Life is death my loves and as soon as you embrace that, you’ll know that your freedom is in death. The will to live and the will to die are both in the same. Choosing to die is the bravest thing one has ever chosen. No need to fit in the masses or walk with the herd. Knowing that you only exist because you want to and you can be gone when you want to is true liberation and beauty. Those who try to stop you are seeking validation and a divine purpose. Your death is a choice, your life is a choice. Don’t be fooled to think that dying is wrong when you feel it’s right. Life and death are both overrated, an inevitable fight. You can lose now or later. However, the choice will always be yours. Death is painful they say but so is life. You are here because you choose to be, don’t feel bad for quitting such a shitty existence. Work, eat, and die. All so glamorous!
share your suicide story
Report Post
Please log in to report posts
5 comments
Hmm… yes I can’t help but agree with much of what you said. Death is true beauty and freedom. And we do have a choice of escaping this miserable life
Hmm…I wonder if you can choose life and you can choose death; can you also choose a life with no fight and with beauty and freedom? How does anyone know that death is freedom. Ya, I’ve seen youtube videos on near death experiences, but I don’t have first hand knowledge that death will be freedom for me. It’s just a hunch…a speculation. “Well, THIS sucks, so THAT must be better!” In other words, I don’t know shit about anything!
Randall, good point. It’s all theories and speculation. We don’t actually KNOW if it will be better but I use my logic, reason, instinct and spiritual faith to come to that conclusion. And when dying time comes, that faith will be enough to do the final act.
I suppose so. have to put my trust in something and logic, reason, instinct and faith is all we have.
It’s what society teaches you to do. You are here for a reason, according to most people. There’s no way to know for certain what that reason is. There is no way to know what happens if you keep living or kill yourself right or die by accident or murder or natural causes.
After months of therapy, individual and group, and even trying medications (a big deal for me, I don’t even like to take aspirin), the short of it is that I can’t think of a single reason to go on. There are things I can do to feel better for a couple of hours, but at the end of each day, there is nothing to keep me here but pure survival instinct. Group therapy taught me I’m not alone, but having had a very miserable mother, it only drains me to know that others suffer too.
My body resists death. Sleeping pills don’t put me to sleep. I thought I’d hang myself, and started practicing, but found it very uncomfortable. I can take a lot of straightforward physical pain, but I can’t take much physical or emotional discomfort.
As for loved ones, I have none.
I do a lot of volunteer work, and people thank me and are really glad to see me. But it does not make me value my life.
Everything is work and everything is draining. The one thing that provided some relief, some fun, for a few months, now feels stale.
Every single day I ask myself what I’m still doing here. I’m an overthinker and if I haven’t found a reason by now, there probably isn’t one. I have no goals, personal or otherwise. I don’t know what a relationship is. It took me about 30 years to learn how to make small talk.
My mind is tired. My body is tired. My soul is tired. My spirit is tired. So, so tired. Life is so much work for me.