Imagine this possible sinerio in life.
You're trapped in this dark tunnel as you deal with the enormous struggles in your life. Everything seems too much to handle and you wonder how you're going to get out of this. A voice inside your head tells you not to quit. It tells you there's a light at the end of the tunel and you must fight to get there. The light represents hope, something you struggle with. That voice gives you a moment of hope.
Each morning is just like the last. You struggle to get out of bed and you put one foot in front of the other and solder on with your day. It's the only life you've come to know and you pray for sleep at the end of the it. Sleep never comes and it's replaced by the all consuming anxiety that dogs you. What a horrible way to live you tell yourself.
On one particular day someone you know recognises you are struggling and implores you to seek out some professional help. Your ego won't allow it and this voice in your head tells you that reaching out for help is a sign of weakeness and men are supposed to be strong! Be a real man and not a wimp! Maybe my ego is right so you ignore the implores of a friend and continue on with your life and it's struggles.
A day, a week and maybe a few months later, Death enters the equation while you're lying in bed and this voice whispers to you that all your struggles, anxiety and depression can disappear if you consider taking your own life. You want to resist but your will is broken and that light at the end of the tunnel you fought so hard to reach is gone. You can't believe what you're telling yourself. Death seems so peaceful, so calm and so inviting. What other choice do I have? I don't want to suffer forever.
In the end you listen to death and his advice and you cease to exist.
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