I’d like to share something with anyone here who is relatively young and healthy, but considering committing suicide.   30 yrs ago, I attempted to take my own life.  I took large doses of various painkillers, washed down with alcohol.  It almost killed me.  Had I not been found in time, I wouldn’t be here writing this now.
Since then, I’ve been married twice, had a child and served 20 yrs in the military, among many other things. Â Not all my life experiences since then were good ones, but I had more good ones than bad ones. Â It was worth it to me to stick around another 30 years. Â I’m glad I did.
If you’re young, relatively healthy, and considering committing suicide, I make the suggestion that you give life a chance.  You’ll never know what’s out there for you, unless you give it a chance.
That being said, I’m going to take my own life soon.  I feel I have the right now.  I’ve experienced all the good and bad life has to offer.  There’s nothing left for me now.  I wish all of you the best with whatever you decide.
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omg this was really good i want to put it up in my group that i made to help ppl on sp. and i would like to talk to b4 u die
How did you even stick around that long? Well done!
I don’t think that’s fair. How can you tell us to wait and see what life has when you don’t know us? Many of us may not have the chances you had. If we’re going to stay then you have to stay too. Like you said, we don’t know what life has for us in the future. How do you know life isn’t waiting to give you more?
why do you want to take your own life, if things had gotten better.
Agree with The Illusion Set To Kill 😉
I’m sorry, you included talk of having a child and killing yourself in the same passage? Why would you even do that? You say there’s nothing left for you now? What about that child? Have you ever paused to think about the impact that you have on their life? Suicide is by far the most selfish choice you could make right now.
You might not love yourself, but I’m willing to bet that someone out there does.
Illusion. We are young, we have far more chances of something big happening than with the OP. The OP sounds as if he is in his 50’s, maybe 60’s. He’s pretty much milked life of all it’s possibilities. Soon, he will be an old man, in a wheel chair.
In all honesty, most of what we are feeling is not “depression”, it’s teen angst. Completely and utterly temporary. The label of depression gives us a reason to worry. We demand names, and names give us a set amount of rules, and restrictions. Which is what caused this in the first place.
Rape isn’t bad, how it makes us feel is bad. What if rape wasn’t despised? What if it was a day to day thing. What if sex wasn’t so god-damn romanticized? Then rape wouldn’t exist. It wouldn’t be a violation of our human rights. It’d be natural. And please, nobody go all “you’ve never experienced it” on my ass. I have, multiple times. I just choose ways to desensitize me to it. Not emphasize it.
Suicide isn’t a selfish, horrible thing. It’s honorable. In all honesty, these pathetic “my boyfriend dumped me, I’ll commit suicide” reasons annoy me. I’ll commit suicide. But when I’m in my 70’s. On the brink of being unable to be independent. That’s logical. Why live when you can’t really live? When you’re forced into a cyclic run of pills and bed pans? When you’re young, you’re just “fucked up with life” when really, you’ve not experienced anything. You’re just hormonal. I know I am. I used to be the real deal. I’ve cut, I’ve attempted. All because of romanticized issues. That aren’t actually a big deal when you get right down to the roots, and remove all human issues.
So, instead of lingering on little itty bitty issues. Move on, forget about it. It’s not big.
By “married twice” you mean “divorced once.”