Here we are once again, continuing a side project of mine done as an online story: The Chronicles of Bob: The Chronic Suicidal. This particular take is where one may have the impulse to wonder what it would be like to jump out of a fast moving vehicle, or hitting a tree head on, and the sort.
It’s the story of a depressed individual and the events leading up to the ultimate end. I suggest checking it out.
We continuing our exploration of suicide, depression, anxiety, and PTSD with our good friend, Bob. As I mentioned before, Bob is a sort of. . .projection—if you will—of myself. If you hadn’t reached that conclusion yet, well, spoilers.
During my massive amounts of contemplation and self-reflection, I came across multiple times of where I began having, what normal folks would say, unnatural thoughts. Thoughts of suicide, killing myself, hurting others. Not murderous intentions, no. It was more so. . .punishment. A sort of discipline. Though, I suppose that would be a way of saying “that is a gateway to doing bad things.” Sure, why not? Let’s appease the masses.
What some of the many thoughts were, including but not limited to: what would it be like to jump out of a high-speed vehicle and get hit by a truck? What’s keeping me from going out and “playing in traffic?” There were…
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