bhaSenior Contributor
Tortured in my Skin!
My body wakes up in the morning and asks for breakfast. My wife expects a smile and “Good Morning, honey!” The society expects me to go to work and earn some money. I am sorry, I cannot do any of this stuff! It is just too hard. Every morning, I am punished to do life rituals, which I can’t feel, can’t do and do not see any point in doing.
I appreciate that it makes you happy to eat breakfast, greet people around you and achieve something in life. I have done all that for almost 50 years but was never happy about it. I got married and got lovely kids. I had a very high paying job. After all these “achievements”, my mind can recognise nothing, other than misery.
Every day, I am tortured to live like you do! I can’t taste all those beautiful things that you talk about. For me, it is all sour! For me, it is all black. For me, it is all pain in the neck. I am not like you. I understand now that there is no language, which can be used to describe what I feel. So, I do not expect you to understand. However, I only want you to understand that if I decide to leave, it is not because I am weak; but because I am different!
Note for moderators: I am not planning suicide today. You do not need to start the rescue procedure!