Like so many other posters on here, I suffer from bouts of severe depression, feelings of hopelessness, and suicidal tendencies. I came across this site recently during one of my suicidal episodes, and found an unexpected solace in the posts. I want to contribute in hopes of giving back.
One thought that calms me is the realization that a thousand years from now, no one and no thing will know of our personal failures, flaws, or demons. None of our individual actions will have made a significant dent in the world, none of our lives will be relevant in the scheme of things. All of us are such brief snapshots in Time, regardless of a life’s length or intention or invention. I find peace in the realization that my life is really just a movie, an acting out of cause and effect. Nothing I say, do, or feel really matters in the expanse of Time, so I might as well let it play out and see what will happen, who I will meet, whose lives I will come into contact with and what further lessons I will learn. The less serious I take my role in Life, the less my day-to-day failures, feelings, and expectations seem to matter, and furthermore, those of anyone or any situation around me. A thousand years from now, our trivial lives will be nothing, regardless of the happiness, the sadness, and all that lies in between. This thought reduces my stress levels just enough to keep me from making such a permanent decision as suicide. Sometimes the curiosity of all this is just enough. Putting off a decision of suicide is not relinquishing your right to do so in the future.
I would also like to add that every human being on this earth is loved by someone, somewhere. You truly have no idea how many lives you have touched or even saved in passing, the profound effect you or your actions have had on countless individuals or creatures, or the fond memories you are a part of. And there is something beautiful in those unknowns.
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I like the post because I’ve been thinking about how life is so incredibly short. I can’t believe I’ll only be alive for 40 or so years assuming I die from old age and not suicide. Is this really it? Everyone has to die but honestly I’m scared. What happens to us after our last breath. No one really knows. I’m assuming I won’t be conscious anymore but that just seems so incredibly strange to me.