Suicide Note
Before reading this, I need you to promise to God that you won’t blame yourselves. It’s not your fault. If you can’t accept this, you may not read any further.
I love you all. And I know that I’m loved. I know you did your best. Thank you for that. But just go on about your daily lives. Please. Take care of your other kids. Take care of your spouses. And, most importantly, take care of yourselves.
I’m just so tired. I don’t know how I even made it this far, honestly. So count that as a blessing. I wrote this note so that I could make everything right before I left. So, hopefully, there isn’t as much of an empty feeling as there would have been.
First of all, I thought that I needed to tell you that I’ve attempted before. Twice. The first time was in middle school. I was in my room at my dad’s house when I tied a rope around my neck. Just as I started to see darkness, I heard someone coming. I didn’t want to end up in the looney bin, so I hurried to take it off. No one knew until years later. The second time, it was last December and I was at my mom’s house. I really felt awful and didn’t feel like I could make it to school. I was made to anyway. I grabbed a knife from my dresser, which had been there since last night from dinner, and slit my wrist with the hope that I would die. The knife was too dull to make me bleed more than a drop, so I put on a jacket and acted like everything was okay.
Everything hasn’t been okay for a very long time. I wish I felt like I could’ve been helped, but no one can help me. I feel alone. I can’t believe that everyone wants to believe I’m well so badly, they neglect my needs all because I’ve acted fine for so many years. Just because I’ve hidden it doesn’t make me fine. This has progressed until I moved to my mom’s house. Then I started talking because I knew she was the only one who would ever believe me instead of just writing it off as a self-diagnosis. By showing my symptoms and not just pretending to be okay, I felt a little better. But then everyone thought I was getting worse just because I wasn’t feigning mental healthiness anymore. I missed school when I needed to. I told people when I didn’t feel okay. And it scared the living crap out of everyone. It seemed sudden to all of you, even though it’s become normal life to me. So, no, trying to force me back into normality and telling me how “fine†I was before wasn’t the best way to go. All it ever did was tear me up inside.
Look, I know you tried. You made a very noble effort. So thank you. But it’s hard to see that light at the end of the tunnel everyone’s been talking about when so much stress has piled up that it blocks your vision. I got dumped by a guy whom I still love very much, I went into a mental hospital, I have an un-curable, lifelong condition, I have to choose between my parents, my best friend is so stressed out that I can’t go to her for help, I don’t have a therapist, I’ll have to be on meds forever, school goes on and increasingly becomes too much for me, and, to top it all off, my family (other than my parents) don’t seem all that supportive. So, yeah, everything piled up all at once and I feel like my hands are tied. Every single one of those things is out of my control.
I love you all and wish you the best. And I know for sure that you all love me. Goodbye.
14 comments
This is a good example why NOT to leave a note
This was closure for me, honestly. I didn’t plan on leaving it. Why do you say that, though?
Well, I’m sure you have an idea who this is going to be the hardest on. Put yourself in their shoes, and read this back to yourself.
I don’t care how many examples you give, how sorry you are or directions on how they should feel….it won’t be received well. And the more you write, the more details….the more they read into it.
People can’t comprehend that they did everything they could, and you loved them…..but you killed yourself. Plus……someone is always left out or not talked about enough. It’s just a tall task to leave a note.
My note would say, “I blame clowns. Go suck an egg, dear reader.”
Lorax, you’re not going anywhere. You enjoy the little quirks of life too much.
Don’t you love assumptions? You may be right, you may not be. But assumptions are absurd and stupid. You never know who’s going to actually do it and who’s not going to do it until it’s done and all the chips are on the table.
Yeah, you’re right.
I just picture you chopping wood…..taking a break to post on SP….
Oh look a cat!
Then your favorite cartoon comes on.
Always busy. 🙂
Your point is, what? I live in a house full of heroin addicts – that’s basically the extent of any support network I might lay claim to. While what you say may be largely relevant, there is a damn good reason I ever even post here.
Fair enough, the addicts put a new spin on my perceived idea of your day….
Hey lorax, there’s a mumps outbreak in Ohio! Put a coat on!
Hi there Lunae, I am so sorry for catching this post today and not yesterday. I sincerely hope that you did not do anything stupid. Unlike me 2 weeks ago. I woke up in ICU 2 days after the committed suicide, i cannot begin to explain the guilt and shame that i felt. specially watching the people that i love cry their hearts out as the doctor told them that i might not make it. It haunts me and i have decided to be a stronger person and i want to help anyone who needs someone to lean on. I hope that you are ok and wish that there was another way to contact you. I just hope that you have changed your mind and heart. We are all here for a reason. Stay strong
No, I haven’t done anything. I started planning last night, but ended up falling asleep. Honestly, I don’t know what else to do. I don’t want to die. I want to be saved. But it feels like no one can save me. So many of my friends(or people whom I thought were my friends) have left because they got tired of my Bipolar Disorder. They told me that they couldn’t deal with the depression anymore. Now I have no one.
Hi there Lunae, I am so sorry for catching this post today and not yesterday. I sincerely hope that you did not do anything stupid. Unlike me 2 weeks ago. I woke up in ICU 2 days after the committed suicide, i cannot begin to explain the guilt and shame that i felt. specially watching the people that i love cry their hearts out as the doctor told them that i might not make it. It haunts me and i have decided to be a stronger person and i want to help anyone who needs someone to lean on. I hope that you are ok and wish that there was another way to contact you. I just hope that you have changed your mind and heart. We are all here for a reason. Stay strong
Give this letter to your parents while your still here. Let them read about your pain and stress. Let them know of your past attempts and how you feel that no one understands and cannot help you. Let them know your struggles.
Let them learn to understand you and help you.
You only need the people who care about you in your life.
Shed the ones who have no interest in you but allow the ones who care and want to help. You do not have to be alone in this and you should never feel ashamed or feel bad about yourself that your in pain and want help.
Talk to your parents please.
You dont want death, you just need to be saved.
They can save you, but you need to take that first step in saving yourself and opening up to them.
This is your time to change.
This is your time to get better.
This is your time to live.
There are people more than willing to help and listen to you on SP, inlcuding me.
Take care.