I’ve never been one to reach out to others for help — especially not the online public — but f**k it, I’ve run out of options.
I am 33 years old and have struggled with suppressing the urge to kill myself all day every day since I was around 9 years old. I exercise every day, eat healthy, stay constantly active with work and recreational activities, volunteer my time whenever possible, have gone to therapy for years, and tried every SSRI and benzodiazepine on the market. No matter what, I cannot shake the idea that life itself is just an excess of time and effort with little to no reward. Despite my best efforts, the overwhelming majority of my life has been filled with pain, anxiety, and needless suffering. There have been a handful of “happy” moments in my life — I am not incapable of happiness, per se — but the sum total of positive emotion felt from those experiences fails to make a dent in the misery built up from the physical and emotional war that is everyday life.
Had life been some sort of pre-conceptive choice, the pros and cons of which were laid out before me, I would have forfeited the opportunity immediately, recognizing it for what it is: a bad investment. In reality, life itself is much like going to a casino. You start out with the impression that your skills and decisions effect the outcome in some way; but in the end, only luck and the amount of money you bring to the table matter. For the rest of us, the house always wins. Any financial consultant would recommend avoiding that scenario altogether, and any psychologist would label your inability to do so as an addiction. Suicide is the intelligent choice. I’m tired of gambling with life. I recognize that the game is rigged, I cannot win, and simply wish to stop playing.
Many people on this board seem not to really want death itself, but rather to avoid the pain they are currently going through. I just desperately want to die; I always have. Personally, I can’t even stomach the idea of heaven. I don’t want to live forever, despite the potentially better conditions. I simply wish to cease to be, to disappear from thought and memory forever. But this has never been a real option to me. My mother’s father committed suicide when I was 1. I happen to be his doppelganger. As you can imagine, this has always caused a strain on my relationship with my mother, but more importantly, it has caused her to expect me to kill myself my whole life. I cannot kill myself as long as my mother is alive, without believing that I would be killing her as well. I do not wish for her to suffer more than she already has, but cannot guarantee that this will remain enough motivation for me to survive much longer.
I continue to go through the motions, though I no longer remember why. I have lived under the pretense of fake-it-till-you-make-it for far too long. I do not believe that living for the sake of living is any kind of virtue and am running out of reasons to keep trying. I don’t  really know what I expect from posting this, but as I said before, I’ve run out of options. There is nothing in this life for me; I simply do not belong here.
*** If you are kind enough to respond to this, please do not waste your time talking about God, the soul, or any other such ghostly voodoo. I was a preacher’s kid; I know what the Bible says. But I also know far too much about the history of the Jews, the historicity of Jesus himself, and the authenticity (or lack thereof) of all supporting Christian documents to fill my head with such nonsense and deviation from logic or reason. As far as Buddhism is concerned, I could not possibly desire less, but feel no enlightenment from it — only more emptiness and despair. For what it’s worth, I could go on and on about every major religion but will refrain from doing so here, as I do not wish to deviate from the point. So please respect this aspect of my post and do not derail the conversation to one about personal beliefs, myths, and legends. Thank you.
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“I simply wish to cease to be, to disappear from thought and memory forever.”
I know the feeling. Many of us wish we were never born. I want nothing more than the chance to disappear from history without a trace. I wouldn’t want to leave a void that people would notice; I would rather they didn’t notice my absence at all.
Nothingness.
I wish I could offer you advice, encouraging words, and what have you, but the problem is that I agree with everything you wrote. An “unfortunate waste of time” indeed.
For whatever it’s worth, I hope things work out for you as well as other people in the world who see life for the stupid joke that it is.
Hello *_Daemon*.
I am impressed at how you have justified your reasons for wanting death.
I wish I could understand life from your perspective but my reasons for death aren’t as straightforward as yours.
Mine are based on events.
I wish you the best with whatever you choose to do. I hope you stick to living because you never know, life might just surprise you.
If you ever want to talk, I’m here.
All my love, LOBT (LivingOnBorrowedTime.)
Same here, I am desperately hoping for no afterlife. Nor do I wish to just avoid pain, because the truth is I’m not in any. Just tired of all the bullshit, other peoples and my own, and would like to cease to exist. Sorry about your fucked up situation, and unfortunatley yes, life is simply one long trudge through one struggle after another. How could anyone aware of this want to continue?
I agree with some, though not all, of what you have said. I have tremendously grievous circumstance going on in my world right now (read my posts if you are interested, I’m not going to tell it here). But I said in one of those comments that circumstance is just fuel to a fire that I already have burning. I too have thought about suicide since I was a kid (I was 8 when it 1st began). That was 30 years ago. It has never gone away. I’ve had periods if reprieve from it, but it always comes back. I too desire death because I’m just weary from going on any longer, in bad times or good. I don’t see a point in it, and even if I could see one, I’m still not interested in pursuing it. I am a Christian (no, I’m not about to start preaching), but my friends tell me to just hold on, God has something good coming along someday. Ok, first off, where I am today I find no comfort in “someday”. I hurt today. I need release today. But more than that, not to beat a dead horse, but I’m weary from life. The idea of going on even in the best of times just seems mundane to me. I just want to end this, for no other reason than to have everything cone to a close.