De troost van EHBJoost

And how this First aid made him 'slayed' I need help. Immediately. Differentiate you and the body. Don’t kill the body. Question yourself. Who am I? Why is this happening to me? What emotions am I feeling? And breathe. Read something like this. Be warned, it may trigger. You’ll survive. All is ephemeral, even the worst. Hi. Sorry for my many messages. Having a hard time again. Why not explore this feeling? I discovered that I am never really lonely, but can convince myself I am. Read inspiring texts about loneliness. Open up philosophy. Perhaps this, including an animation with a twist on being alone. Love yourself. It will make you independent of longing for anyone. Or be left in the thick of it. Ok as well. Nothing wrong with that. Depression? More should experience it. It contains great discovery for those who are willing. To be honest, why continue with life? Give me, and everyone else who has the same question, a good reason. Is life really that important, or just a waste of time and effort? People are breaking down out there. Someone is probably standing on a bridge at the moment, unable to handle the difficulties and expectations of life. Why does it weigh so much? As I write, someone may try to convince their partner or friend that it is just a phase, that 'it will pass'. Meanwhile, they have been suffering for more than a damn month. Just think about. Is life just torture, meaningless and a waste of time? Why need an answer? Ever thought of self inquiry? Yeah, life can be seen as useless. It is one of many ways of looking at it. Which makes you mistake yourself to be the body and blame flesh and bone. Just do not kill it literally. Eat yourself symbolically. Ask till you need no answers. Inquire. Hardcore spirituality. Not the cushion sitting breathing and chakra turning. Read the masterpieces. Then consider stepping on a bridge again. Life is useless, in a way. As well as believing you have a life and wanting to end it. Who needs belief, anyway? Who am I? is sufficient to ask over and over until it dissolves you. Sure, I wanted to die a couple of times. Perhaps it fueled to see through the illusion of ‘me’. If your mind is open, take advice. Else, leave it. Thanks for reading, either way.