To the girl who didn't want to be alive

The Author Wants You to Know...

Name: Alana

Age: 24

Location: Australia

Please note, the content of this article covers sensitive topics around suicide that some readers may find triggering.

From a young age, you were never scared of death. You could get on a plane, in a car, or on a roller coaster, and never once fear that in the case of an accident, you would most likely die. Your mentality was always; “Well, if something happens and I can’t do anything about it, I’ll just die. I won’t know, I’ll be dead.” You felt that, if that was your time to go, then what was there to fear?

It was just death after all. The only sure thing we have in this life.

The other side of death, however, was something you always thought about. The other side of death being the life left behind after a loved one dies. You feared this regularly and had thought of every single scenario in which you could possibly lose someone you loved. You had even practiced crying real tears about the loss that had only happened in your mind.

 

Sometimes you wondered if you thought about death so much that you actually wanted it. Sometimes you feared that you actually wanted your loved ones to die so you could put all your practice into use. I don’t think that was the case, I think you were so afraid of them dying that you were constantly preparing yourself for the unbearable pain you would inevitably feel – so you knew what to expect. Although, I do think that your lack of fear around your own death turned into an actual desire for it. But you never admitted that.

 

You left home because you thought you needed to be more independent. You had been completely alone with your emotions for so long that you thought the natural progression was to be physically alone too. You would pride yourself on your independence because when you’re alone you don’t need to worry about being ‘good’. You can be messy and rude, and you don’t have anyone you can let down or overwhelm. The good girl is who you were, but it wasn’t you. It was the ‘you’ you were to keep other people comfortable. I know there are positives to independence, and you know that too, but this time, your independence was dangerous. To the point where you weren’t really independent at all.

You were completely isolated with not even yourself to depend on.

You didn’t want to show yourself to anyone because it scared people. There was one person you allowed in. Him. You wanted him to see you for all that you were, and he did, until he didn’t. You felt things so deeply and lived with so much untapped passion and purpose that you felt you were going insane, and so did he. If the one person in this world you wanted to see the real you could no longer stomach it, then what were you really worth? Was it that you were too much, or were you not enough? Because most of the time you felt like a mixture of both. One would think this meant you were in a middle ground, ‘just right’ maybe, but you could never be just right, could you?

 

Then came the day you wanted to die. It was an incredibly gradual build up over a long period of time that eventually came to an abrupt end. Nothing had really gone wrong that day. You just woke up and decided enough was enough. I’ll spare the details, but I can now look back and come to accept that you genuinely did try to die that day. I remember you explaining it away and lying to everyone you loved when you survived the attempt. You were so convincing, even to the police. And everyone believed you because you were always so good. You were the good girl, remember. I think that even you started to believe the lies you told. You didn’t want to accept the truth. Because all you had ever been was good, and trying to die was not something you or your loved ones could stomach.

Selfish
Unnecessary
Shameful

Why would YOU feel the need to do that? There is nothing wrong with YOUR life.

 

You spent four years denying your truth, pushing it down and gaslighting yourself. I did that to you as well. I started to believe that you were being selfish that day, and even worse, that you were a liar. I know you thought those things too. You didn’t think about that day enough to even comprehend what might have happened and why. No one did. Four years later I was forced to really get to know you, to feel you, and to understand you, for all that you are, and all that you were. Someone who wasn’t struggling would not wake up and decide that their life would end that day. Someone who wasn’t hurting wouldn’t cause themselves physical harm in the hopes for death and punishment. Someone who wasn’t completely and utterly alone wouldn’t leave their home and their dog to never return to them again. This just simply isn’t the norm for people who are doing well. Something was really wrong, and I shouldn’t have blamed you or invalidated this experience as a selfish act. 

 

You feared the death of your loved ones so much you would feel real pain, and you didn’t have a single fear for your own death. This made me think. You valued these people in your life. You loved them deeply. You cared for them and wholeheartedly believed that they deserve good in their lives. You didn’t believe any of this for yourself.

So, when you don’t see yourself as valuable, deeply loved, cared for, or deserving of good, death doesn’t feel like it would be the worst thing in the world.

I can now see why you were hiding yourself away from the light. You didn’t think you were worthy of being seen. I now know how utterly dangerous isolation and loneliness are for humans who just want to be loved.

 

Maybe you didn’t really want to die… Maybe you didn’t want to be alone.

 

This girl who didn’t want to be alive was once me.

I see her.
I feel her.
I love her.

Mid North Coast

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