No one knows what’s on the other side. Anyone that insists they know for sure are just fooling themselves. There are hundreds of theories. From nothingness all the way to paradise and hell. No one really knows.
My opinion is that most likely it will be something that our human brains can’t even comprehend in their current form. So to even obsess over it is pointless, as we probably can’t even understand what is out there waiting for us.
I want to help you but I don’t know how. All I can say is that I hope your wish comes true, whatever it may be.
Hello,
I would like to thank you for your kind words. I may not know who you are, I may be a stranger to you, but with just your messages I feel a lot better. I was really about to finally commit suicide when I posted my posts, but a voice inside my head said I should sleep for a while. In my years of taking therapy my doctor, who is also one of the nicest person on earth, she doesn’t ask me to pay her, she give me free medication from the samples she receives from pharmaceutical companies, like a lot, enough for months, thats when I am so close force myself to sleep.
So I slept, but when I woke up my boyfriend wasn’t beside me because he wasn’t able to visit me today. A crazy part of me is saying, maybe this is a sign, that I can finally die, but the logical part is saying this is just coincidence.
I know what I need, that is just a bit of support, a bit of understanding. That im not asking for attention, I am asking for help. I’m not asking for you to feel bad for me, but help me find a way to get through the pain I am feeling. The overwhelming suffering that is paralyzingly me.
You are the one stranger that made me stop and think. So may not know this, but you are helping me live. Helping me, making me feel that no matter how small, I still have the fight in me.
My physical condition, which is my psoriasis is diabilitating me from seeing more people. My legs are covers with scales, there are akready patches on my arms, and my scalp is shedding skin like there is no tomorrow., and my face are starting to also have scales. I’m pretty much stuck at home, I work as a freelancer.
I know that the signs of alert is load and clear about my current mental condition. I know the signs, and I know that without help I might finally meet my father, who left this world when I was 14.
I don’t know how to end this reply. The wish for the same, for my wishes to come true. Right now I am not wishing for my death, but I do know a voice inside my head is telling me to wish for that.
The one time I was technically “dead” from an overdose it just felt like going to sleep. If I had to guess dying is probably like going to sleep.. except you never wake up! but as worthless_loser pointed out, no one knows for sure, so it’s pointless to obsess about.
I completely agree with you costy. I feel death will be that sleep where you know you’re asleep yet there’s no dreams no thoughts no pictures just nothing. If you’ve ever experienced that sleep that isn’t where you fall asleep and just wake up 8 hours later without dreaming. It’s that sleep that you wake up and you feel like you’ve been gone for a very long time.
I agree with Costy also. Imagine a gruesome experiment: you remove little chunks of your brain every day. Your consciousness stays with the part of the brain that’s still in your body being kept alive by blood flow. At no time does your consciousness transfer itself to one of the discarded chunks because they’re just lumps of dead tissue (lobotomy patients out there, back me up on this?). So it would make sense that when the last bit of your brain is reduced to dead tissue, there is no consciousness at all. Just a black, dreamless sleep. At least that’s what I sincerely hope.
I’ve asked myself that question many times in the last month and, I truly believe that it isn’t anything to fear. We will be going back to where we came from, home.
This earth is not home for me, I’ve never fit in at any stage of my life, but I embrace the hope of returning home very soon, even though I’m scared myself.
Just know that your body is wired to fight for survival and that’s where trepidations likely come from. It takes courage to live, it takes courage to die. Your body is just doing its perfunctory thing when thinking about life comes into play, but it’s so good to reflect on everything and question what the truth is. Truth is found inside each of us, yet we need the support of others like the good people on this website.
“If your vibration is low, you may get to see the dimensions where restless souls stay. By ‘restless souls’ I mean the souls of people who committed suicides and couldn’t forgive themselves for having done that. They’re afraid to be judged by someone, so they stay between this world and higher dimensions.”
I took this from an article about opening your third eye chakra, which is interesting to read up on.
I actually also believe in that, when I am not doubting, that death is nothing but an endless darkness full of nothing, no fear, no pain, no happiness, no tears, no thinking, no existingm just nothing.
I know what it feels like, the unconscious response of your physical body to live. I have commited suicide before, which obviously failed, when I was 16, I’m now 25, and between those years I have done it several times.
There is just always on thing keeping me here, through the years, it differs everytime, but for the past 3 and a half years it’s my boyfriend. I have done writing my note for him, but I am scared, not of death, but losing him, that I will never be able to hear him laugh, see him smile..
I know if I die, this thighs will deminish. Death is death, an endless nothing, but I’m still not there I am still living…
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No one knows what’s on the other side. Anyone that insists they know for sure are just fooling themselves. There are hundreds of theories. From nothingness all the way to paradise and hell. No one really knows.
My opinion is that most likely it will be something that our human brains can’t even comprehend in their current form. So to even obsess over it is pointless, as we probably can’t even understand what is out there waiting for us.
I want to help you but I don’t know how. All I can say is that I hope your wish comes true, whatever it may be.
Hello,
I would like to thank you for your kind words. I may not know who you are, I may be a stranger to you, but with just your messages I feel a lot better. I was really about to finally commit suicide when I posted my posts, but a voice inside my head said I should sleep for a while. In my years of taking therapy my doctor, who is also one of the nicest person on earth, she doesn’t ask me to pay her, she give me free medication from the samples she receives from pharmaceutical companies, like a lot, enough for months, thats when I am so close force myself to sleep.
So I slept, but when I woke up my boyfriend wasn’t beside me because he wasn’t able to visit me today. A crazy part of me is saying, maybe this is a sign, that I can finally die, but the logical part is saying this is just coincidence.
I know what I need, that is just a bit of support, a bit of understanding. That im not asking for attention, I am asking for help. I’m not asking for you to feel bad for me, but help me find a way to get through the pain I am feeling. The overwhelming suffering that is paralyzingly me.
You are the one stranger that made me stop and think. So may not know this, but you are helping me live. Helping me, making me feel that no matter how small, I still have the fight in me.
My physical condition, which is my psoriasis is diabilitating me from seeing more people. My legs are covers with scales, there are akready patches on my arms, and my scalp is shedding skin like there is no tomorrow., and my face are starting to also have scales. I’m pretty much stuck at home, I work as a freelancer.
I know that the signs of alert is load and clear about my current mental condition. I know the signs, and I know that without help I might finally meet my father, who left this world when I was 14.
I don’t know how to end this reply. The wish for the same, for my wishes to come true. Right now I am not wishing for my death, but I do know a voice inside my head is telling me to wish for that.
My sincerest gratitude,
Blagyness
The one time I was technically “dead” from an overdose it just felt like going to sleep. If I had to guess dying is probably like going to sleep.. except you never wake up! but as worthless_loser pointed out, no one knows for sure, so it’s pointless to obsess about.
I think death is a endless dreamless sleep. Think logical, everything happens because of the brain. If the brain is shut down..there is zzzz.
I completely agree with you costy. I feel death will be that sleep where you know you’re asleep yet there’s no dreams no thoughts no pictures just nothing. If you’ve ever experienced that sleep that isn’t where you fall asleep and just wake up 8 hours later without dreaming. It’s that sleep that you wake up and you feel like you’ve been gone for a very long time.
I agree with Costy also. Imagine a gruesome experiment: you remove little chunks of your brain every day. Your consciousness stays with the part of the brain that’s still in your body being kept alive by blood flow. At no time does your consciousness transfer itself to one of the discarded chunks because they’re just lumps of dead tissue (lobotomy patients out there, back me up on this?). So it would make sense that when the last bit of your brain is reduced to dead tissue, there is no consciousness at all. Just a black, dreamless sleep. At least that’s what I sincerely hope.
You would not even realize that you are at sleep. You need to have a counscious working brain to feel that.
I’ve asked myself that question many times in the last month and, I truly believe that it isn’t anything to fear. We will be going back to where we came from, home.
This earth is not home for me, I’ve never fit in at any stage of my life, but I embrace the hope of returning home very soon, even though I’m scared myself.
Just know that your body is wired to fight for survival and that’s where trepidations likely come from. It takes courage to live, it takes courage to die. Your body is just doing its perfunctory thing when thinking about life comes into play, but it’s so good to reflect on everything and question what the truth is. Truth is found inside each of us, yet we need the support of others like the good people on this website.
“If your vibration is low, you may get to see the dimensions where restless souls stay. By ‘restless souls’ I mean the souls of people who committed suicides and couldn’t forgive themselves for having done that. They’re afraid to be judged by someone, so they stay between this world and higher dimensions.”
I took this from an article about opening your third eye chakra, which is interesting to read up on.
This karma shit is the greatest bullshit.
I actually also believe in that, when I am not doubting, that death is nothing but an endless darkness full of nothing, no fear, no pain, no happiness, no tears, no thinking, no existingm just nothing.
I know what it feels like, the unconscious response of your physical body to live. I have commited suicide before, which obviously failed, when I was 16, I’m now 25, and between those years I have done it several times.
There is just always on thing keeping me here, through the years, it differs everytime, but for the past 3 and a half years it’s my boyfriend. I have done writing my note for him, but I am scared, not of death, but losing him, that I will never be able to hear him laugh, see him smile..
I know if I die, this thighs will deminish. Death is death, an endless nothing, but I’m still not there I am still living…
When I get there, I will try to tell you. No guarantees though.