Goodbye I wish I could tell someone how I feel but I’m at the end of my tether I can’t go on like this I’m so depressed my life is hell I don’t want it anymore my husbands caregiver arrives at 11 I’m going out then when they are asleep
Fuck you orphanatom. Molly call me. That person is an idiot. Im a person that has a soul and cares about you even though you don’t know or believe I can help you but I can and will. Youre not done yet. Don’t you fing give up. Try one more minute. talk to me.
molly, if you are still here and i sincerely hope you are, just know that you are loved. i have been where you are right now and i know how meaningless these words can seem but you have to believe me when i say : things will get better. i know it seems like there is no up right now, but there will be. soon. i promise. just hold on. what you need is a distraction. one thing i like to do, is get all my stuffed toys all huddled around me and watch re runs of my favourite comedies. friends is a great one. i know, it may seem stupid, butr watching tv shows can take you out of your world and into a fake one, even just for a little while. i have never met you, and probably never will, but i love you and you need to stay strong. this is not the end. much love, charlotte xox
if you need to call me collect I will pay for it ok. Youre worth it….Im insanely rich by the way….just kiddin. You need to talk to a person, so do I. but if you like email that’s fine too.
right now i know there wont be alot i can do for you but promise that it does get better. i dont know how old you are molly, but i really can relate to where you are right now. you are loved more than you will ever know. please just sleep and see how you feel in the morning.
please.
much love,
charlotte
xox
ive always thought of dying as a revelation. no ones ever seen whats on the other side. in dying you get to experience the new, the unknown, the fantastical, and all the fear and excitement that goes with that. but in the end you’ll have answers to it all. its the only thing that ever gives a worthwhile answer.
molly please, listen.
the one thing that stopped me from ending my life was this:
thousand of people commit suicide. the only thing that stopped me was thinking that eventually people would only remember me a suicide statistic. i wanted to be remembered for so much more than that, and you will be remembered for amazing things if you just hold on
you can. i know it seems so hard and everything is seeming so so dark but just please go make yourself a cup of tea and crawl into bed. if you still feel this way in the morning then you can jump that hurdle when you come to it. if you dont want to sleep yet, just put on some music. your favourite song. put it on quietly and think about nothing but the song lyrics/ replay it. again and again until you are ready to sleep
How is like this? For me?.abortion…drugs, rape, stripping, prostitution, abuse, alcoholism….Tell me what is killing you inside? I do know pain and I don’t judge ever. What is happening to you?
Molly I have a daughter who is suffering from severe mental pain because of rape, drugs, etc after my divorce. She lives in Colorado with her boyfriend and I do what I can for her but when I talk to you I feel the pain like I see and feel in her. Please reply Molly
Molly, I haven’t found anything but Cymbalta to level me out but it worked when I was on it. Im not giving up yet….I know you feel there is no other way. there is. youre too young Molly. My daughters name is Katie. Do you have any family Molly?
im at home too. im in houston, usa and ive always wanted to die outside too. preferably near a lake or at the beach. is anyone gonna find you at this fig tree after the fact?
Sandy, my laptops about to run out of battery and i cant charge it. i wish you the best in your endeavors. at 11 o’ clock (6am where i am) i’ll assume youve made good on your promise. my heart goes out to you. if i find you on here again, you’ll make my heart leap a bit and i shall be elated. Godspeed Sandy. I’ll say a prayer for you (buddhist). im sorry that this life has caused so much struggle for you.
Well think about this Sandy, someone in Edmond Oklahoma named Kelli Green is falling apart because she doesn’t want you to die and she will live with this pain forever wondering what she could have done for you.
I’m going now thanks for helping me pass the time I have emails and a journal to wipe I want my thoughts to stay private no note I don’t think anyone will have trouble with the why question specially in view of my depression as of late…
Isn’t that the whole point? We try and try, fight and fight, endure and persist and fail, over and over, again and again, and are met with nothing but more suffering.
CHOOSING to die, is indeed courageous. The ability to shed all attachment to all that is known and experienced in this life, in exchange only for facing the nothing… to boldly go whence no one hath returned… that’s balls (even if you’re female).
Staying confined in a terrible life, afraid to die, unable to live, trapped in this perpetual black second… that’s cowardice.
For someone who values what life could be, choosing death is freaking Heroic. It means the suffering is great enough to trade not just your most valuable aspect… but everything you’ve ever known… and any chance to recover… because too much is wrong, and not enough can be corrected.
For someone who thinks life is worthless, they’re simply discarding what has little or no value. It’s not heroic or courageous to put trash in a trashcan… though it’s better than simply leaving it where it lands.
I’m conflicted about this, because i fully support the natural right of any human to choose death based on valid reasoning… but i’m not saying that i think anyone should kill themselves. I think if they really want to, and really don’t have any way to make better the things they can’t handle… then it’s their choice, not anyone else. If all those people who supposedly loved us, actually did, maybe we wouldn’t have reached such an unbearable state of existence, where “people love you” doesn’t even come close to making anything tolerable. In fact, it’s just one more thing to feel guilty about… and guilt is exactly the kind of thing that makes suicidal people want to go ahead and check out.
Guilt, shame, blame, accusations of unappreciativeness and cowardice…
I just… i can’t see how any of that is supposed to convince anyone to live. It’s more likely to push an unstable person over the edge.
Oh that was for rain clouds and At the End. Yeah Im the stranger around the world who wanted to see a beautiful girl have a life . Death is nothing but emptiness, how do you think her family will feel….you act like its all divine and beautiful…..you encourage it….youre fucking sick. Have a great ride …..what the fuck???>?Give me your address Ill send you the fucking morphine mother fucker
Saying have a great ride doesn’t push them. How about them knowing some person on the other side of the world doesn’t want them to go. God put her here for a reason. Her mother gave birth to her for a reason….she needs to know someone cares. I know I tried it twice …..and failed god knows how. people want to die when they don’t think theyre worth anything useful to anyone in the world. I was trying to tell her I care. Its not easy for me to fight it but I am because I have kids. Her family will be devastated. Have you ever buried a child? how the fuck do you know how that feels? mother fucking bastard of a man…..hava a great time on the other side…oh how cool. shut the fuck up. yeah its her choice but sometimes in moments of weakness we make bad permanent decisions …I was always lonely when I tried. if I knew someone cared it might have made a difference. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I care about her. I wanted her to survive a little longer till she could maybe get better.
<.< calm down. We are entitled to our opinions. I wasn't encouraging anyone. Please don't act high and mighty. Molly has been here for a while and has suffered a lot. She could use help not just bs about "you're perfect and beautiful". I never said it was divine or beautiful? Death is viewed differently by everyone.
If anything you're acting like a troll telling other suicidal people that you'll send us morphine. Please don't attack others on here. Its quite hypocritical to be trying to save molly while telling others you'll give em the morphine. Suicide is something that hurts our loved ones but that frees us from pain. It is what many describe as a permanent solution for problems that can be considered tenporary inthe grand scheme of things.
Don't start fights. Don't hate. Don't act this wat on Mollys post. Moly doesnt deserve this on her post. Help her but don't make her post a battleground.
Wow, just cause you couldn’t talk someone out of what they had planed you call them a coward? If you want to play hero I suggest you go elsewhere. You have some fuckin nerve lady, degrading someone like that for their personal decision.
Sorry for the fighting molly. You have always been an interesting soul. I remember the long conversations i would see with you and dawg and i think spartan o.o and even blakswan i wonder where they all are now….hopefully doing a lot better in life (:
@clevername
“CHOOSING to die, is indeed courageous. ” you said.
With suicide you choose to kill a human. So killing people is OK and courageous, just because yuo think you are doing the right thing? Killing anyone is WRONG, even if that is yourself. The only problem is, noone can stop you from doing that. But it is still wrong!
When you encourage people to kill, YOU are a murderer.
@samanthajo-
I think you misunderstand.
Sometimes eternal emptiness is truly better than the agony which fills us.
It is not for us to decide whether what her family will feel, is relevant. That’s on her. This is one aspect that many people don’t seem to “get.” Once you’re “at that point,” such things are trivial. Why? Well, because death is nothing but emptiness. It’s upsetting to think about how the families and friends might feel… and while you can’t make them not sad/angry/hurt/etc., there is indeed a way to make yourself not able to perceive their disturbance. If you can’t change what’s wrong, you can instead try to make it not matter. I’m pretty sure once we’re dead, whatever anyone else feels does not matter, because we are not aware of any of it. Of course she “cares” how her close ones will feel… but once she’s gone, she won’t. That’s part of the whole point. Caring is hard. Once we’re gone, we don’t have to care, or feel, or think, or experience anything at all, anymore.
There is a type of beauty in the profundity of knowingly trading one’s only chance to experience existence, in order to face the nothing. It’s far from the most beautiful thing, and not anything i would describe as “divine.”
And, well, if someone has already decided to check out… you might as well wish them the best possible experience that such an event can be. Death comes in many forms, both expected and not… at the worst times, too soon… but there is something to be said for knowing when to say “when,” and making a decision, rather than being involuntarily subjected to it, or victimized by a life of inevitable suffering, only to reach a just as inevitable demise.
Death comes for us all… no matter how beautiful or ugly our lives may be. Some people are just done, and are just ready to go. It’s not really such a happy thing… but we can at least try to see things differently; change ourselves, since we can’t change other things. We can decide to see that perhaps a person needs to be done, and has the right to go… but that doesn’t mean we don’t acknowledge the weight of such things, nor does it mean we expect friends or family not to be sad.
In fact, one of the saddest parts is that it’s unreasonable to expect ANYONE else to ever understand… because you have to have walked my miles in my shoes, and worn my skin, and seen through my eyes, to understand the things that words just cannot convey to you. So, i, and others, must accept that people will hurt and cry and be angry, and will not understand.
Still… you’re allowed to think or feel whatever. You’re human, and humans have feelings, even bad ones, and you’re not obligated to support anyone’s choices… except perhaps your own.
I just felt moved and somewhat compelled to contribute here. It’s far from a complete perspective, but… there it is.
Im not calling her a coward and no its not the easy way out and no Im not trying to be a fucking hero. just a mother who doesn’t want a young girl to die. Im not degrading her. I was trying to say she was a beautiful young person who still had a lot to give. My daughter is sick and in the same mindset so don’t act like I don’t know what the fuck im talking about. to me this is personal…..I cant say hey u want todie, best wishes. Yeah I have some fuccking nerve. It was her decision but I would hope someone would help my 22 yr old daughter from killing herself if I wasn’t there and didn’t know. That’s the difference between a person who has given life with her body and a mother fucking man. Youre so stupid you don’t even understand.
Suicide and Murder are two entirely different concepts.
Forcing people to suffer is what’s wrong. Choosing to end your own life, the only one for which each of us are responsible, is not wrong. At least, no more than the rest of the fucked up shit in this fucked up world we live in.
@samanthaho-
God? LOL. Is that your “position?” Is that your grand-reasoning-basis? If so, come back when you have something real.
How “genuine” can the “caring” from a “random stranger on the other side of the world” really be? Do you fancy yourself a deity, perhaps?
I can tell you straight up: she needs way more than “to know someone cares.” She probably already knows that. She probably has seen the… insufficient results of that so-called “caring.” The actions of others who only claim to care, have proven to her that whatever “caring” means, doesn’t seem to matter much. It’s one more thing people say should help, but doesn’t. Can’t you see how your entire approach to perceiving the world, is contributing to the very problems you pretend to try to solve?
People like you need to realize you’re doing the world a disservice by raising kids to believe in god. You’re ruining their minds and wasting their time, filling their eyes with lies and setting them up for a huge fall, with which you won’t be able to help them. They will feel betrayed, and they will think you’re stupid… or crazy… or evil. Speaking of burying a child; do you have any idea how heartbreaking it is, to watch a parent retreat into their own mind, seeking the comfort and solace of false constructs, and become unable to cope with “the reality of reality?”
I know this will come off as fairly harsh, but… i’m honestly conflicted here. I’m partly pissed off and offended, but on the other hand, i did just say you’re allowed to be human and feel stuff, and probably think inexplicable things, and let your emotions and misguided idealism lead you down wrong paths…
But, in my eyes, your words only reveal how little you seem to know of what you “speak.”
I’ve already spent far more time and energy than i should, here. I said it myself: people can’t and won’t understand. Not much i can do about that, except try not to care, so it won’t bother me as much.
Yes actually I do know what its like to bury a child. Her name was Lindsay and she was 7. I want to see her now but I cant because I have other children. So don’t talk to me about pain and looking at your child in a casket like I don’t know. No im not a deity or crazy person or hero just a mother who aches for her child ……and don’t like to see life taken away….im done.
Eeeeeeeh…. Pointless… Like every other effort here on this site. No matter what I say (nice or harsh) it has zero impact When people are SO convinced in their own believes it is impossible to change their perspective.
This is what upsets me – you are so much like me, but the other way around. NOTHING can make me loose my passion for life (and almost everything has allready happened) and for you guys, nothing can make you love life again.
Sad.
I wish it wouldnt have to be this way.
I still have hope for Sandy, hope that she didnt do it.
It’s not that i don’t love life itself… it’s just that mine is ruined. I cannot enjoy *My* life… and living vicariously through others, is not enough for me.
I almost tried to argue that i hadn’t lost my passion for life… but i actually have. I want to live, but it’s just not going to happen. There is no help for someone like me. I could say “trust me, i know,” but saying “trust me” doesn’t really mean much to anyone else.
I’ve tried, many times, to convey the fact that i assign the highest possible value to life itself… and that my time here is so often wasted or stolen by completely arbitrary bullshit, false constructs, needless obstacles… and the lost time is already past, and the damage is already done.
It’s not “belief” for me. It’s lacking belief. I base everything on what can be observed, because it doesn’t make sense to base anything on something that cannot be seen nor located, or even defined. The only thing that can be based on such profound uncertainty, is Chaos. The uncertainty principle. You can’t ever know that things will work out as you expect. In fact, you should always expect to encounter and unpredictable factor or circumstance or… whatever. You can’t completely calculate everything, because without knowing everything you can’t have the whole equation. You can, however, develop “heuristics,” which facilitate an efficient way of prediction, so that the least amount of energy and time are wasted on things that cannot possibly succeed.
Shit i’m rambling.
The only way anyone can say i’m “so convinced my own beliefs,” is if you shift the burden of proof from those making claims, to those demanding evidence to support those claims, before “believing.” I don’t believe. Belief is a bad thing. It leads people into problems, every single time… unless your heuristics are impeccable, and cause you to only believe what is predictably true. But then, those “beliefs” won’t really be “beliefs.” They’ll be highly-probable predictions, which only don’t work out when a significant factor of the calculation is unaccounted for.
I hate that this world is so fucked up that people feel like there is no other way than death, to eliminate enough (or all) of their own suffering, at such an enormous cost.
If we want to stop suffering needlessly, it costs the ultimate price. Otherwise, we need something to believe is worth suffering so much for.
Are you saying that you’re depressed and lack the will to “live†because you can’t live with the knowing that the only certainty is uncertainty?
In 1961, Jung was asked by a BBC commentator if he believed in God. Jung replied, “I do not believe. I know!”
“Religious experience is absolute, it cannot be disputed. You can only say that you have never had such an experience, whereupon your opponent will reply: ‘Sorry, I have.’ And there your discussion will come to an end.”
The religious experience is personal, subjective, an experience of the numinous, wonder, that sense that which is greater than us, and perhaps being a part of ‘itâ€, connected, the experience of belonging.
The image of the man standing on the mountain top after a long climb watching the sun rise and experiencing that some – “thingâ€, oneness, and the experience informing his life. That is a religious experience
It is important to remember that the word religion is defined in many, many ways and in my opinion leaving the word unhelpful if not meaningless.
The statement is not about religious theology, dogma, apologetics, or religion organisation but the “religious experienceâ€, religious as in spiritual inward, personal experience, the experience and respect for that which is greater then ourselves and bonds all together. (A religion organisation that does not bring all together including the believer and unbeliever cannot be properly called a religion)
Jung’s statement also points out the difficult in using such words as belief, religion, experience….
If I am certain in what I believe, certain in the experience, it is not something that I believe but something I know. I do not believe then I know.
The only certainty in life is death, the space in between uncertain. (It is the space between notes that creates music, not the notes.)
Life is paradox, to live well I must act with certainty on what I know while knowing I cannot be certain.
I’ve been following your posts and from the outside looking in it appears you’re tying yourself in knots with the idea of belief, or disappointment that in the end belief can only be subjective.
You “base everything on what can be observed†a demand that only the objective is real yet you appear to struggle because it seems your experience of self does not conform to the objective experience.
The objective world you experience does not match up with your subjective desires and expectations of how you imagine the world and your life ought to be, and maybe where thought it should be. You project this pain and disappointment onto to “believers†or idea of belief, leaving me to wonder if what you really want is to believe?
Denying subjective experience sets it in conflict with the objective and you will never find peace.
I’m still here I tang my shrink I expect I will go to hospital:-( sorry for upsetting everyone I had every expactuctation of carrying through my plan,my husband caregiver took one look at me and it all came tumbling out I’ve been awake all night I expect I will pay for this with a period in lockup again I’m sorry for any upset I’ve called you guys but I’m no fraud I may still carry out my plan I’m sick and I know this I’m still crying and very depressed I still want to die
My husband odd a high needs quadraplegic and I’m not coping with all the sleepless nights and stress I need time out or I will kill myself he’d be better off without me
More reason to die I feel despondent they took all my pills away they’re not as stupid as I thought once again sorry for any distress my shit life has caused anyone I will face the shrink this morning and I won’t lie I’m very afraid
Hi dawg I’m very sick I don’t think I can live my life with anymore of this shit I really feel suisidal I can’t stop crying I could always drive my car into a wall with no seatbelt
I know – I know … but you know this will pass … you just need to hang on and try and do your best to think rationally and find solutions to the things stressing you … crashing a car will likely fail and leave you in a worse predicament … you know this to be true.
I know it’s hurting you – but hang in there and stick it out.
On the whole you have had it under control recently. Experience tells you that you have always recovered from a bad spell which means you are almost certain to do so again.
Molly – take a deep breath and focus – hospital is just another room with a different set of tasks – the more you can try to collect yourself and appear reasonable and thoughtful, the less likely the need for hospital – but it’s just another room
@Molly-
I’m glad you waited a bit. I had checked some of your previous posts and have seen that you’ve had some ‘ups,’ and not just perpetual ‘downs.’ The low-swings are worse when compared (as they naturally are) to the high points. Maybe meds can help… but you need to find the right doctor and let him/her do their job, by making sure they know your symptoms, and when they occur, and what triggers them.
@left22-
No, i’m not saying “because i can’t live with knowing that only uncertainty is certain.”
For me, my will-to-live is most deeply impacted by my ability to accurately predict many relevant factors and aspects of my future… and that i see that i will not be happy or peaceful, unless you count detachment and emptiness as “peaceful.” Sometimes it is. Sometimes not.
I think Jung possibly misused the term “religious experience.” I know what he obviously meant, because i have had those types of experiences, wherein i felt a profound sense of “oneness” and “connection” to my world, and felt like it all made perfect sense… despite the inherent uncertainty.
But that doesn’t mean there is a “God.” And just because i occasionally feel “connectedness,” doesn’t mean i am, and doesn’t mean there is anything “more” or “supernatural” happening.
I think those “religious experiences” are more about the spontaneous correlation of all the mind’s contents, to suddenly “make sense of it all,” in an often terrifyingly beautiful grasping of “meaning.”
I also spend a lot of time thinking about how people use words so… recklessly. Using words to mean something other than those words mean, expecting others to both understand and agree… it murks up the already obfuscant translation barrier, and makes true communication virtually impossible.
“Religion” just means something you do regularly, and feel strongly about.
Also, what can be “known?” How is knowledge “knowable?” Is it possible to “know” something as true, that can only be false? I think so. But just because someone is able to perceive something false as “true,” that doesn’t make it true. It just makes them wrong.
The only real reason that any words are difficult to use, is that too many people don’t care to put forth the effort to learn to communicate accurately, and so it’s almost like they’re literally speaking gibberish, despite their usage of familiar words.
Belief and Knowing are mutually exclusive. They are incompatible concepts. “Belief” in what is truly Known, is superfluous and irrelevant. “Belief” is all about Uncertainty… Not Knowing… but thinking-so anyway.
I appreciate your statement about the space between notes, but it’s just the opposite extreme of the idea it attempts to counter, and is equally wrong. It is both the notes, AND the spacing, which makes music; not just one or the other.
It’s not that i’m tying myself in knots, but rather that i am surrounded by an imposed theological atmosphere, with which i am constantly at odds, because i see the failing of reasoning contained therein, as well as (and much worse) perpetuated by indoctrination of more and more youth… which makes unreasonable people who expect too much and don’t value this life nearly enough to be capable of making better decisions for not just themselves, but for everyone else too.
Teaching people to believe… to have faith… to be certain of something that is not only uncertain, but is completely unsupported by any evidence whatsoever… is just a bad thing to do, no matter which angle i try to see it from. The only “good” that can come of it, is that sometimes, people need “something to believe,” or they will give up when too many things go wrong. Is it right to teach people to believe something false, just so they’ll keep going once all hope is lost? So they’ll think there is a “reason” to continue in pursuit of an utterly unattainable goal? To essentially “trick” them into the behavior you prefer, rather than allowing them to make their own choice about whether “enough is enough?” I don’t agree with that practice. It is rampant. This greatly disturbs me.
It’s not that i deny the subjective, but that i realize, and so should everyone else, that the subjective does not make reality. Despite the strings connecting things and the natural oneness, there is still a line, a very obvious line, between the individual and the rest of the world.
You’re partially right in wondering whether i really want to believe.
I want to believe something that is obviously not true, and has zero basis in reality. I can’t believe something that isn’t true, without reason, or without deception.
I’m not necessarily “projecting pain and disappointment,” but rather am rightfully assigning blame and accountability to those persons, groups, systems, who perpetuate the teaching of expectations which cannot be met, since their claims are, at best, entirely unsupported, and at worse, entirely false.
So, since there is no “God,” aside from the idea thereof, i “believe” (read: know) that we should base our approach to understanding this world and shaping it into the best possible thing, upon the objectively reasonable fact that there is no valid, legitimate reason, to believe that there is anything more to experience, beyond the lives we currently have.
I know i will never find peace… unless i accept the unacceptable, or learn to change myself in ways that contradict who i am, allowing me not to care about any of the stuff i can’t change, both about myself, and about this world.
I have to say… today, i awoke in a state of mind, body, being, that leaves no room for me to continue this life.
The only reason i am still here, is that there are still things i want to do, that are actually possible. I am allowing my suffering to continue, hopelessly, because i have to be alive to do any of those things. I do not believe any of those things will resolve my suffering or make me “happy,” but i still want to do them. I have no choice but to continue paying an astronomically high price, for such negligible returns… it’s completely inefficient and unfair.
I see no way to make “it” what i want it to be… or be happy, or succeed, or stop suffering.
I cannot live a life that is worth my own pain. I am unwilling to live the way i don’t find worth my own suffering.
Or maybe it’s not a question of Will, but rather, a question of Capability. Maybe i have the Will, but am simply unable, due to my own particular set of circumstances, which i do indeed experience both subjectively, and objectively.
I do realize there is a difference between “just me feeling stuff,” and “the way things really are.” Those things are not mutually exclusive, and while not necessarily compatible, can actually coexist.
I just don’t see that there is any “help” available for someone like me, whose “depression,” is entirely reality-based and event-driven. I’m never “inexplicably distraught.” There is always a reason… and it is almost always something i cannot change… whether it’s because i simply lack ability, or am disallowed from doing so, externally, by choices others make.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I find them very helpful as I struggle with coming to terms with many of the same issues.
I liked Jung’s quote as it respects the experience of another without the demand that it be explained or verified which too often ends up distorting it. There is of course a difference if I demand that you acknowledge and have my experience or if others demand that I do not have it.
Similarly to the frustration many people on this site have expressed when others, maybe trying to help or out of fear, deny the depressed their experience.
“You can only say that you have never had such an experience, whereupon your opponent will reply: ‘Sorry, I have.’ And there your discussion will come to an end.â€
There are nine different specific definitions for the word Religion. Which is one of the reasons it makes dialog about the subject so difficult as people tend to assume their talking about the same thing when they are not.
The word God has also become a difficult word as many people have a pavlovian response to it, demanding it be only an objective experience.
And the word Faith…. How many people expresses there faith buy attempting to prove it and would forces that experience on others. You can only laugh cry.
Faith is a belief in an experience that is not expected or has to be proved.
“And there your discussion will come to an end.â€
In the past I had searched for and expected the world to adhere to my objective expectations. For years I have searched for this thing call meaning… and in finding it understand why.
If I had the answerer everything would make sense and even if it meant the impact of my life would minuscule or near pointless at least knowing why, I might find peace in that
In the Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy, the answer to the meaning of life is 42 but the equation that represents the question is 6 x 9 = 54.
The conclusion to the answer of 42 is that something is fundamentally wrong with the universe, and we laugh.
But I wonder at the hubris of that conclusion, that it’s not the universe that is fundamentally wrong but our ability to do math that’s fucked up. That 6×9 = 42. It is not the equation or answer that is wrong but our ability to do math, and our expectation that the answerer be something else.
Today I have found some peace is accepting the subjective world as being more “real†or maybe I should say important the objective one. In the end how I feel about an experience is more important to understanding and knowing the objective facts of it. That is not to say that, I deny the objective facts and stop working to a line the subjective experience with the objective, only that in our limitations of knowing and respecting that a leap always required and the experience of that leap will always be personal and thus subjective.
Still like you I struggle with the problem of detachment. The better I am at identifying the illusion between the subjective and objective experience, the more dethatched I find myself from the experience.
How do we push forward and remain engaged to life when we find ourselves more and more detached from it?
@clevername
I guess what I’m saying is that having come to terms that for reasons I don’t fully understand the probability of me coming suicide is not likely the best I seem to come up with is become comfortable that 6×9=42
“I appreciate your statement about the space between notes, but it’s just the opposite extreme of the idea it attempts to counter, and is equally wrong. It is both the notes, AND the spacing, which makes music; not just one or the other.â€
It’s true both the space and the notes are required to make music. To focus only on the notes is noise, the space an empty silent void.
But here is the difference. The notes are all around us that happen and exist with or without participation, mathematical certainties, vibrations and harmonics. Life happens, notes happen.
To make music out of them, to create rhythms, requires ability, our skill to create space, to breathe space between the noise that life can become. (Is is no coincidence that most spiritual practices (the practice of connecting) start with the teaching of how to breathe.)
There are times we participate and other times we do no. regardless the notes ring out, as evidenced from the posts on this site, too often in a cacophony of discordant noise.
If there is purpose in life or meaning, I do not know. But a master musician who can breathe space between the babble of life and create rhythm and song, that seems like a worthwhile endeavor in its own right, for no other reason, purpose of meaning than it self.
@clevername
“But that doesn’t mean there is a “God.†And just because i occasionally feel “connectedness,†doesn’t mean i am, and doesn’t mean there is anything “more†or “supernatural†happening.â€
The religious experience does not “mean†there is a God, only that one had an experience in which one felt connected to something more than themselves. Here the word Religion is defined as “that which binds†or that which connects, and does not refer to theology, dogma, organization, commandments, etc… (People may be inspired to create theology, dogma and organization as a result of their religious experience in order to replicate and or even control it)
The religious experience may be as meaningful to the person that has it as it can be for them. The thing that too many people forget is that God is not a concept or experience to be proved, but something to have.
The moment a person says God is this or that, and or that they can prove God they kill God.
The posts of people on this site crying out against the belief in God tend to follow the following pattern.
The idea of God exists
There is evil in the world
Therefore God is not Good
Therefore God does not exist
Therefore there is no meaning to life
Therefore life sucks
Followed by a subconscious rant about their disappointment and anger that God does not exist.
Imagine the pointlessness if at root of an atheist’s depression is an anger that God does not exist.
@clevername
To be clear I am not a theist, atheist or agnostic. Like you I have had the experience of connection and participation with that “some thing†greater them myself, even experiences of synchronicity….
These experiences I feel are better left as personal and private.
The best advice regarding such experiences comes I think from Mary.
“But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart†– significant and over looked fact that this is the end of her recorded thoughts on the matter.
Too late I think I discovered that much of my depression has been due to my failure of connecting to a community who professed the experience of connection with that something greater… talk, the rules, the expectations, organization itself diminished and confused my own experience.
I have grown to find peace in the irony of paradox and have even comfort in uncertainty,… still most perplexing to me with regards to religious institutions is that the religion experience profess and encouraged are the very things that any organization cannot accept or allow. A paradox and irony to which one can only cry and laugh….
It is not the notes of life I struggle with as much now, but the space, as the space to often become too long and too long… disconnected from the notes.
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Goodbye I wish I could tell someone how I feel but I’m at the end of my tether I can’t go on like this I’m so depressed my life is hell I don’t want it anymore my husbands caregiver arrives at 11 I’m going out then when they are asleep
I have 1000mg just googled its enough yay
I wish you the best and i hope you go to some place better. *hugs*
Fuck you orphanatom. Molly call me. That person is an idiot. Im a person that has a soul and cares about you even though you don’t know or believe I can help you but I can and will. Youre not done yet. Don’t you fing give up. Try one more minute. talk to me.
How dare you encourage her you stupid moron. People like you……go on and do it
I’m here it’s 8.26pm
I’m sick you can’t help me
please email me Molly, Kelli
molly, if you are still here and i sincerely hope you are, just know that you are loved. i have been where you are right now and i know how meaningless these words can seem but you have to believe me when i say : things will get better. i know it seems like there is no up right now, but there will be. soon. i promise. just hold on. what you need is a distraction. one thing i like to do, is get all my stuffed toys all huddled around me and watch re runs of my favourite comedies. friends is a great one. i know, it may seem stupid, butr watching tv shows can take you out of your world and into a fake one, even just for a little while. i have never met you, and probably never will, but i love you and you need to stay strong. this is not the end. much love, charlotte xox
Molly Ive been sick too, maybe I need you just as much. can you try? My personal email is kelligreen1968@gmail.com please try
I’m here till 11pm
There you go Charlotte already being beautiful :))) Proud of you….strong and helpful you are
Where are you? Im in Oklahoma it is 330 am here. Im here for you
Nz
im in new zealand aswell molly. i live in auckland xox
survived 2 tornados this week. I couldn’t die if I tried…… just kiddin…..What does Nz mean? New Zealand?
Yes
See you have two of us who care for you honey
You’re making me cry
can you talk to me? tell me your pain? what’s wrong?
I don’t mean to make you cry honey just feel loved because Im crying right now for you.
I’m really depressed I’ve made my peace
I’ve given up nothing matters anymore
I just want to die
if you need to call me collect I will pay for it ok. Youre worth it….Im insanely rich by the way….just kiddin. You need to talk to a person, so do I. but if you like email that’s fine too.
right now i know there wont be alot i can do for you but promise that it does get better. i dont know how old you are molly, but i really can relate to where you are right now. you are loved more than you will ever know. please just sleep and see how you feel in the morning.
please.
much love,
charlotte
xox
I can’t talk I’m crying too much
I have felt the same way lately but I cant cause I have kids. otherwise I would have. do you have kids?
I can’t sleep I don’t feel love I am numb
ive always thought of dying as a revelation. no ones ever seen whats on the other side. in dying you get to experience the new, the unknown, the fantastical, and all the fear and excitement that goes with that. but in the end you’ll have answers to it all. its the only thing that ever gives a worthwhile answer.
No
im going through a whole roll of toilet paper missy
I’m not worth it
Im 44. how old are you if you don’t mind me asking..
I’ve a long history of 13 attempts but I have the right gear now
44
you don’t have to tell me anything u don’t want to.
molly please, listen.
the one thing that stopped me from ending my life was this:
thousand of people commit suicide. the only thing that stopped me was thinking that eventually people would only remember me a suicide statistic. i wanted to be remembered for so much more than that, and you will be remembered for amazing things if you just hold on
I can’t hold on anymore
Im just glad to hear from you…very much
You’re so right Charlotte. hugs to you honey
I’m just filling in time I have 3 hours
Molly don’t do this. If you do this now I will forever feel like I said the wrong thing….please talk to me…..help me hang on too
I can’t even help myself
you can. i know it seems so hard and everything is seeming so so dark but just please go make yourself a cup of tea and crawl into bed. if you still feel this way in the morning then you can jump that hurdle when you come to it. if you dont want to sleep yet, just put on some music. your favourite song. put it on quietly and think about nothing but the song lyrics/ replay it. again and again until you are ready to sleep
Ok I have 3 hours too. Is there anything you want to say to a stranger in Oklahoma who cares about you?
I just want to die I can’t live like this anymore
What is your favorite song? Movie? Place?
The Morton bay fig tree I plan to die in
do you think itd be ok to know your real name? just a first name if thats all your comfortable with.
How is like this? For me?.abortion…drugs, rape, stripping, prostitution, abuse, alcoholism….Tell me what is killing you inside? I do know pain and I don’t judge ever. What is happening to you?
kELLI
I’m Thomas.
I’m bipolar that is killing me
i think its quite obvious but im charlotte
Molly I have a daughter who is suffering from severe mental pain because of rape, drugs, etc after my divorce. She lives in Colorado with her boyfriend and I do what I can for her but when I talk to you I feel the pain like I see and feel in her. Please reply Molly
how long have you been bipolar?
are you taking medication for it?
so am I, cant even manage a computer very well, sorry guys..
22 years
Medication doesn’t work but morphine will
so the fig tree is your favorite place? why is it special to you?
Sandy
you think about what your last thought are gonna be Sandy?
The tree is huge it has my name carved into it now I can carve my final day
I don’t think I will have any last thoughts the morphine will see to that hopefully I will be peaceful
make sure you dont throw up. it could foil the whole thing. can you see the stars out where you are?
I’m still at home I leave in 1 1/2 hours
I’ve taken anti puke pills I’m not stupid I plan to load slowly
Molly, I haven’t found anything but Cymbalta to level me out but it worked when I was on it. Im not giving up yet….I know you feel there is no other way. there is. youre too young Molly. My daughters name is Katie. Do you have any family Molly?
Yes
im at home too. im in houston, usa and ive always wanted to die outside too. preferably near a lake or at the beach. is anyone gonna find you at this fig tree after the fact?
sorry just realized your name was Sandy
Will they miss you?
As I said I’m numb I can’t think outside of what I’m going to do
It will take a while but I know they will be out looking as I’m going to disappear in the night it won’t be till tomorrow at least hopefully
thats pretty smart of you. youve obviously thought a bit about this. you believe in an afterlife?
I don’t believe in anything death is final to me
what are you doing now. Im still awake.
I’m sitting in the dark saying goodbye to my dogs
Sandy, my laptops about to run out of battery and i cant charge it. i wish you the best in your endeavors. at 11 o’ clock (6am where i am) i’ll assume youve made good on your promise. my heart goes out to you. if i find you on here again, you’ll make my heart leap a bit and i shall be elated. Godspeed Sandy. I’ll say a prayer for you (buddhist). im sorry that this life has caused so much struggle for you.
Not even the love I feel for them can change my mind
Thanks thomas
Well think about this Sandy, someone in Edmond Oklahoma named Kelli Green is falling apart because she doesn’t want you to die and she will live with this pain forever wondering what she could have done for you.
Sorry
you’re welcome.
I’m not playing around Thomas sorry I know what I want to do too late to turn back now
:L thats quite cruel. Guilting her is not the answer. Oh and hello molly good to see an SP veteran alive and kicking even if you are on your way out.
i respect that. the opinions and words of a stranger half-way across the world are a weak excuse anyways.
I love you and you had a lot of life to give….I hope you change your mind…please let me know. death is not courageous…its the easy way out.
I’m going now thanks for helping me pass the time I have emails and a journal to wipe I want my thoughts to stay private no note I don’t think anyone will have trouble with the why question specially in view of my depression as of late…
Fuck You
Fuck you……hope you take some morphine mother fucker.
“it’s the easy way out”
I think this calls for a “no-shit-sherlock.”
Isn’t that the whole point? We try and try, fight and fight, endure and persist and fail, over and over, again and again, and are met with nothing but more suffering.
CHOOSING to die, is indeed courageous. The ability to shed all attachment to all that is known and experienced in this life, in exchange only for facing the nothing… to boldly go whence no one hath returned… that’s balls (even if you’re female).
Staying confined in a terrible life, afraid to die, unable to live, trapped in this perpetual black second… that’s cowardice.
For someone who values what life could be, choosing death is freaking Heroic. It means the suffering is great enough to trade not just your most valuable aspect… but everything you’ve ever known… and any chance to recover… because too much is wrong, and not enough can be corrected.
For someone who thinks life is worthless, they’re simply discarding what has little or no value. It’s not heroic or courageous to put trash in a trashcan… though it’s better than simply leaving it where it lands.
I’m conflicted about this, because i fully support the natural right of any human to choose death based on valid reasoning… but i’m not saying that i think anyone should kill themselves. I think if they really want to, and really don’t have any way to make better the things they can’t handle… then it’s their choice, not anyone else. If all those people who supposedly loved us, actually did, maybe we wouldn’t have reached such an unbearable state of existence, where “people love you” doesn’t even come close to making anything tolerable. In fact, it’s just one more thing to feel guilty about… and guilt is exactly the kind of thing that makes suicidal people want to go ahead and check out.
Guilt, shame, blame, accusations of unappreciativeness and cowardice…
I just… i can’t see how any of that is supposed to convince anyone to live. It’s more likely to push an unstable person over the edge.
Oh that was for rain clouds and At the End. Yeah Im the stranger around the world who wanted to see a beautiful girl have a life . Death is nothing but emptiness, how do you think her family will feel….you act like its all divine and beautiful…..you encourage it….youre fucking sick. Have a great ride …..what the fuck???>?Give me your address Ill send you the fucking morphine mother fucker
Saying have a great ride doesn’t push them. How about them knowing some person on the other side of the world doesn’t want them to go. God put her here for a reason. Her mother gave birth to her for a reason….she needs to know someone cares. I know I tried it twice …..and failed god knows how. people want to die when they don’t think theyre worth anything useful to anyone in the world. I was trying to tell her I care. Its not easy for me to fight it but I am because I have kids. Her family will be devastated. Have you ever buried a child? how the fuck do you know how that feels? mother fucking bastard of a man…..hava a great time on the other side…oh how cool. shut the fuck up. yeah its her choice but sometimes in moments of weakness we make bad permanent decisions …I was always lonely when I tried. if I knew someone cared it might have made a difference. I don’t care what anyone thinks of me. I care about her. I wanted her to survive a little longer till she could maybe get better.
my last post was for clevershithead.
<.< calm down. We are entitled to our opinions. I wasn't encouraging anyone. Please don't act high and mighty. Molly has been here for a while and has suffered a lot. She could use help not just bs about "you're perfect and beautiful". I never said it was divine or beautiful? Death is viewed differently by everyone.
If anything you're acting like a troll telling other suicidal people that you'll send us morphine. Please don't attack others on here. Its quite hypocritical to be trying to save molly while telling others you'll give em the morphine. Suicide is something that hurts our loved ones but that frees us from pain. It is what many describe as a permanent solution for problems that can be considered tenporary inthe grand scheme of things.
Don't start fights. Don't hate. Don't act this wat on Mollys post. Moly doesnt deserve this on her post. Help her but don't make her post a battleground.
Also if my information is correct moly is not a teen. That doesnt matter though.
Wow, just cause you couldn’t talk someone out of what they had planed you call them a coward? If you want to play hero I suggest you go elsewhere. You have some fuckin nerve lady, degrading someone like that for their personal decision.
cmon what ya got now? give me more words of infinite wisdom……..
Sorry for the fighting molly. You have always been an interesting soul. I remember the long conversations i would see with you and dawg and i think spartan o.o and even blakswan i wonder where they all are now….hopefully doing a lot better in life (:
@clevername
“CHOOSING to die, is indeed courageous. ” you said.
With suicide you choose to kill a human. So killing people is OK and courageous, just because yuo think you are doing the right thing? Killing anyone is WRONG, even if that is yourself. The only problem is, noone can stop you from doing that. But it is still wrong!
When you encourage people to kill, YOU are a murderer.
@samanthajo-
I think you misunderstand.
Sometimes eternal emptiness is truly better than the agony which fills us.
It is not for us to decide whether what her family will feel, is relevant. That’s on her. This is one aspect that many people don’t seem to “get.” Once you’re “at that point,” such things are trivial. Why? Well, because death is nothing but emptiness. It’s upsetting to think about how the families and friends might feel… and while you can’t make them not sad/angry/hurt/etc., there is indeed a way to make yourself not able to perceive their disturbance. If you can’t change what’s wrong, you can instead try to make it not matter. I’m pretty sure once we’re dead, whatever anyone else feels does not matter, because we are not aware of any of it. Of course she “cares” how her close ones will feel… but once she’s gone, she won’t. That’s part of the whole point. Caring is hard. Once we’re gone, we don’t have to care, or feel, or think, or experience anything at all, anymore.
There is a type of beauty in the profundity of knowingly trading one’s only chance to experience existence, in order to face the nothing. It’s far from the most beautiful thing, and not anything i would describe as “divine.”
And, well, if someone has already decided to check out… you might as well wish them the best possible experience that such an event can be. Death comes in many forms, both expected and not… at the worst times, too soon… but there is something to be said for knowing when to say “when,” and making a decision, rather than being involuntarily subjected to it, or victimized by a life of inevitable suffering, only to reach a just as inevitable demise.
Death comes for us all… no matter how beautiful or ugly our lives may be. Some people are just done, and are just ready to go. It’s not really such a happy thing… but we can at least try to see things differently; change ourselves, since we can’t change other things. We can decide to see that perhaps a person needs to be done, and has the right to go… but that doesn’t mean we don’t acknowledge the weight of such things, nor does it mean we expect friends or family not to be sad.
In fact, one of the saddest parts is that it’s unreasonable to expect ANYONE else to ever understand… because you have to have walked my miles in my shoes, and worn my skin, and seen through my eyes, to understand the things that words just cannot convey to you. So, i, and others, must accept that people will hurt and cry and be angry, and will not understand.
Still… you’re allowed to think or feel whatever. You’re human, and humans have feelings, even bad ones, and you’re not obligated to support anyone’s choices… except perhaps your own.
I just felt moved and somewhat compelled to contribute here. It’s far from a complete perspective, but… there it is.
You said it all and for that I THANKYOU this really is my last post thanks for your wisdom
Im not calling her a coward and no its not the easy way out and no Im not trying to be a fucking hero. just a mother who doesn’t want a young girl to die. Im not degrading her. I was trying to say she was a beautiful young person who still had a lot to give. My daughter is sick and in the same mindset so don’t act like I don’t know what the fuck im talking about. to me this is personal…..I cant say hey u want todie, best wishes. Yeah I have some fuccking nerve. It was her decision but I would hope someone would help my 22 yr old daughter from killing herself if I wasn’t there and didn’t know. That’s the difference between a person who has given life with her body and a mother fucking man. Youre so stupid you don’t even understand.
I cant belileve what just happened here….. 🙁
@smusmu-
stfu. Seriously.
Suicide and Murder are two entirely different concepts.
Forcing people to suffer is what’s wrong. Choosing to end your own life, the only one for which each of us are responsible, is not wrong. At least, no more than the rest of the fucked up shit in this fucked up world we live in.
@samanthaho-
God? LOL. Is that your “position?” Is that your grand-reasoning-basis? If so, come back when you have something real.
How “genuine” can the “caring” from a “random stranger on the other side of the world” really be? Do you fancy yourself a deity, perhaps?
I can tell you straight up: she needs way more than “to know someone cares.” She probably already knows that. She probably has seen the… insufficient results of that so-called “caring.” The actions of others who only claim to care, have proven to her that whatever “caring” means, doesn’t seem to matter much. It’s one more thing people say should help, but doesn’t. Can’t you see how your entire approach to perceiving the world, is contributing to the very problems you pretend to try to solve?
People like you need to realize you’re doing the world a disservice by raising kids to believe in god. You’re ruining their minds and wasting their time, filling their eyes with lies and setting them up for a huge fall, with which you won’t be able to help them. They will feel betrayed, and they will think you’re stupid… or crazy… or evil. Speaking of burying a child; do you have any idea how heartbreaking it is, to watch a parent retreat into their own mind, seeking the comfort and solace of false constructs, and become unable to cope with “the reality of reality?”
I know this will come off as fairly harsh, but… i’m honestly conflicted here. I’m partly pissed off and offended, but on the other hand, i did just say you’re allowed to be human and feel stuff, and probably think inexplicable things, and let your emotions and misguided idealism lead you down wrong paths…
But, in my eyes, your words only reveal how little you seem to know of what you “speak.”
I’ve already spent far more time and energy than i should, here. I said it myself: people can’t and won’t understand. Not much i can do about that, except try not to care, so it won’t bother me as much.
Clevernane ;o; my hero
Yes actually I do know what its like to bury a child. Her name was Lindsay and she was 7. I want to see her now but I cant because I have other children. So don’t talk to me about pain and looking at your child in a casket like I don’t know. No im not a deity or crazy person or hero just a mother who aches for her child ……and don’t like to see life taken away….im done.
@cleverman:
Eeeeeeeh…. Pointless… Like every other effort here on this site. No matter what I say (nice or harsh) it has zero impact When people are SO convinced in their own believes it is impossible to change their perspective.
This is what upsets me – you are so much like me, but the other way around. NOTHING can make me loose my passion for life (and almost everything has allready happened) and for you guys, nothing can make you love life again.
Sad.
I wish it wouldnt have to be this way.
I still have hope for Sandy, hope that she didnt do it.
@smusmu-
It’s not that i don’t love life itself… it’s just that mine is ruined. I cannot enjoy *My* life… and living vicariously through others, is not enough for me.
I almost tried to argue that i hadn’t lost my passion for life… but i actually have. I want to live, but it’s just not going to happen. There is no help for someone like me. I could say “trust me, i know,” but saying “trust me” doesn’t really mean much to anyone else.
I’ve tried, many times, to convey the fact that i assign the highest possible value to life itself… and that my time here is so often wasted or stolen by completely arbitrary bullshit, false constructs, needless obstacles… and the lost time is already past, and the damage is already done.
It’s not “belief” for me. It’s lacking belief. I base everything on what can be observed, because it doesn’t make sense to base anything on something that cannot be seen nor located, or even defined. The only thing that can be based on such profound uncertainty, is Chaos. The uncertainty principle. You can’t ever know that things will work out as you expect. In fact, you should always expect to encounter and unpredictable factor or circumstance or… whatever. You can’t completely calculate everything, because without knowing everything you can’t have the whole equation. You can, however, develop “heuristics,” which facilitate an efficient way of prediction, so that the least amount of energy and time are wasted on things that cannot possibly succeed.
Shit i’m rambling.
The only way anyone can say i’m “so convinced my own beliefs,” is if you shift the burden of proof from those making claims, to those demanding evidence to support those claims, before “believing.” I don’t believe. Belief is a bad thing. It leads people into problems, every single time… unless your heuristics are impeccable, and cause you to only believe what is predictably true. But then, those “beliefs” won’t really be “beliefs.” They’ll be highly-probable predictions, which only don’t work out when a significant factor of the calculation is unaccounted for.
I hate that this world is so fucked up that people feel like there is no other way than death, to eliminate enough (or all) of their own suffering, at such an enormous cost.
If we want to stop suffering needlessly, it costs the ultimate price. Otherwise, we need something to believe is worth suffering so much for.
@clevername
Are you saying that you’re depressed and lack the will to “live†because you can’t live with the knowing that the only certainty is uncertainty?
In 1961, Jung was asked by a BBC commentator if he believed in God. Jung replied, “I do not believe. I know!”
“Religious experience is absolute, it cannot be disputed. You can only say that you have never had such an experience, whereupon your opponent will reply: ‘Sorry, I have.’ And there your discussion will come to an end.”
The religious experience is personal, subjective, an experience of the numinous, wonder, that sense that which is greater than us, and perhaps being a part of ‘itâ€, connected, the experience of belonging.
The image of the man standing on the mountain top after a long climb watching the sun rise and experiencing that some – “thingâ€, oneness, and the experience informing his life. That is a religious experience
It is important to remember that the word religion is defined in many, many ways and in my opinion leaving the word unhelpful if not meaningless.
The statement is not about religious theology, dogma, apologetics, or religion organisation but the “religious experienceâ€, religious as in spiritual inward, personal experience, the experience and respect for that which is greater then ourselves and bonds all together. (A religion organisation that does not bring all together including the believer and unbeliever cannot be properly called a religion)
Jung’s statement also points out the difficult in using such words as belief, religion, experience….
If I am certain in what I believe, certain in the experience, it is not something that I believe but something I know. I do not believe then I know.
The only certainty in life is death, the space in between uncertain. (It is the space between notes that creates music, not the notes.)
Life is paradox, to live well I must act with certainty on what I know while knowing I cannot be certain.
I’ve been following your posts and from the outside looking in it appears you’re tying yourself in knots with the idea of belief, or disappointment that in the end belief can only be subjective.
You “base everything on what can be observed†a demand that only the objective is real yet you appear to struggle because it seems your experience of self does not conform to the objective experience.
The objective world you experience does not match up with your subjective desires and expectations of how you imagine the world and your life ought to be, and maybe where thought it should be. You project this pain and disappointment onto to “believers†or idea of belief, leaving me to wonder if what you really want is to believe?
Denying subjective experience sets it in conflict with the objective and you will never find peace.
I’m still here I tang my shrink I expect I will go to hospital:-( sorry for upsetting everyone I had every expactuctation of carrying through my plan,my husband caregiver took one look at me and it all came tumbling out I’ve been awake all night I expect I will pay for this with a period in lockup again I’m sorry for any upset I’ve called you guys but I’m no fraud I may still carry out my plan I’m sick and I know this I’m still crying and very depressed I still want to die
My husband odd a high needs quadraplegic and I’m not coping with all the sleepless nights and stress I need time out or I will kill myself he’d be better off without me
I looked over the arguement and its made me feel worse
More reason to die I feel despondent they took all my pills away they’re not as stupid as I thought once again sorry for any distress my shit life has caused anyone I will face the shrink this morning and I won’t lie I’m very afraid
I feel like death would be a good option for me don’t know how or when but I don’t have the gear now I’m back at square one
I emailed you when I saw this post. I don’t come on here that often anymore.
I’m in the shit now I sent my shrink my plan and how depressed I am I’m probably going to end up in hospital
Molly – as I recall, you moods shift widely … please talk to your therapist and see if a new medication is in order … hang in there kid 🙂
understanding dawg
Hi dawg I’m very sick I don’t think I can live my life with anymore of this shit I really feel suisidal I can’t stop crying I could always drive my car into a wall with no seatbelt
I know – I know … but you know this will pass … you just need to hang on and try and do your best to think rationally and find solutions to the things stressing you … crashing a car will likely fail and leave you in a worse predicament … you know this to be true.
I know it’s hurting you – but hang in there and stick it out.
rally dawg
On the whole you have had it under control recently. Experience tells you that you have always recovered from a bad spell which means you are almost certain to do so again.
I don’t think so I still want to die someone put me out of my misery
I think you should call your doctor
I sent him a text at 11.30 pm last night I expect he will ring and I’m frightened I’m a coward
It’s only 6.40 am here
I’m going to go upstairs now and wait till shrink rings
Face the music I’m terrified of hospitals
You’ll be ok. Don’t worry about the hospital; it won’t be for very long.
I’ve been badly mistreated by hospitals I’m genuinely frightened
Molly – take a deep breath and focus – hospital is just another room with a different set of tasks – the more you can try to collect yourself and appear reasonable and thoughtful, the less likely the need for hospital – but it’s just another room
zen dawg
I’m sorry but I’m still here
Over 500 views. If only HHM was still around, we’d have something to compete with. It’s no fun anymore.
The death of the HHM thread was devastatingly painful … ther’s been none better since
mournful dawg
u.u reminiscing about the old days? I feel ya. I really do wonder about blackswan >.< and others….
At the end how’s it I’m still here?
I do not know molly. Sorry im not helpful
Chatting has been helpful thanks
Me to I wonder about the others
I have to care for my husband now thanks for being there for me
@Molly-
I’m glad you waited a bit. I had checked some of your previous posts and have seen that you’ve had some ‘ups,’ and not just perpetual ‘downs.’ The low-swings are worse when compared (as they naturally are) to the high points. Maybe meds can help… but you need to find the right doctor and let him/her do their job, by making sure they know your symptoms, and when they occur, and what triggers them.
@left22-
No, i’m not saying “because i can’t live with knowing that only uncertainty is certain.”
For me, my will-to-live is most deeply impacted by my ability to accurately predict many relevant factors and aspects of my future… and that i see that i will not be happy or peaceful, unless you count detachment and emptiness as “peaceful.” Sometimes it is. Sometimes not.
I think Jung possibly misused the term “religious experience.” I know what he obviously meant, because i have had those types of experiences, wherein i felt a profound sense of “oneness” and “connection” to my world, and felt like it all made perfect sense… despite the inherent uncertainty.
But that doesn’t mean there is a “God.” And just because i occasionally feel “connectedness,” doesn’t mean i am, and doesn’t mean there is anything “more” or “supernatural” happening.
I think those “religious experiences” are more about the spontaneous correlation of all the mind’s contents, to suddenly “make sense of it all,” in an often terrifyingly beautiful grasping of “meaning.”
I also spend a lot of time thinking about how people use words so… recklessly. Using words to mean something other than those words mean, expecting others to both understand and agree… it murks up the already obfuscant translation barrier, and makes true communication virtually impossible.
“Religion” just means something you do regularly, and feel strongly about.
Also, what can be “known?” How is knowledge “knowable?” Is it possible to “know” something as true, that can only be false? I think so. But just because someone is able to perceive something false as “true,” that doesn’t make it true. It just makes them wrong.
The only real reason that any words are difficult to use, is that too many people don’t care to put forth the effort to learn to communicate accurately, and so it’s almost like they’re literally speaking gibberish, despite their usage of familiar words.
Belief and Knowing are mutually exclusive. They are incompatible concepts. “Belief” in what is truly Known, is superfluous and irrelevant. “Belief” is all about Uncertainty… Not Knowing… but thinking-so anyway.
I appreciate your statement about the space between notes, but it’s just the opposite extreme of the idea it attempts to counter, and is equally wrong. It is both the notes, AND the spacing, which makes music; not just one or the other.
It’s not that i’m tying myself in knots, but rather that i am surrounded by an imposed theological atmosphere, with which i am constantly at odds, because i see the failing of reasoning contained therein, as well as (and much worse) perpetuated by indoctrination of more and more youth… which makes unreasonable people who expect too much and don’t value this life nearly enough to be capable of making better decisions for not just themselves, but for everyone else too.
Teaching people to believe… to have faith… to be certain of something that is not only uncertain, but is completely unsupported by any evidence whatsoever… is just a bad thing to do, no matter which angle i try to see it from. The only “good” that can come of it, is that sometimes, people need “something to believe,” or they will give up when too many things go wrong. Is it right to teach people to believe something false, just so they’ll keep going once all hope is lost? So they’ll think there is a “reason” to continue in pursuit of an utterly unattainable goal? To essentially “trick” them into the behavior you prefer, rather than allowing them to make their own choice about whether “enough is enough?” I don’t agree with that practice. It is rampant. This greatly disturbs me.
It’s not that i deny the subjective, but that i realize, and so should everyone else, that the subjective does not make reality. Despite the strings connecting things and the natural oneness, there is still a line, a very obvious line, between the individual and the rest of the world.
You’re partially right in wondering whether i really want to believe.
I want to believe something that is obviously not true, and has zero basis in reality. I can’t believe something that isn’t true, without reason, or without deception.
I’m not necessarily “projecting pain and disappointment,” but rather am rightfully assigning blame and accountability to those persons, groups, systems, who perpetuate the teaching of expectations which cannot be met, since their claims are, at best, entirely unsupported, and at worse, entirely false.
So, since there is no “God,” aside from the idea thereof, i “believe” (read: know) that we should base our approach to understanding this world and shaping it into the best possible thing, upon the objectively reasonable fact that there is no valid, legitimate reason, to believe that there is anything more to experience, beyond the lives we currently have.
I know i will never find peace… unless i accept the unacceptable, or learn to change myself in ways that contradict who i am, allowing me not to care about any of the stuff i can’t change, both about myself, and about this world.
I have to say… today, i awoke in a state of mind, body, being, that leaves no room for me to continue this life.
The only reason i am still here, is that there are still things i want to do, that are actually possible. I am allowing my suffering to continue, hopelessly, because i have to be alive to do any of those things. I do not believe any of those things will resolve my suffering or make me “happy,” but i still want to do them. I have no choice but to continue paying an astronomically high price, for such negligible returns… it’s completely inefficient and unfair.
I see no way to make “it” what i want it to be… or be happy, or succeed, or stop suffering.
I cannot live a life that is worth my own pain. I am unwilling to live the way i don’t find worth my own suffering.
Or maybe it’s not a question of Will, but rather, a question of Capability. Maybe i have the Will, but am simply unable, due to my own particular set of circumstances, which i do indeed experience both subjectively, and objectively.
I do realize there is a difference between “just me feeling stuff,” and “the way things really are.” Those things are not mutually exclusive, and while not necessarily compatible, can actually coexist.
I just don’t see that there is any “help” available for someone like me, whose “depression,” is entirely reality-based and event-driven. I’m never “inexplicably distraught.” There is always a reason… and it is almost always something i cannot change… whether it’s because i simply lack ability, or am disallowed from doing so, externally, by choices others make.
@clevername
Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I find them very helpful as I struggle with coming to terms with many of the same issues.
I liked Jung’s quote as it respects the experience of another without the demand that it be explained or verified which too often ends up distorting it. There is of course a difference if I demand that you acknowledge and have my experience or if others demand that I do not have it.
Similarly to the frustration many people on this site have expressed when others, maybe trying to help or out of fear, deny the depressed their experience.
“You can only say that you have never had such an experience, whereupon your opponent will reply: ‘Sorry, I have.’ And there your discussion will come to an end.â€
There are nine different specific definitions for the word Religion. Which is one of the reasons it makes dialog about the subject so difficult as people tend to assume their talking about the same thing when they are not.
The word God has also become a difficult word as many people have a pavlovian response to it, demanding it be only an objective experience.
And the word Faith…. How many people expresses there faith buy attempting to prove it and would forces that experience on others. You can only laugh cry.
Faith is a belief in an experience that is not expected or has to be proved.
“And there your discussion will come to an end.â€
In the past I had searched for and expected the world to adhere to my objective expectations. For years I have searched for this thing call meaning… and in finding it understand why.
If I had the answerer everything would make sense and even if it meant the impact of my life would minuscule or near pointless at least knowing why, I might find peace in that
In the Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy, the answer to the meaning of life is 42 but the equation that represents the question is 6 x 9 = 54.
The conclusion to the answer of 42 is that something is fundamentally wrong with the universe, and we laugh.
But I wonder at the hubris of that conclusion, that it’s not the universe that is fundamentally wrong but our ability to do math that’s fucked up. That 6×9 = 42. It is not the equation or answer that is wrong but our ability to do math, and our expectation that the answerer be something else.
Today I have found some peace is accepting the subjective world as being more “real†or maybe I should say important the objective one. In the end how I feel about an experience is more important to understanding and knowing the objective facts of it. That is not to say that, I deny the objective facts and stop working to a line the subjective experience with the objective, only that in our limitations of knowing and respecting that a leap always required and the experience of that leap will always be personal and thus subjective.
Still like you I struggle with the problem of detachment. The better I am at identifying the illusion between the subjective and objective experience, the more dethatched I find myself from the experience.
How do we push forward and remain engaged to life when we find ourselves more and more detached from it?
@clevername
I guess what I’m saying is that having come to terms that for reasons I don’t fully understand the probability of me coming suicide is not likely the best I seem to come up with is become comfortable that 6×9=42
@clevername
“I appreciate your statement about the space between notes, but it’s just the opposite extreme of the idea it attempts to counter, and is equally wrong. It is both the notes, AND the spacing, which makes music; not just one or the other.â€
It’s true both the space and the notes are required to make music. To focus only on the notes is noise, the space an empty silent void.
But here is the difference. The notes are all around us that happen and exist with or without participation, mathematical certainties, vibrations and harmonics. Life happens, notes happen.
To make music out of them, to create rhythms, requires ability, our skill to create space, to breathe space between the noise that life can become. (Is is no coincidence that most spiritual practices (the practice of connecting) start with the teaching of how to breathe.)
There are times we participate and other times we do no. regardless the notes ring out, as evidenced from the posts on this site, too often in a cacophony of discordant noise.
If there is purpose in life or meaning, I do not know. But a master musician who can breathe space between the babble of life and create rhythm and song, that seems like a worthwhile endeavor in its own right, for no other reason, purpose of meaning than it self.
@clevername
“But that doesn’t mean there is a “God.†And just because i occasionally feel “connectedness,†doesn’t mean i am, and doesn’t mean there is anything “more†or “supernatural†happening.â€
The religious experience does not “mean†there is a God, only that one had an experience in which one felt connected to something more than themselves. Here the word Religion is defined as “that which binds†or that which connects, and does not refer to theology, dogma, organization, commandments, etc… (People may be inspired to create theology, dogma and organization as a result of their religious experience in order to replicate and or even control it)
The religious experience may be as meaningful to the person that has it as it can be for them. The thing that too many people forget is that God is not a concept or experience to be proved, but something to have.
The moment a person says God is this or that, and or that they can prove God they kill God.
The posts of people on this site crying out against the belief in God tend to follow the following pattern.
The idea of God exists
There is evil in the world
Therefore God is not Good
Therefore God does not exist
Therefore there is no meaning to life
Therefore life sucks
Followed by a subconscious rant about their disappointment and anger that God does not exist.
Imagine the pointlessness if at root of an atheist’s depression is an anger that God does not exist.
@clevername
To be clear I am not a theist, atheist or agnostic. Like you I have had the experience of connection and participation with that “some thing†greater them myself, even experiences of synchronicity….
These experiences I feel are better left as personal and private.
The best advice regarding such experiences comes I think from Mary.
“But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart†– significant and over looked fact that this is the end of her recorded thoughts on the matter.
Too late I think I discovered that much of my depression has been due to my failure of connecting to a community who professed the experience of connection with that something greater… talk, the rules, the expectations, organization itself diminished and confused my own experience.
I have grown to find peace in the irony of paradox and have even comfort in uncertainty,… still most perplexing to me with regards to religious institutions is that the religion experience profess and encouraged are the very things that any organization cannot accept or allow. A paradox and irony to which one can only cry and laugh….
It is not the notes of life I struggle with as much now, but the space, as the space to often become too long and too long… disconnected from the notes.
How to create music when only silence beckons?