In regards to suicide I will say this. Though life can provide us with the indulgence of our favorite things, with friends and lovers, with the company of people who make our hearts soar, life can also provide us with troubles, thoughts of failure and doubts of our own virtues. My heart is impaled with sadness and sometimes I go through life a ghostly figure nothing to look forward to except the warm embrace of sleep. When a person’s life is infected with the disease of depression and some days are a struggle to live and most nights a struggle to sleep, it is suffering. If I should decide to end my life, I would want my friends and my lover and my family to make a short eulogy on my behalf and there is one sentence I would want to hear. “Now that she is dead, she is in a place where she’s beyond the reach of suffering and has forgotten the painful memories. She has cleansed her soul of impurities.”
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Hi…I don’t know if you’re still here, or how long you’ve been hurting. I don’t know how many times you’ve woken up in the morning and cried because it’s a fresh new day.
I’m not here to bombard you with positive cliches, like “suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem”, etc, because it isn’t always true. I myself have toyed with the idea of suicide for a while.
Of course, it’s ultimately your choice to leave this grey world. I haven’t walked in your shoes (excuse the cliche). I don’t know your misery.
I want to say something profound and touching, but I can’t.
I don’t know who you are, or why exactly the world feels so drained, but I want you to know before you go:
I’m sorry.
This might be a meaningless phrase to a stranger on a different computer, but I said it anyway.