Last Friday, I made my first half-hearten attempt to end myself by climbing to the highest point on the mountain and jump off the edge. Unfortunately, I just couldn’t bring myself to go off the cliff–I’m a coward, just like what I’ve always been all my life. It was too public; too many kids, hikers, over-lookers lurking around to run over the fence and off the edge. Opportunity presented itself on several occasions, but I was weeping so hard inside to make the go. One thing that really held me back was the fact that there is a steep decline before going over the edge, which from my perspective, my legs wouldn’t probably have had enough vim to carry on all the way, and I’d have been tumbling down before going off.
It was far more scarier than I had anticipated even though there would have been a few hundred feet of drop after that as an assurance of no survival. My life has always been a chain of one failure to overcome performance anxiety and fear after another. I’ve been telling my parents that I’m attending school while in reality, I wasn’t even gotten accepted into any (for masters). Even after my BS, I was too timid to seek jobs in my major and years have passed, so I highly doubt anyone would hire me in this economy where even professionals are struggling at no avail. I had to make up lies so my parents let me back home as I could not support myself any longer while pretending I was indeed attending school and graduating which was entirely a lie.
After my failure, I had no other choice to call my mother and express I’m going to jump because there was no graduation–I know, how pathetic! I don’t blame any of you if you wish to disparage me. I don’t deserve to be alive. I know my life is not going anywhere; I’m even more worthless than a high school drop out now. My parents begged me to come back home, but now, as I had suspected, they are going crazy and launching avalanche of threats and ultimatums. Eventually, I would have no other choice to seek refuge on the streets which, in my mind, is not going to happen.
I had immaculately cleaned the house, discarded any trace that I wouldn’t want to leave behind (a long list I had produced and diligently went through each item before my departure), in hopes of making the funeral less painful or stressful for others, e.g. they don’t have to worry about cleaning rooms/bathrooms or changing bed sheets, etc., when the guests come over to stay. I had left all sort of descriptions over the items my parents usually can’t figure out themselves to operate. I even buried my entire livelihood stored on multiple memory cards deep under the ground. I still don’t have it in me to dig them up, and the way things are going, I don’t think I have to.
I failed the first attempt, which wasn’t even materialized to be considered an attempt, but desperately seeking other venues to off myself, i.e. peaceful medication (not applicable as the substances are very hard to come by), hanging (which is very painful) but my will to stop life is so strong at this moment, and I see no future what so ever. I really want to live but I just don’t see a way out other than going down. My mother wept hysterically yesterday coming to the realization how close she was going to lose me. But now, they all mounting vicious attacks not knowing how depressed I am and how their action will certainly push me to the edge. In a sense, their displeasure towards me is removing my sorrow and feeling of nostalgia that I had knowing I will be thinking about them at the last moment. I’m sure my other sibling wouldn’t feel an iota of compassion for me as she assumes, I’m playing them.
I know I have a short time to live–maybe a few days, a week!–and no longer thinking about any sort of fear of after life. I’ve let everyone down, especially myself for being paralyzed to seek a job. Oh, how I wish I could have turned my life around back then. If I miraculously time travel back to my college years, I would do everything to get an internship, but it is too late now. Too late for me. All the fear of death I have had, I have come to surpass. If someone suggests that tonight, in my sleep, I would be gone, I would not fear the consequence. I just don’t want to have my heart or head explode before going out, i.e. jumping or hanging. None of them are a pleasant way of going through the last few moments of your life. One must go with utmost peace of mind and not with sheer terror. I have lost over 6 lbs in two days and can’t bring myself to eat or else I’ll purge. This is not the way to go through life.
I just don’t know what to do now. I know the end is nigh, and I have made peace with the fact that my life will come to an end soon. I just wished knew how. As I was climbing the trail to the top of the mountain, I kept thinking this is a nightmare; this can’t be; this is not happening… but it was, and soon it will be. I see my sibling excelling in life even though she sometimes calls me to ask questions regarding her new position. How cruel is it that employers don’t even consider the unemployed for any position and let anyone currently employed regardless of their lesser comparative skills with someone who is not employed. I wish her the best; she is going to be the one to carry my parents after me, not that I was doing much. Heck, I’m a drag on everyone. I don’t even think anyone would want me to push grocery carts at this junction. With my knees and failing joints (no health insurance), military, which I always thought would be the last resort, is also out of question.
My life is one big lie, and people in my position should exit to open ways for other more promising members of society. I just wished hanging wasn’t so excruciatingly painful. I am so sick and tired of even lamenting over offing myself–how coward one can be? Enough is enough.
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God, im sorry you feel the way you do. I know how you feel tho as cliche as it sounds. I would never be able to jump. I know once I look down, I’m going to back out like a *****. I’m also afraidn of heights so ill probably end up having an anxiety attack.
So what are you going to do now? Go back and try and jump? Or try and hang yourself? How old are you btw? And where u from? God I wish I could hang myaelf already. I just have nowhere to do it.
@the girl interrupted
I really don’t know. I need a few days to think this through. I know how to make a noose, and I know how to secure it to some place, i.e. a joint beam in the attic (so they don’t find me for a long period of time as the basement is too conspicuous). But slowly being suffocated does not really define the tranquility and inner peace I’ve always sought to my end.
I don’t mind walking on the edge as long as I can see the ground. But this particular place is way too high, i.e. ~900 ft with the first 100 ft inclined. It is also too public and kids might spot you. I don’t want to put on a show, as I vividly remember a day when we got out of our elementary school, and there was a gentleman who had intentionally stabbed himself severely in front of 100’s of students while wailing and writhing in pain until several parents jumped him–blood gushing everywhere.
I am thinking to take a few medication while having the noose around my neck and slowly, but surely, drift into asleep, and have the rope does the rest. Still too painful.
P.S. Does it matter how old I am? Does 30 sound too old around here?
Age ain’t nothing but a number. There’s people on this site from like 9 years old to 70. If I were to hang, I would drink loads of alcohol so I would pass out. At least you have accomplished some things in life as in going to school and actually having a degree even if it’s not your masters.
not to be bragging or supporting one method over another… but…. my experience from yesterday…. I am surprised that I don’t think hanging is that bad… as long as you are successfull (I wasn’t so today I hurt)…. I passed out fairly quickly and that’s the last thing I remember… I suppose it might have been better had I been able to guarantee the broken neck… but I didn’t have the height available to me. Hanging was never a consideration until yesterday, but it was the only thing available at the time…. next time I make a true attempt…. it will be the rope in the garage, it wasn’t that bad had I not failed…. and yes, I will also have alcohol in me… i was sober yesterday….
@firsttime- what kind of rope did u use? How thick was it? Man I think hanging is the most obtainable and realistic method. I just wish I had somewhere to hang myself. I want to dangle so if my neck doesnt break I’ll just suffocate. I don’t want my feet touching the ground cuz I know my instincts will kick in and I’ll end up wanting to back out.
I have available to me several ropes….. I used a 5/8″ thick, very strong and actually was too long…. but I didn’t want or feel like wasting time cutting it…. so I made do….. I got up on the workbench and measure as best I could…. once I was happy with what I thought would work, I stuck my head in the noose and held onto the rope above it with both hands… that way I could pull myself back up to the work bench…. like I said, I was just testing the strength and length…. just from that I knew I didn’t want to try the break the neck thing and fail at that… that would’ve really hurt!
So like I said in my original post… I was prepared to strangle…. I wasn’t that high off the ground…. maybe 2 or 3 feet… but my feet couldn’t reach anything unless I grabbed the rope above the noose and pulled myself up… when it came time…. I stepped off the bench…. I do remember telling myself not to struggle and just give in…. then I passed out…. if the damn knot hadn’t of failed I wouldn’t be telling you this
you have to have very good calculations on your weight, how far you fall etc in order to have the break your neck thing work…. I am and always have been afraid of failing at whatever method I used…. yesterday I was positive I wouldn’t fail… which is why I think I actually tried it….. I’m still convinced that for me…. it will work… and it wasn’t that bad… I passed out pretty quickly…
Please talk to someone for help. We don’t want to see you go; you can get better.
@firsttime – so I’m 5 feet. How far would I have to fall down from? I don’t even think I’ll be able to snap my neck. I’m so little I’ll just probably dangle like a christmas ornament. How old r u btw and where u from?
You are not a failure. That is a story. Yes, you hurt and none of us is in your shoes but there is help for what you are going through. You have to stop living a lie, stop trying to put others needs before your own, and get the help you truly deserve. You really are more courageous than you give yourself credit for: it takes guts to go on living when you can find little or no reason to do so.
GI – I don’t know how to do the proper calculations….. but it depends on weight, not height…. I will be satisfied to dangle till I strangle….
I’m 52… swm….. live in the Tetons…. border of Idaho and Wyoming