To all the readers, a quick update. Rebeca is no longer around, but the remainder of us are still around and haven't fallen off the far of the earth. Bad news has reached us and we find ourselves a personified dillemma. The fork in the road offers no good options and we've become silent as the grave. A member is so depressed she has been tethered to the bed for days and can't even garner the energy to shower or brush teeth. The world has gone black and we fear the darkness. It's not as hard to say goodbye as I thought. We'll keep you readers updated.
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Missing In Sight
A mental health blog created with you in mind
Dear Missing In Sight,
Re: “It’s not as hard to say goodbye as I thought”.
I remember at certain point in my life, it became as easy to choose death as it was to choose life, as well.
Why?
Well, I didn’t ***feel*** alive, anyway – that’s why… I felt like merely carrying this co-called life on (and on) (and on) – just because people around me wanted me to do it.
To me, however, it made no difference which one among the two options I choose.
Nothing and nobody could convince me one is easier then the other (or vice versa), any longer.
Both became easy, or as you beautifully said above in the quote “Not as hard as I thought”.
When I felt this easiness, I felt free for the first time in my so-called life…
Samo