We are all on here for a reason. But since you’re reading this, you haven’t done the deed yet. So what keeps you going? If you have something that gives you hope, whether it be a person, a special moment in your life, a dream, whatever, tell us about it. And if you don’t have something that gives you hope, just read others’ comments. Maybe someone else’s can become your’s too. As for me, this is a little something that has kept me going: https://youtu.be/8tN60yFjO-g
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Mainly my family, without them I would have been long gone. I wouldn’t want my family to be in pain.
I lost all hope years ago
Hope is all shit. Hope never turns into a reality. If you believe in hope you only delude yourself to the enevitable, you will never get what you hope for.
I’ve come so far alone in my life with many great personal achievements but it all means nothing if you got no one to share this life with. Life, hope, love all sux ass!!!
Have a great day Mr Bateman 🙂
Word soul sister!!!
I haven’t yet swallowed a bullet due to my current necessity to be here for my children. My x is an unfit whore, I may have suicidal tendencies but I’m a good providing, loving parent for my boys. Hope, true love between male/female, life in general in my opinion FUKIN BLOWS!!! If I had known this years ago my children would have been loads on her tits!
It is the worst feeling to lose all hope. Even if hope is just an illusion most of the time, it can still keep you going. Once it’s gone, you’re gone, too. Then it’s only a matter of when. Some people last for years, even decades. Some only last a few days or weeks. It depends on the person and their situation. We are all unique and so are our problems.
For me, my life ended the moment it became evident that my family’s abandonment of me was irreversible. When your life is over, what’s the point of still being alive?
To answer your question of what is keeping me here: logistics. It’s much harder than people realize, to take your own life. Once I figure this out, I’m gone.
For those that still have hope, that still have a reason to live: please keep fighting. I wish you all the best.
For those that have lost all hope and have no reason to stay in this world: I wish you nothing but success.
What keeps me here? IVs and meds.
Yep, that’s it.
Last summer I was moments away from disappearing forever. I knew I would be abandoning my mom, my brother, the few true friends I had, and anyone else who gave a crap about me. I could only hope that God would forgive me. I bought the train ticket to the place where I planned to die and hoped no one would ever find me. If everything had gone as planned, I would’ve succeeded.
But that day, I didn’t die. I never got to the place where I would’ve died. I never boarded the train. I never made it to the train station. I never left my house. I stayed put and waited for the next day, the next week, the next month, the next year. Why? All because of my coworker, Jake..
I started falling for him before I even knew it. Before I became that suicidal. When I finally realized it, I was days away from carrying out my plan. It hit me like a freaking 50-car pile up crash. I could not leave this life now that he was in it. I’m not sure how much he liked me, but obviously he liked me enough to save my life. When the fall semester started we saw each other all the time. It was wonderful. I did so well in school cause I was so inspired by him. But when the spring semester started our schedules changed and we went weeks at a time without seeing each other. It’s almost over now, but I fell into the same feeling of helplessness from last year and I can’t say that all has gone well. I don’t know what to do. I might end it all this summer if things don’t get better and I don’t start seeing him more often. I love him, and loving someone you can’t see regularly makes life infinitely more difficult. If I really want to live that badly, I better start praying for a miracle. Cause without him, I don’t see the point anymore.
That’s my story, sorry for boring you with it, but my point is that one of the greatest reasons for hope is falling for someone new. Even though it’s been a year since I met Jake, I’m still here because of him, and I guarantee that anyone who has had something similar happen to them knows what I’m talking about.
Hope? No. Usefulness? Being needed by others? Moments of enjoyment? Probably.