This I believe: I have struggled with various psychiatric ailments for much of my life – none of them are cognitive in nature – so I am left with an inability to enjoy, or even participate in life – and be constantly aware of that lack. I will not get better, there is no realistic hope for improvement. Yet, regardless of how long I am forced to maintain my purposeless existence, I believe I will never be offered the solace of euthanasia, and the hope that my organs could be salvaged and used by those who CAN live, enjoy life, and contribute. This I believe, that society will sadistically impose a facsimile of life on me, for what will truly seem like forever.
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