I’ve been contemplating suicide, but I’m afraid what awaits me or what doesn’t await me on the other side. Where does my mind go? Surely there’s a place for it? I’m scared of how I’ll feel or won’t feel… I want to be able to see what happens after I off myself and keep living somehow as a ghost… Wishful thinking, I know. But seriously, is anyone else scared of the unknown?
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Yes, this is what holds me back from killing myself… To me, I think it’s just blackness like before you we’re born and when you sleep but have no dream, just that it lasts forever. Sometimes I think you get reincarnated, but then I think who I was in my past lives then I realize oh wait, that sorta defeats the purpose…I’m not suppose to know. I used to be a devout Christian, but realized that was all gimmicky to me, no offense to anyone, but became an Atheist.
What scares men the most is what they don’t know.
I’m also scared of being buried in a coffin, underground. I had a dream once that I was dead in a coffin, buried underground but the thing is my mind was still buzzing and i felt so claustrophobic and trapped and I was sweating, but obviously I can’t ’cause I’m dead, and I realised that I was going to be like this forever! That scared the crap out of me and I now am considering cremation ’cause at least being able to feel being burned to ashes won’t be forever.
Cremation sounds nice but I’d like to be buried in some beautiful cemetary where people can visit me (not like anyone would) and not take the risk that my ashes might get knocked over and all over the floor ah!
Thats how Christopher Columbus must have felt before his perilous voyage. If it wasn’t for him, we would still be afraid of falling off the edge of the world and would never have discovered America, the greatest land in the known universe.
I’m terrified of the Great Unknown. It’s one of the few reasons I haven’t tried to kill myself just yet. What if God actually would be mad? I’d hope he’d understand- being God and all- but what if the religions that think God hates everyone are right? And what if there’s nothing at all? When I almost died on the operating table, I remember the feeling. I was in for getting my gallbladder removed, but they cut my artery and I almost died before they realized it. They woke me up and I remember feeling so dizzy and I remember feeling like I was sinking and my whole body was heavy… and then nothing… until I woke up again. What if the nothing is what death is really like? I’d really rather come back as a ghost, I think…. or someone’s dog.
Exactly… Its weird that I don’t want to just disappear but in committing suicide, that’s what I’m suppose to want lol.