The past six months have been a rough ride. I’ve lost the use of my phone, my car, and my computer (using a backup). At this moment, I am almost entirely broke. By that I mean I have a few dollars for the bus to get to work and back and that’s it. I have half a box of instant rice in the cupboard and that’s all I have to eat. I regularly have to get on a suicide chatline before work that’s how depressing my life is. Probably going to need it again today.
This isn’t a begging thread and I’m not even sure it’s a desperate cry for help. I don’t know how to explain it, but the fact is, there isn’t enough to go around. That’s been true since the dawn of humankind. I just feel like I’m one of the losers. And I don’t mean that in a self-esteem-starved-oh-pity-me kind of way. I’ve given everything my best shot. I know I’ve made some bad decisions, and I’ve learned from them. However, even if I had made no mistakes, that doesn’t mean I would’ve won.
At what point does it become logical to just roll over and die? If we use the analogy implied by the title of this thread, you have to try in order to get better. In all modesty, I think I have gotten better. I am a better person now than I have ever been in the past. It’s not helping me live, though. I am fucking hungry. Working to get by is bullshit because life keeps throwing things at me that I don’t have the resources to deal with. So instead of getting by, I’m getting behind. And the only way to get ahead is to do more. I’m at my limit. I really don’t think I can do more. If this isn’t enough to get ahead, if my best isn’t even enough to keep from falling behind, maybe it’s time I just pack it up.