I think. either this or a hopsital, and I’ll be damned if it’s gonna be a hospital. My mind’s just fractiored more and more every week the past few months. Too much shit happened in my life, and now having to head to the exit door. Im a athiest, but I talked to my local priest last week, and he said it was a cowards way out. If only he knew what it takes to head to the finish line…
4 comments
Hei,
Its not a cowards way out. I personally think it takes more balls than anything else in life. Maybe its even easier to become Warren Buffett than to bail out through suicide, but just keep thinking that ”one more day” thought because thats what I do and it works. I tell myself there is always a way to end it but I just hate to give up before I have experienced that positive side of life that so many successful people talk about. If others deserve it you deserve it too. There are people out there who have killed others( ex mob bosses and such) who live now good lives writing books about their life and getting money for that. That alone makes me wonder because I never harmed another person and I don’t intend to no matter how low I feel or how angry I feel I rather end myself than harm another. But think about it. There are people who have murdered someone and still going on with their lives somehow. I doubt you belong to that category. So you deserve all the good stuff that life has to offer like we all do. Accept that idea if you can. I struggle with that all the time but something tells me I deserve to have a good life, because when I feel good, then I’am able to help others. I can’t get poor or sick enough to help anybody else. All I can do is love myself first as selfish as it sounds. Only then I have something to offer to others when I have control over my own life.
Tommorow is probely my last day too… i just cant take it anymore
“Coward’s way out” is such a sick cliché. Those who say it have no idea what kind of pain and trauma we go through. That goes with the “experts” too. One person’s depression is not the same as another’s. I have severe depression but I will never say I’ll understand someone else’s, nor would I expect others to truly understand mine.
But the stigma associated with depression has people lumping it all into one big pile and they have no idea on how to deal with it.
People say it is “a coward’s way out” to emotionally distance themselves from our pain as well as their own. It is my belief that people want to know “why” someone “committed” suicide, not so much because of curiosity or concern, but to find the person lacking in order to validate their own sense of importance.