It’s me the black and ugly California woman. Today is my 38th birthday. I received my official layoff notice last week. I think death is the best way to celebrate since I have no hope for the future. Can I get through another day?IDK suicide just seems like the only choice to end the pain of loneliness. Suicide is just a quick way to get to my inevitable future death.
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no you’re wrong
I think I’m still too chicken. I can picture myself dead hanging in the garage, but I just can’t seem to put the rope around my neck.
If you can’t put the rope on, and I’m not saying you should, you should think about the things that are holding you back, then maybe you’ll find a reason to stay alive. I know your most likely sifting through all the negatives of life but the positives deserve just as much attention.
To — I’ll call you Caligirl — you’re not “chicken.” Maybe you’re just not willing to give up on life yet. Because as awful and mean as things can be at times, you *must* remember times of real genuine joy. Maybe it was a day when the sky was an impossibly clear spotless blue sky… I can’t know what your life has been like or is, but I *know* that life is worth living… if only to keep holding out, one day at a time, until things get better.
I hope this doesn’t sound too ridiculous & cheesy, but what makes me feel better when I feel useless (and/or lonely) is when I focus on other people — do things for other people. It can be just one little thing. I offered an old lady a ride at the grocery store last week (she was waiting outside when I went in, and when I was finished, she was still waiting… so i asked if she needed a ride. You’d think I just told her she’d won a a million dollars.) In the past, I’ve volunteered… sometimes making a commitment, sometimes sort of randomly, like bringing my dog to a nearby long-term care place to visit with the old folks.
OK, so that *does* sound like I’m little miss sunshine. Hope you’re not gagging. Maybe you’re laughing. That’s good! I don’t know you, but consider just one day at a time. Think about the “next right thing…” don’t think about all the sucky stuff (bills piling up, or nasty people, etc.) Just think about the *next right thing* (I know a few recovering alcoholics, and attended meetings with a friend for awhile. This is some of their wisdom.) I wrote a long comment to someone else yesterday about my own experiences — trying twice to kill myself when I was 16; I’m 52 now. Things can get better. I feel passionately about this now, especially, because a 19-yr-old boy we know took his life in February. It’s such an awful waste. I’m sure he was just in a lot of pain and couldn’t see any other way out… *There are good things down the road girl. Just don’t stop walking.*
Hey honey; if it’s any consolation I turned 38 about three and a half weeks ago too, and I also think 38 is a good age to go. Haha, but I’m white and ugly… not that it matters on the long run! Good luck!!! ^_^
Job’s come and go… for better or for worse; they hold you in a routine.
Cities are lonely places… for everyone the world over! Unless you can break them down.
You could make your city into a series of villages, (that’s what I used to do.) I knew nobody!… but the couple who argued every lunchtime outside of Costa coffee made me smile… because they were always there! The stoned looking shop worker who looked worried outside of ‘Londis’ smoking his cigarette (I called him Bob… “don’t worry, be happy”) always looked at me as though I was about to tell him off… Sometime’s I would frown at him and secretly smile after I passed him.
Once the city becomes a village it makes more sense. Then you just go out into your village and find something to do… A job, write, think, people watch. I made it…
I believe you will as well. Lots of Love
Ryan