need help asap please

if you’ve had a “great life,” why would you want to end it?

Do you think it’s acceptable to do extreme and destructive things “for no apparent reason?”

We all need help “asap.” But what if “possible” isn’t soon, or never comes? Then, “as soon as possible” becomes “never.” And if you demand help “NOW!” people accuse you of being impatient… or even make you wait arbitrarily longer, just to spite you.

So, you say “no apparent reason,” but surely there must be some “reason” why you’d suddenly arrive at this conclusion, and then attempt to seek immediate help (and in a rather wrong place, at that).

I think you need to stop and take a few deep breaths, and really think about some things, before you go hurling yourself into oblivion “for no apparent reason,” after having an allegedly great life.

I think there’s a reason. And if you’re one of those people who has no impulse control, and doesn’t understand why doing things “for no reason” is wrong… then you need some serious counseling, and probably a mentor, because you should have already learned, by this age, why correct reasoning to motivate correct actions is important.

Calm down. Stop and think. Don’t do outrageous things without reason. You’re young yet, and have plenty of time to make adjustments before your life is ruined by squandered potential.

You might not be worth what you want to feel worth, YET… and you might not have found someone special YET… but you’re 17, which is way too early to be expecting such things. You haven’t even had time to really grow into an actual life yet. Give yourself a chance to become something, someone, a developed person… then you’ll feel “self worth,” and will likely find ways to not remain alone.

well then, that’s not “no apparent reason,” now is it?

If death is the only option, then i have to say that dying the best death you can, is probably better than suffering more than you have to…

Consider this: the prognosis could be wrong, and you might have more useful time than you think. Cancer is not known for being such a swift killer, but is notorious for its more gradual and increasingly agonizing increments.

Or, there might be nothing you can do to stop or slow it, in which case i would be looking into the more peaceful/painless methods, and preparing for the inevitable.

All you can do is all you can do. Try to get the most out of what’s left. Try to find some semblance of peace, so that your remaining days won’t be so unbearable.

we all have to die; not all of us seem to realize that.

But, just like you, many of the people here feel as though what’s left is nothing but inevitable pain they don’t feel they deserve, rather than anything “valuable” like a truly-livable life… so while they may not be dying of a terminal physical disease, they are dying “inside,” each and every day, and do not want to continue to exist within those conditions, and seem to lack any means to effectively change it. Those people have the same reasoning as you: they don’t want to have to hurt so much for no reason; they’d rather just get it over with, in a method of their own choosing, instead of enduring a lot more of what they can’t stand, until it finally happens naturally (or some other thing interferes and causes premature death in an unexpected circumstance).

It’s similar for me: i don’t really “want” to die… but i don’t want the only miserable existence i can reasonably expect to occur, and a chosen death, rather than awaiting nature to take its course, seems like a better option… or rather, a less horrible option.

he was on hospice care at home in the last days… so he had a morphine button (or whatever they were using back then), which none of us “kids” learned about until later… in all actuality, it seemed like he just gradually suffocated as his lungs finally became unable to deliver enough oxygen to his system to keep everything functioning. He was conscious until the end, but seemed very confused in the last moments.

It’s very strange to watch someone go from a recognizable, familiar person, to… not much more than a lump of lifeless, expired biological material. He didn’t “seem” like he suffered greatly… he just seemed… scared isn’t the right word… reluctant, perhaps? Reluctant but courageous, i guess. He died in his own home, surrounded by his offspring and their mother (and a few of his grandkids). The spectacle is what i found most disturbing; i accepted that death is inevitable and part of life. It was a lot to take in at 9-10 years of age. I suppose that event probably shaped a lot of my experiences, even without me realizing it… until later, of course.