I wonder at which point in time should God, or whoever is in charge, just quit screwing around with me and pull the trigger. Between the age of 6 and 22, I've had cancer surgery on my brain, back, arms and legs a total of 14 times. I've had 400+ stiches, 26 staples, 2 bolts, and 2 plates. I was told back in 1989, when I was 6, that I was one of the first children to survive brain cancer, but I can't prove this claim.
My main question is, what is the point of survival if you'll never be able to enjoy life the way you did before? Also, I find it ironic that I'm a well educated, wealthy, heterosexual white male with no military background, but my friends are all veterans, minorities, jews, and/or homosexuals that have most likely suffered tragedies that were as debilitating as the ones I have suffered.
So what is the reason why one should not commit suicide? The first thing that comes to mind is love. And then I think of about the half-dozen girls that I've fell in love over years and how they all broke my heart. Maybe I should stand in the street with a trench coat and a boom box over my head, but that won't solve the problem.
The second thing I think of is that the suicidial thoughts will soon pass. Then I remember when I was 6, and my only two friends, who also had brain cancer died at the age of 6 and 8. At that point I wished the lord would take me also. Therefore, now 18 years later I feel this is not a temporary emotion.
The third, and only withstanding reason as to why I don't kill myself is because I feel that I could some how make this fucked up world we live in a slightly better place before I die. However I don't how and I would greatly welcome suggestions.




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