First time posting to a suicide board. I’m not bad enough off yet to actually do it (probably 30 years out I guess.) But I have thought about death (my own and others’) all my life. As an eight year old I tried to kill myself so I could go to heaven. My life wasn’t bad, I just figured if heaven was so great, why wait? My mom stills tell the story (I hid behind a mailbox and jumped in front of a car, but I jumped out to early and the car stopped) and she always says “he didn’t know you couldn’t come back.” Yeah I did. If heaven is great, why would I want to come back? As an eight year that was my thinking.
Now I know God wants me to do good things for other people before my life on this world ends. So on I trudge. Waiting for the inevitable.
Anyway, life goes on. But we all die in the end. I am not afraid of death. I am afraid of life.
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hey not the best place, but welcome bud!