Here is what I want to be able to do. I want to be able to contact all the people who committed suicide and have them tell me what their last moments were like and what it was like when they died and if they’re happy where they are. That’s the discussion I want to have. With the fallen.
I know ^ and I wish that were possible. I know a boy who succeeded years ago. I think about him all the time. I wish I would have known what he was planning we could have done it together. But his (death) was so awful. He had to have been screaming at the end if he was still conscience. I just want to know if he is still alive somewhere and if all the pain he went through in dying was worth it. Unfortunately dead people have a way of being awfully quiet and secretive.
There was a man featured in the S.F. Chronicle years ago. He had been suffering depression for a substantial period, when the solution came to him of jumping from the G.G. Bridge. Once he had made the decision to go through with it, he was elated. He set off in his car and paid a bridge toll for himself and the car behind him as well. Ecstatic, he parked halfway across, went to the rail, and began to vault over.
At the moment that he was still holding on, but his legs were over the rail, he had this revelation: killing himself was a mistake.
As luck would have it, he survived with a fractured leg and soft tissue injuries, but also with a new perspective on life and living.
I`d like to have that conversation as well, but I would consider it a conversation with the courageous, the successful, the ones who finally have peace. Sorry, no offence intended but I don`t consider them fallen, that denotes failure and to me they acomplshed their goal.
G.W.
freaky timing, my brother and dad went to see that same exact guy speak TONIGHT. they just got back. said it was amazing. some lady spotted him after he had somehow gotten to the surface after plunging like 80 ft., and a magical sea lion buoyed him til he got help. no seirously he rode a sea lion. now he gives speeches and shit. apparently when he was on his way down he realized this wasn’t what he wanted and asked god to let him live and shit..but the thing is he wasn’t sure. some of us are sure.
Why is there not a magic pill to just END this game NOW.
why does it have to be so hard?
even to DIE it has to be hard.
i dont get it.
and then you hear about all these lovely people who loved life..and loved family..and did great things..die suddenly in some horrific car crash.
and i always wonder…why is that not me?
i have nothing to live for.
why them?
i want out.
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what is that?
I mean…if people want to have a more serious discussion about suicide than what’s allowed on this site
tell me whats that?
^
It’s a secret
Here is what I want to be able to do. I want to be able to contact all the people who committed suicide and have them tell me what their last moments were like and what it was like when they died and if they’re happy where they are. That’s the discussion I want to have. With the fallen.
I know ^ and I wish that were possible. I know a boy who succeeded years ago. I think about him all the time. I wish I would have known what he was planning we could have done it together. But his (death) was so awful. He had to have been screaming at the end if he was still conscience. I just want to know if he is still alive somewhere and if all the pain he went through in dying was worth it. Unfortunately dead people have a way of being awfully quiet and secretive.
There was a man featured in the S.F. Chronicle years ago. He had been suffering depression for a substantial period, when the solution came to him of jumping from the G.G. Bridge. Once he had made the decision to go through with it, he was elated. He set off in his car and paid a bridge toll for himself and the car behind him as well. Ecstatic, he parked halfway across, went to the rail, and began to vault over.
At the moment that he was still holding on, but his legs were over the rail, he had this revelation: killing himself was a mistake.
As luck would have it, he survived with a fractured leg and soft tissue injuries, but also with a new perspective on life and living.
G.W.
I`d like to have that conversation as well, but I would consider it a conversation with the courageous, the successful, the ones who finally have peace. Sorry, no offence intended but I don`t consider them fallen, that denotes failure and to me they acomplshed their goal.
G.W.
freaky timing, my brother and dad went to see that same exact guy speak TONIGHT. they just got back. said it was amazing. some lady spotted him after he had somehow gotten to the surface after plunging like 80 ft., and a magical sea lion buoyed him til he got help. no seirously he rode a sea lion. now he gives speeches and shit. apparently when he was on his way down he realized this wasn’t what he wanted and asked god to let him live and shit..but the thing is he wasn’t sure. some of us are sure.
^ a SEALION? haha.
When I make my great escape there can’t be any magic sealions getting in the way.
Why is there not a magic pill to just END this game NOW.
why does it have to be so hard?
even to DIE it has to be hard.
i dont get it.
and then you hear about all these lovely people who loved life..and loved family..and did great things..die suddenly in some horrific car crash.
and i always wonder…why is that not me?
i have nothing to live for.
why them?
i want out.