Does anyone else feel like they were born to commit suicide? I feel as though it’s unavoidable for me. It doesn’t matter where I go, who I live with, whether or not I’m happy. I feel like I’m meant to commit suicide. Like, I’m destined to take my own life. It’s a sad thought that my life has no meaning other than suicide, but I feel as though it’s the truth.
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Absolutely! That’s one reason i dont want mental help, i like how i am… Im meant to kill myself
Its how everything is supposed to play out
Yes! I’m so glad I’m not the only person who feels like this. At first, I thought I was insane for thinking that.
I don’t even see it as suicide, I plan to starve to death which is a legit way of dieing.
Wow, really?! You have a lot of strength to endure such pain like that. That is legit. Why starving to death, though? Seems like it would be a rather slow death. Just wondering.
I feel the same way and have felt that way most of my life.
Now if I had the perspective that my family or peers had, then maybe life would be bearable.
As I got older and found out that the only meaning is that which the individual or group attaches to things, the feeling of wanting to die intensified.
I just never possesed the emotion, faith, and hope that most people do to keep on. But my fear kept me from trying until my uncle died. And I failed and my fear kept me alive until now. I could go now but I want to see Japan once before I go.
I’m glad we can relate. If only I could find hope to keep me alive. I’m still a little afraid to die, but I’ve found that my fear is slowly diminishing. Soon I won’t be afraid. I hope that you get to go to Japan. Not that I want you to die anytime soon, but I just hope that you get to have that experience before you do go.
This post was nearly 6 years ago. I don’t know if you’re still around, buddy, but I hope you made it. It’s since been a long dream of mine, and one of the few reasons why I’m still tethered.
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Muchas gracias
I have been interested in martial arts since I was little.
Got some different raining from classes, seminars, a Japanes guy I met in college, self learned and all that. And with the legends of ninja, shaolin, and vajrayana, i felt that there was one out there that would let me be able to change the currents of reality a little bit.
I did read somewhere that starving in some cultures is actually accepted as a way to die. Something about endurance.
Hope may yet find you. You seem like you have untapped potential. From the way you write.
Yeah, I have thought like that since 5 or 6 years old, now 51.
yes feel like I born to commit suicide im 49 years old and hopeing to end my lo life soon
I think the reason why life is so hard for some people is that they weren’t meant for this world to begin with. I know I don’t belong here, never have. At the end of the day there’s only one thing to do…
I’m not meant for this world. I can’t handle it. I don’t get relationships – how they work, what’s the attraction, what’s wrong with me that I don’t get it – so I’m incredibly lonely. I hate my family, can not depend on them for anything. I can’t stomach all the injustices to the environment, animals, children, vulnerable populations… I’ve felt this way as long as I remember, even as a little kid. I’m mid 40s now and hanging on by the skin of my teeth because I’ve promised someone I wouldn’t end it all and leave him alone. Hypersensitive. Self absorbed. It’s who I am and I am sick sick sick of it.
Sorry for my poor English. Yes I also thinks that I born to commit suicide? I am 38 year old male and I am single. Everybody is supportive in my family but I want to commit suicide. Every night I sleep with the help of sleeping pills and every night I thinks that it must be my last night But at morning time when I get up I think why I am still alive. Suicide feelings are unavoidable for me. From many years I never felt happiness. I don’t feel comfortable between the persons to whom I know.
Amar–you’re the first person I’ve read/heard from who’s said that they feel every night on going to sleep that it must be their last night, and on waking ask sincerely why they’re still alive. I feel that way, too, and haven’t been able to go to bed before 5AM for about 3 years now. I live on 3-4 hours sleep a night, and despite my exhaustion can’t go to sleep until I fall unconscious.
How long have you been taking sleep medication? Is it over-the-counter or prescribed? Have you been building up a tolerance to it or is it as effective now as in the beginning? I have to be doing something during every moment I’m not asleep because when I stop, *the thoughts* come crashing down. What happens to you when you try to sleep but haven’t yet fallen asleep?
Yes I also thinks that I born to commit suicide? Physically I am fit person and I do not have any other problem but I don’t know way I am mentally suffering. I don’t know from where this mental pain is coming, which is forcing me to commit suicide.
I feel the same. Totally.
Hi EK2020
I suffering from Insomnia or sleeplessness since my teen age. I am taking sleeping medicine from last two years and it is prescribed. I can sleep just one or two hours without medicine but in fact now I am completely dependent on medicine for five or six hours sleep. At the morning time when I get up, same depressed thoughts start coming.
Absolutely. I feel that way right now as I do many nights. If you’re still here, you’re not alone in your feeling. I hope I can find the strength to realize my destiny, and I wish the same upon you. 🙂
It’s a haunting thought that I’ve pondered many times. Honestly, I can’t tell if I’m destined to succeed or destined for suicide, but nothing seems to be getting any better, and I’m only 23.
During high school I thought that suicide was an ordinary thought. I thought it was common place for the average person to debate death, especially when they were down. At some point I realized that this was not the case. There were others like me. Sad people. Depressed people. People who inspired me. People who told me to move on. People who are no longer around. People who met ends which they wanted me to avoid. It scared me. The curse of the depressed. I’m 23 currently, and though the urge isn’t at its strongest now, a large part of me feels that one day I’ll be the same as them, all of my inspirations. My mood will dip, my view will darken, and the rationality that keeps me alive will be the very thing that finished me. I expect this. I must go to Japan though, I’ve forbid myself from dying until then. I hope to be around a little longer doing the things I love with the people I care about. Until then, brethren.
Old post, but I feel something similar. I feel like I’m living in a cycle, where—no matter how near or far—the next wave of not wanting to live will always be inevitable. Some waves are better, some waves are worse. But it doesn’t feel good, feeling like you’re only living until the next wave hits. I feel like one day, a wave may be so bad that I actually do end it.