It's hard being alive.
I don't understand my worth.
I can't take care of myself.
From a few years ago, every day before going to bed, I began praying “may I die if I wake up” and “may I die tomorrow,” and every time I woke up in the morning, I felt hopeless that “I'm still alive.”
Even so, there was something I wanted to do and was aiming for, so I was inspired to imagine the future by thinking that this wasn't enough.
However, like a commandment that you won't allow it, every time I had a positive image, I've been pushed back, big or small.
Meanwhile, I began to want to die by age 30, and cancer was discovered when I was 29.
It is stage IIb endometrial cancer.
I was hopeless when I was told that it would be curable with anticancer drugs and surgery.
Are we still suffering enough that we are not allowed to die?
My parents and friends wanted me, and I decided to get treatment.
Anticancer drug administration will begin in February, and removal surgery will be performed at the end of next month.
They also make positive statements to not worry people around them, and at that time, I imagine what I would like to do when I spontaneously feel well.
Even so, once it surfaced, it was repeatedly dropped.
I don't want to worry or bother my loved ones any more, so I can't complain.
However, it is painful to repeat acts to live while wanting to die every day.
After all, once I craved death, I don't have the right to laugh from the bottom of my heart and live a bright life, so I'm going to suffer and get through suffering.
