death is the ultimate gift, assuming there is no existence beyond our human life
stopped trying to cope years ago, on my way out
stopped trying to cope years ago, on my way out
For what it's worth, I haven't found anything yet. It seems that the be-convinced-in-ones-own-mind problem requires focused consideration by definition.
Just saying.
For my own part, I have this visceral unease that I don't think will go away until I have absolute (end-to-end, closed-loop) confidence in Something.
There was a girl, Lana, 16 years old. She fought, all the way...
It's horrific, and sobering, and may help you to get a perspective on your troubles.