Does anyone remember what introduced the concept of suicide to them or how. Where it sort of began. The older ones may not but I’m sure it’s still fresh within the younger crowd here. At what point did killing yourself become an escape. I don’t think it’s intuitive. We all learned it from somewhere.
As a kid, I got upset a few times but never did I bring out a knife until one night..
11 comments
since i remember myself i always used to think that it s better to kill yourself than to live life which is pitiful personally i never thought about commiting a suicide the last 6 months i ve been thinking a lot about it
Life wasnt always pitiful or not until the realization. You may have desired death but when was suicide chosen over placing yourself in dangerous situations?
What comes first? When does it?
I don’t know if the answers will lead to anything. Just wanted to ask.
At the end of highschool no job description or studies interested me, to me it felt like: well no job = no money = homeless, i don’t want to be homeless so i’d rather die if i can’t fit into the society. Plus seeing how the world is fucked up right now with all this violence doesn’t make me want to take part in this world/life. I just can’t stand it! Why put your efforts into something when you absolutely have no guaranty of success, i don’t play by these rules!
But you could die other ways, why by your own hands?
I think simply because i you wait for a car to get you, you’ll wait a pretty long time ;). Second: i wouldn’t want to involve some innocent stranger that will feel guilty if he/she runs me over with his/her car. Suicide is a test: do you have the balls to see it through? Can you stand the pain? Suicide is also a statement: “Fuck this world! I’d rather die than endure it” Suicide has meaning, it’s close to a ritual, when you think about it, when you prepare it and finally when you do it, some use music, etc … This is when you do it in cold blood. Some i think do it in when in crisis and rush through all the “ritual” segement. But this is only how i see things i’m no doctor nor scientist, this are just my thoughts.
It started 2 years ago in my old school, Bowring, i was bllied all the way through my school life since year 1, then durring years 10 and 11, in my secondery school, i just though, fuck it, what is the point of living in pain.
I was depressed all of the time, i would just walk around the playground wih no freinds, just wondering aimlessly, i fell into a nihilistic void, from year 10, i just lost hope, i falied my exams, but i could not give a shit, i just viewed life as meaningless and wanted to die…i was fifthteen at the time.
But i slowly got out of it, when i left, i have one more shot at college, but i feel suicidal agian, becuase of my familly and the college it self, i feel opressed, i am transgendered and gay, and i only realised it last year, now i am on the edge of existance, looking at the black void before me, i looks back.
For me it was my father’s suicide. I was 12 at the time, admired and loved my father. I do not remember thinking it was an extraordinary act, though sad, I somehow assumed that it was ok to kill oneself. A legitimate act. He had been I’ll for some time and attempted to kill himself several times prior – perhaps I came to be conditioned to expect and accept. I have for a long time myself believed that I would die by my own hand. I rather think that the only reason I have not followed through is the guilt of the pain that I would leave behind. The problem though is that as long as suicide is an option, one, or rather I, stay stuck. Nothing seems to matter because as I tell myself I will kill mysel. It’s difficult to plan for a future when you do not believe one has one.
Please don’t view suicide as your eventual death. If you live with optimism, life will get better. It may not be easy, but it will be worth it.
ive always been FACINATED with death…i find it absolutely amusing…i dont really remember when it started i think…maybe when i saw my mom pitiful…
@cracked That is very much the problem isn’t it, it being difficult to plan for a future. Sorry about your father. To learn about it through family, I think, is one of the most unacceptable ways.
I don’t know…my brother probably started it, he would always ask why I wasn’t dead yet, since I was the age of 6.