The Alpha of the Omega

Posted: September 14, 2015 in Suicide, Suicide Note

Sixteen  days left until we need to be out of our house, and the prospects of successfully finding a place to live is bleak. So what will happen on the last day of September? Maybe this was the Omega I started to write about in June.

The clock continues to tick away, along with it our hopes that we will have a roof over our head. My mental health and cognitive ability is worsening with each tick tock.

One of the things all of the mental health professionals in my life are concerned with is if I have a plan, I have always told them if I were to end my life it would be impulsive. Since June I have been working on my Funeral Playlist, songs I want played at my funeral so I can speak to everyone after I am gone. My plan was once my Playlist was completed if things were not better than I would move on.

My therapist pointed out that my funeral would last forever with how many songs I have, so now I am going through and having songs I want played at my funeral and the rest to be given to anyone who attends. My plan depends on which comes first completing Playlist or when September ends and we have no where to live. If I am still being suffocated and can’t handle things than that is how I will decide if my Omega has come.

I took out a larger life insurance policy just to be safe. I try my best to focus on the positive light of The Random Artist and the future it may bring. I am so close to complete the small finishing touches and tasks to make it go live, but I can’t it’s too much. I cannot process or complete even the easiest tasks of just living, trying to connect everything to make my delusional dream a reality seems impossible.

I don’t have much left in me, and I am sorry for my weakness. Let this be documentation for future reference that I fought and tried until I couldn’t anymore, in hopes people will find understanding, or let this be documentation for future reference that I fought and made everything work.

  1. Melodic Harmony says:

    Hey, Random Artist.
    I am also a random artist of sorts and I understand reality is most devouring. But if you were not meant to be alive for some reason, you wouldn’t be. Every battle you face is custom tailored to fit your life and your abilities. I can never fully understand your situation as you could never fully understand mine. We are not meant to understand but to continue on. Don’t give up!! Please! I support you!
    This website keeps giving me issue, so I hope this reaches you.

  2. saggiga says:

    You may consider there are more of us who pay attention to you and your work than there were a month ago. Your audience, as you may suspect, is composed of like-minded persons having much in common with you. That fact almost makes us unofficial relatives – brothers and sisters; a sort of family. This “family” cares that you are there to feed us your mind thoughts. It’s been 10 years since I have seen my only living relative. We meet electronically and that is all. Just as I meet you electronically. Without more redundant words I ask you to keep going. I need you.

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