I’d rather die than live longer. This place is hell. I can’t think about this too much. Because I don’t do things that don’t make sense (to me).
When people say they want to live longer, I think, first, 1.) Um, what? Are you serious? 2.) Oh wow. Either they haven’t thought it out. Or they are really lucky to love their life so much.
Why would anyone want to live to 90 or 100? Statistically, a person won’t have great health. Or they may have mobility problems. I guess some people think they will be lucky. There are always people who take optimism too far. I should do a blog on this. Maybe later.
I’m not going to live long…I don’t think. But sometimes, I think the universe hates me so much that I will live until 93. That would be the ultimate punishment. Hell for eternity. I hope not.
I know I’m included when I see articles about America’s lifespan going down. Stress is killing me now. I don’t see my stress going down to normal because everything is a bit more stressful. I liken it to an immune system. Things were fine. Then, I burned out two times. And now my “immune system” is gone. I can’t imagine having it back, but I would like to. I can’t do anything much now but work. Only because I have to.
What’s the point of living in hell?
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