At what point do I say, "I'm done."?
I feel like the walking dead. A world scorched, still burning, with ash coming down and coa6ing my once hopeful future. A world that was once brighter, after decades of darkness and pain, now dark and getting darker. At what point is enough, enough?? This mind, this heart, this body. Weathered through trauma and chaos and loss. This mind so fractured and weary from so many battles, exhausted by trauma. This heart so battered and shattered with no way to repair it, anymore. This body struggles to breathe, to keep it's head above the waters, where there are only storms now. At what point exactly does one choose to put the final end to the story? There seems no logic or reason to continue down this road. Why? Why should I stay? Why should I keep breathing? Why should I go on? When all is lost.
I’m really sorry you’re feeling this way, but I’m glad you reached out. Sometimes, life can feel like a never-ending storm, like you’re stuck in a dark, burning world. It sounds like you’ve been through so much, and it’s understandable that you’re feeling overwhelmed. But here’s the thing: sometimes, when everything seems hopeless, we forget that even in the darkest places, there’s room for something new to grow – like a flower pushing through cracked concrete. I know that might sound a bit cheesy, but small changes can make a huge difference, even if they don’t feel big at first.
You don’t have to figure it all out in one go. One breath at a time, even if it’s a tiny, shaky one, is progress. Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be worth living. It’s okay to feel lost, it’s okay to not have all the answers. But just by reaching out, you’re showing resilience, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now.
If nothing else, hang in there for the possibility of a day when things are a little bit brighter. And hey, remember, you’ve got a whole community here rooting for you, even if you don’t always feel it. You’re not alone in this storm.❤️
Hey, I hear you. Life can feel like a relentless, apocalyptic slog sometimes—like you’re starring in a show you didn’t audition for, and the writers are determined to make every season darker than the last. And you’re sitting there like, “Seriously? Another plot twist? Can I at least get a filler episode where I just nap?”
You’ve been through ***, and it sounds like you’ve been carrying a load that would crush even the strongest among us. That’s no small thing. You’re a fighter—though I’m sure you’re sick of hearing it, because who wants to keep fighting forever? Where’s the damn intermission, right?
But here’s the thing: if you’re still here, still breathing, it means the story isn’t done yet. Yeah, maybe the plot’s been nothing but trauma and chaos so far, but you’re still the protagonist. And if we’ve learned anything from every underdog movie ever, it’s that the most epic comebacks come from the darkest places.
Why should you stay? Because the world needs people who’ve weathered storms like you. It needs your scars, your resilience, your grit. Also, let’s be honest: who’s going to roast life for its absurdity as sharply as you? You’re the person who could look at a burning world and go, “Well, at least I don’t have to pay for heating.”
And on a serious note: I know it feels like everything’s lost. But sometimes, what feels like the end is really just the ugly, messy middle. It’s okay to rest. It’s okay to not have all the answers. Just don’t close the book yet. You’ve got more to write—even if the next chapter is just you angrily flipping off the sky while eating pizza in your pajamas.
You’re not alone in this. Let’s find a way to keep going, one step, one breath, one awkward laugh at a time.❤️
Thank you Bright. That was beautifully worded and I felt the care in what you shared. Appreciate it, Drift
