Nobody has ever pulled the “I’ll never forgive myself” thing on me, but then I don’t often have this conversation explicitly with people.
It’s more a general sense that there are people who are engaged with my life, who value my presence, who consider what happens to me in some sense their (collective) responsibility, would be hurt by my absence, and doubly hurt if it were self-inflicted.
Admittedly, I had a stroke a few years ago that almost killed me, which made me very aware of how much people care that I’m still alive. I’m not sure if I’d be thinking about this the same way five years ago.
Nobody has ever pulled the “I’ll never forgive myself” thing on me, but then I don’t often have this conversation explicitly with people.
It’s more a general sense that there are people who are engaged with my life, who value my presence, who consider what happens to me in some sense their (collective) responsibility, would be hurt by my absence, and doubly hurt if it were self-inflicted.
Admittedly, I had a stroke a few years ago that almost killed me, which made me very aware of how much people care that I’m still alive. I’m not sure if I’d be thinking about this the same way five years ago.