love being an anthro student bc my homework is just shit like "what does religion truly mean" and i get to answer with shit like "can we truly provide a simple and concise definition for such a large, personal, and ever expanding concept?"
not to be autistic on main (/lh) but omg changing my sheets to soft fluffy blankets has made a WORLD of difference at bedtime, instead of laying and tossing and turning all night, i am pass out in like 20 minutes, it truly is witchcraft (it's just sensory issues lol)
look i know that its not helpful or healthy or whatever else, but i just can't stop thinking that, i won't have to deal with the fight that will almost certainly come in the morning, if im not alive for it to happen. all of the fighting would end. all of the trauma and abuse would stop. i would be free. finally.
i know all of the rebuttals and all of the logic and how wrong that line if thinking is but,, i can't stop thinking it.
this is the closest that ive been since my first (aborted) attempt. sure i think abt it and fantasize abt the ways i could, but it never goes past longing looks at overpasses and taking the razor to my thigh instead. but tonight. tonight i sat with the razor dancing around the vein, willing myself to work up the courage.
and i know, i know that "wanting to avoid a fight" sounds like the most pathetic reason for wanting to kill myself. but it's not rly abt this particular fight is it? it's abt every single fight from the moment i was born. it's abt ever single standard and expectation that was placed on me the moment i was conceived. it's abt the burning hatred in my parents eyes when i came out as trans. it's abt never being allowed to grieve my own fucking brother after i had to call 911 the morning we found his body. it's abt 21 year of non stop trauma and abuse. it's abt being fucking tired.