
thaelyana
juste curieuse
- Jun 28, 2025
- 30
I keep thinking about the story of @sadworld, and I need to talk about it. Maybe some of you remember too, or feel the same way I do.
She took SN, "just to test," to see if 3 or 4 grams would be enough. She was still posting messages like: "I'm in pain… I don't understand… my body is burning…"
Then suddenlly : nothing. She went offline. No more messages. No sign of her. It's been three years now.
It felt like an indirect suicide, maybe not fully planned. But it was still irreversible. And it left a deep mark on me.
There were words in her bio that I can't stop thinking about:
"I can't wait for my last day here and my first day there. It will be beautiful! Let's leave this human existence behind. Just let me sleep forever…"
That's what haunts me the most.
Someone who spent so long wanting to die… and when death finally came close, she may have started to want to live. To regret ? To hold on.
That image won't leave me. A person facing the irreversible, in pain, in fear and realizing too late they didn't really want to die. Or not like that.
And I'm terrified of that.
Of making a permanent decision in a temporary moment. Of regrettingbut it being too late.
I just wanted to share this.
Maybe someone else remembers.
Maybe this story stayed with you, too.
I'd really like to talk. To understand. To not carry this alone ?
She took SN, "just to test," to see if 3 or 4 grams would be enough. She was still posting messages like: "I'm in pain… I don't understand… my body is burning…"
Then suddenlly : nothing. She went offline. No more messages. No sign of her. It's been three years now.
It felt like an indirect suicide, maybe not fully planned. But it was still irreversible. And it left a deep mark on me.
There were words in her bio that I can't stop thinking about:
"I can't wait for my last day here and my first day there. It will be beautiful! Let's leave this human existence behind. Just let me sleep forever…"
That's what haunts me the most.
Someone who spent so long wanting to die… and when death finally came close, she may have started to want to live. To regret ? To hold on.
That image won't leave me. A person facing the irreversible, in pain, in fear and realizing too late they didn't really want to die. Or not like that.
And I'm terrified of that.
Of making a permanent decision in a temporary moment. Of regrettingbut it being too late.
I just wanted to share this.
Maybe someone else remembers.
Maybe this story stayed with you, too.
I'd really like to talk. To understand. To not carry this alone ?