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I feel it’s kinda like suicide in a way, my uncle died of causes related to alcoholism when he was 30ish, my mom and grandma and that were debasted ofc, I was not too close to him tho. Besides, it probably lead him to having an even lower quality of life anyways.
Not like I can blame anyone like this or like that or whatever. And I cannot say anything about making your own future worse when I’ve wanted it to be worse. I just idk. I just feel like saying it doesn’t matter is not fair either talking about alcoholism or not because it sometimes makes a difference, even if a small one, technically you can go into nihilism and all but yea.
But mean not like I can tell you what to do or think or whatever yea.
But the difference is that you are still alive. I don’t do any kind of drugs, although there are plenty other ways to ruin my own life. Surviving the moment is sometimes more important.
It can get better indeed and for that I actually consider it a somewhat good strategy especially if suicide was also considered. If you are dead it certainly won’t get better.
“I feel it’s kinda like suicide in a way” Is different as if I said “It is (like) suicide”. It’s definately a bad coping strategy and probably raises your chances of actually suiciding in the future but it’s not like the ways I cope are great either.
I have a feeling a lot of opiate “overdoses” are similarly suicides. There’s a point where you can’t imagine quitting and you think you might as well just take more one day when you have it.
You might not be specifically trying to die a specific night but you probably accept that one of those days you will die and you’re not fighting it.
It’s morally difficult, of course. There’s a reason we count these among deaths of despair, because borrowing happiness from tomorrow sounds like a fair deal to anyone who expects tomorrow to be even worse than today, or to not exist at all “for tomorrow we die.”
I think pity is the appropriate response, even in the context of remediation/intervention, because despair is the darkest place one can find oneself. While life choices may hasten that descent, including things like alcoholism, despair itself is never a choice.
I absolutely borrow happiness from tomorrow, I very much do pleasurable things in the moment at the expense of a long life because we’re looking at a climate apocalypse in my lifetime, and I actively do not want to live through that. If I can have a shorter, but more pleasurable life before shit really hits the fan it seems like a fair trade. I do try not to go overboard or let it control me though because there lies misery.
I feel it’s kinda like suicide in a way, my uncle died of causes related to alcoholism when he was 30ish, my mom and grandma and that were debasted ofc, I was not too close to him tho. Besides, it probably lead him to having an even lower quality of life anyways.
Not like I can blame anyone like this or like that or whatever. And I cannot say anything about making your own future worse when I’ve wanted it to be worse. I just idk. I just feel like saying it doesn’t matter is not fair either talking about alcoholism or not because it sometimes makes a difference, even if a small one, technically you can go into nihilism and all but yea.
But mean not like I can tell you what to do or think or whatever yea.
But the difference is that you are still alive. I don’t do any kind of drugs, although there are plenty other ways to ruin my own life. Surviving the moment is sometimes more important.
It can get better indeed and for that I actually consider it a somewhat good strategy especially if suicide was also considered. If you are dead it certainly won’t get better.
“I feel it’s kinda like suicide in a way” Is different as if I said “It is (like) suicide”. It’s definately a bad coping strategy and probably raises your chances of actually suiciding in the future but it’s not like the ways I cope are great either.
I have a feeling a lot of opiate “overdoses” are similarly suicides. There’s a point where you can’t imagine quitting and you think you might as well just take more one day when you have it.
You might not be specifically trying to die a specific night but you probably accept that one of those days you will die and you’re not fighting it.
It’s morally difficult, of course. There’s a reason we count these among deaths of despair, because borrowing happiness from tomorrow sounds like a fair deal to anyone who expects tomorrow to be even worse than today, or to not exist at all “for tomorrow we die.”
I think pity is the appropriate response, even in the context of remediation/intervention, because despair is the darkest place one can find oneself. While life choices may hasten that descent, including things like alcoholism, despair itself is never a choice.
I absolutely borrow happiness from tomorrow, I very much do pleasurable things in the moment at the expense of a long life because we’re looking at a climate apocalypse in my lifetime, and I actively do not want to live through that. If I can have a shorter, but more pleasurable life before shit really hits the fan it seems like a fair trade. I do try not to go overboard or let it control me though because there lies misery.