I know for a lot of you out there you’ve tried and failed. Â Have you ever wondered why you’ve failed? Â When I was in the hospital i walked around in a daze the first two days and cried a lot in my room. Â My breaking point was my third day when I broke down crying in the hospital shower wondering why I was still here? Â How did I fail? Â I took a mixture of sleeping pills and anti-depressants and tried to overdose in my sleep. Â It didn’t work.. I’ve tried to work through my feelings about trying and failing. Â I wonder what the purpose of me still being here is? Â Why didn’t i succeed? Me dying would not impact the world in severe way. Â Though I know my family would be sad, tears eventually dry up, and they would smile again. Â So why? Â All I can do is hope, i’ve decided not to try again but work on myself to get back the pieces of me that fell out of place and through me into this dark pit of despair. Â I’m hoping to find the answers i need and that sometime in the near future it will become clear why i failed and remained here to keep going forward with life. Â I hope to post more regularly on my progress and maybe offer some hope to those of you who are thinking of suicide or who tried and also lived.
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Well, I’m sorry you’re in so much pain, and that you feel without purpose.
Some people say we give ourselves purpose, we just make it up, what our purpose is…
What sort of purpose, what meaning would you give yourself, if you could choose?
I mean, it doesn’t ahve to be feasible, that’s the best part of a dream–
It isn’t reaching it but reaching for it that makes it worthwhile…
I almost died one (not by choice, medical matter) and I aksed myself a similar question as you are.
I eventually just figured I wanted to do something amazing with my life…even if that “amazing” thing was something totally mundane, seeing it as amazing can give it purpose, make it so.
We all need a sense of purpose–I know you can construct your own…what would you like to do in life?
When you’re putting your life back together, please try not to include the broken pieces which led to your attempt in the process. This was the mistake I made many years ago – unrequited love led me to the pills bottle (anti-depressants) and I survived. But I made the mistake of treating the things that led to my act as redeemable, and I included them in my plans for the future.
All these years later I know that my survival should have been a clean break with the past and the things that led me to it. You cannot build a new life out of the bodyparts of your old life.
I’ve been there. I feel the same way that my life is a useless existence and no one would really even notice if I were gone. Maybe a tear or two from the few friends I have but otherwise, life goes on. I tried and failed too. I’m a little ticked off that I failed. I’ve made promises to the people I love that I wouldn’t try it again but I think about finishing the task on a near daily basis. I was better for a little while when I tried to “fix” my life. But then I realized that I have zero luck and my life is going to suck forever. It’s sucked for 45 years with a few moments of brightness. So either I accept that my life is going to suck for the next 30-40 years of life or I should just end it. This is what I’m going thru these days.
I know why I failed: Bad preparation. Lesson learned.