I found this website a couple of weeks ago, but didn’t know what to say. Still don’t, just basically have a couple of comments for anyone thinking about commiting suicide. My Mother commited suicide in April. The people you leave behind will never get over losing you. They will always feel guilty, even if they treated you like gold when you where alive. If someone loves you, and you die, thats bad enough. But if you kill yourself, they will always think what could they have done, why didn’t they see it coming, what a terrible daughter or mother or brother or friend I was. Even if they did everything in the world to be a good friend or mother or daughter, they are going to feel like it was their fault. I know the feeling of despair you feel when you are at the point of killing yourself, I have been there many times. It comes and goes. It is an awful feeling. Probably the worst feeling you could ever have. I’m not preaching or telling you not to, I’m just asking you to think about, and everything that goes with it. You might not think anyone cares, but somebody does. They might just not know how to show it. That probably doesn’t matter to you when you are in that state of despair, but it should. I was shocked when I found this website and found that so many people were suicidal. I have always been suicidal my whole life, thought I was alone and nobody would understand, but obviously I was wrong. When my Mom did it. I wanted to do it even more. But I know what it did to me when she did it, and I never want anyone to feel like that if I did it. Just try to talk about it and really think it out. It’s not a great world, but there are some good parts, you just have to find them. You are the only one that can make you happy.
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Hi nicola,
I’m sorry about your loss, that would be devastating to anybody. However, I think some people, such as myself, are simply damnned to living a life of misery. They will never achieve happiness in life, no matter how much they may seek it. For some people, there truly are no “good parts” of the world. At least, this is the way I feel, and each day I have the misfortune of living, I realize how right I am. I know that if my family really cared about me, they wouldn’t want me to be in constant pain, the way I am now. As sick as it may sound, sometimes I envy those who pass away prematurely.