*This isn’t a step by step tutorial or anything it’s just statistics and scientific things you may want to know before you end it all.
- Lethality: How likely is the method to cause death (where 0% is no chance, and 100% is absolute certainty)
- Time: An opinion on the length of time the method will require to produce death
- Agony: The amount of physical pain and discomfort you would expect from the use of the particular method (ranked on scale of 0 to 100 where 0 is no pain/discomfort and 100 is the most pain/discomfort possible)
Rank Method Name Lethality (%) Time (min) Agony
1 Shotgun to head 99.0% 1.7 5.5
2 Cyanide 97.0% 1.8 51.5
3 Gunshot of head 97.0% 2.5 13
4 Shotgun to chest 96.4% 1.4 16
5 Explosives 96.4% 1.6 3.75
6 Hit by train 96.2% 17.92 7.08
7 Jump from height 93.4% 4.56 17.78
8 Gunshot of chest 89.5% 7 21.7
9 Hanging 89.5% 7 25.5
10 Auto crash 78.5% 20.5 30
11 Household toxins 77.5% 24 54.5
12 Set fire to self 76.5% 57 95
13 Structure fire 73.0% 52.5 91.5
14 Carbon Monoxide 71.0% 21.5 18
15 Hit by truck/auto 70.0% 19 63
16 Electrocution 65.5% 2.4 72
17 Gunshot of abdomen 65.0% 69 74
18 Drowning ocean/lake 63.0% 18.5 79
19 Stab of chest 58.5% 96 76
20 Cut throat 51.5% 15.5 86
21 Overdose illegal drugs 49.4% 116.25 5.25
22 Plastic bag over head 23.0% 7 23
23 Drowning bathtub 21.5% 18.5 79
24 Drowning swimming pool 21.5% 18.5 79
25 Stab of abdomen 12.5% 252 78
26 Overdose prescription drugs 12.3% 129 8.5
27 Overdose non-prescription drugs 6.0% 456 22.5
28 Cut wrists/arms/legs 6.0% 105 71
This isn’t my chart so if you would like the source here it is: http://lostallhope.com/suicide-methods/statistics-most-lethal-methods
All credit goes to them lol.
Had doctor appointment today.
Got the Amitryptaline increased from 75 to 100.
The doctor did the usual cover-your-butt questions, including “Have you had any suicidal thoughts?”
I shook my head as if to say “No, of course not, what a silly thing to ask.”
Because only a fool would say “As a matter of fact, YES! Hahahha! Funny you should mention that! I was just waiting for you to ask! Here’s a song I wrote that I’d like played at my funeral! Do you like it? Does it need more cello?”
Lately I can’t stop feeling like this world is such a difficult place to be in. Obviously, it is, for like 90% of people. But, when I say it, I think so deeply about it. The overpopulation, unemployment, homelessness- so many good and intelligent people with no place to sleep, let alone work. And then I am here. Not necessarily privileged, but certainly more than many, having had a good education, enough money, and a place to live. Is that fair? Do I deserve what so many people could only dream to have.
I complain about this life, my life, and I can’t stop the misery I get from it. But the majority of my misery comes from realising how hard others have it, and how I can’t do a thing about it. Then I get to the realisation that I am nobody. In 100 years time, my generation will be gone. My parents, grandparents, will be completely forgotten. If I ever have children, they’ll most likely also be gone.
You might be thinking “100 years is a long time”, but think of it in the grand scheme of things. The billions of years the earth has been here, and how many billions more it will continue (although I am pretty sure humanity will be wiped out, look at how fast we use the earths resources!), so, 100 years, really is nothing.
Furthermore, those who get noticed are the worst kinds of people. Hitler, for example. Sure, there are many scientists and other people we remember for many years, and will be remembered in many years to come. Some of us will make history. Most of us, will be completely forgotten. Oblivion. I feel like so many people don’t realise this. They spend their whole lives trying to be somebody, and maybe they get there, it’s not impossible. BUT, again, in 100 years, a blip in the universe’ lifespan, we will be gone, and forgotten.
So, you gonna tell me “just live life as best you can, live it for yourself”. It’s so hard when you actually realise how much of a nobody you really are. I don’t desire to be remembered, I want to be forgotten, I don’t mind it. I accept it. What I don’t accept is that my life is “worth it”. If I died tomorrow, many people would care. People would cry, people would be angry at God or whoever, but does it really matter? It’s difficult when a loved one dies, and what is keeping me here is the fact that I’d make the rest of my families lives miserable by not being here, but I also know it generally wouldn’t really matter. For them, it would, but thousands of people die a day, the universe doesn’t notice. It keeps turning.
This revelation has me stuck. Some days I have no desire to get out of bed. Attend classes, even wash myself. Because I feel nothing I do matters. The world is a game of natural selection, it’s not just for animals. Sure, its not “kill or be killed”, but it’s definitely the strongest survive. What’s wrong with me wanting to take myself out of the equation? It’s not because I am sad, (I get depressed, but it doesn’t necessarily mean I wan’t to die because of it), but because I am taking up this worlds valuable resources and money, by just being alive- when in years to come, I’ll be bones in a casket.
Gosh, this is so depressing! I’m probably really not helping anybody here! I don’t want to, I just need to get it out of my system, because if I explained this to anybody, they’d probably lock me away! But if they really listened to what I am saying, I think they’d see that its the truth. Our lifespan is just a blip on the universes lifespan. Whether we die months old or 90 years old. The lifetime is barely anything. So, really, I am not going to be anybody, I’m okay with that, but that’s how I see the world.
I think I have the flu. Last night at work which was a horrible night in itself I started to feel weak tired headachy and sore. Kept having to sit down. Felt like I was burning up, later on found a thermometer and at 100.7 I definitely confirmed my suspicions. My mood took a hard crash in the meanwhile, feeling overly hopeless. I slept on and off for most of the past day, about to go back to sleep again. I am too tired to feel much of anything right now. I’ve only been awake because the animals gotta eat and I finally felt hungry too. I had been trying to write out a post for the past few days about how I wasn’t feeling right. Now I know why.
How much suicidal are you?
Rate 10% to 100%
(10% for least and 100% most)
At first, I unfriended him from facebook, and that hurt. And it’s not that I don’t want to be friends with him. It’s that it hurts too much that I can be so easily replaced and forgotten. But then I deactivated my page. He won’t notice I’m gone. After almost a year and always giving him everything, I don’t fucking matter at all. All that fucking matters to him is someone being under 100 lbs when he’s 300 lbs himself.
I want to fucking kill myself. Half because of him and knowing I’ll always be alone and half because I’m embarrassed to be so fucking ugly and hideous that no one could ever want anything to do with me. I don’t want to be stuck in the same city as him either!!! Get me the fuck out!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can’t stand it any longer!!!!!!!!!!!
Really had enough life isn’t for everyone and I’m one of them people I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on life don’t get better should have killed my self last May but my attempt wasn’t that great I’m scared of heights which is 100% and hanging ain’t really my thing so il left with 3 options wrist throat or OD I’m not sure when im planning on trying again but things ain’t getting better and I can’t take the emotional pain no more
Happy Leap Day
Well, today is an oddball for sure. I think there’s even a leap second or something to go with the leap day, but I’m not 100% sure about that.
Anyway, speaking of leaping things, I wish I could leap. Over this fucking wall of depression. I’m sure many feel similar.
I’ve been having more suicidal thoughts than usual lately, and I’ve actually been thinking of ways I would want to go if I ever decide to off myself. Cutting isn’t an option; I’m too scared to harm myself, plus that would be extremely painful and messy. Hanging myself is off the table too, since I’d probably never work up enough nerve. My thoughts have been drifting towards drowning more often than not. I think that would be the best way to go for me. Although, I am terrified of the ocean/any body of water, I think I could make an exception. It would be easier than swallowing a ton of pills, or pulling a trigger. Now I’m not saying I’m planning on killing myself, because I’m not that far gone, and I really hope I don’t get to my last breaking point. The one major thing that’s holding me back is that I am 100% afraid of dying. I’m a walking contradiction.
It comes to my mind occasionally, the prospect of waking up in a hospital following a suicide attempt.
It scares me. It unleashes a new fear of doubt and uncertainty: the question of, “what if?”
What if the rope doesn’t work, then what? Or the pills? What if the bullet misses, or the height is too short? That the bag doesn’t work, or that the blood doesn’t flow? Then what? You wake up.
The simple thought of waking up the next day alive is unbearable.
The shame and guilt and hopelessness, anger, ALL negative feelings, how can you bear it?
I want to know if there are people out there who woke up following a suicide attempt. Tell me what it was like.
I hate saying this because I don’t want to jinx it, but suicide will NEVER be a 100% guarantee. And I don’t want to even think about what its like to wake up the subsequent day…
I want to know what its like. How bad it is. I just don’t want to face it, and hearing it from some of you might bring down my stress levels about it. Though, essentially I’m aiming for a 90% accuracy of death, so I’m not worried.
But the question gets raised in my head. Please provide personal experiences.
I hate to say this, but, I’d hate to ever wake up after a suicide attempt. I just can’t imagine it.
*Like to inquire about the experience in the hospital as well. What was it like being there?
Life right now has officially hit a boiling point that’s too hot; I’m melting away. My focus throughout the days now are shot, I’m more robotic in movement and speech than ever before. Just today at work I couldn’t talk to anyone, it just felt too heavy on my throat to speak (I’m more introverted). Then what would I gain talking about insignificant topics like, “So and so’s wedding went wrong,” or, “Real Housewives…” Sorry, I’m being bias but that stuff doesn’t interest me.
And then just today I fucked up on the biggest thing: I have no idea where I want to live anymore. I don’t want to live, period, but I can’t… I just don’t know anymore.
I hate that I can’t afford studio apartments, that I’m socially inept, that I hate myself more than any one on this planet, that I have no idea what I want to major in anymore, that I lost over $100 worth of money because I botched out of my lease, that I’m not beautiful enough to skip town altogether and start a new life, and that I’m such a useless, spoiled, indecisive loser.
There’s no clear way out without sacrificing either large amounts of money or my peace of mind (living without a roommate).
It’s a cold autumn morning, early in May, and we were making our way into a rural township some five klicks from the nearest checkpoint. Just the five of us trekking through a treeline and making haste for a derelict well. One of the guys fixed eyes on a silhouette sat beside a bucket; they were within speaking distance:
“Hello there. Can you hear me?”
The silhouette remained still. We surrounded them from both flanks as I moved forward and approached them. It was a girl no older than nine, wearing a mossy green overcoat and gumboots, with her hands bound together — an ANZAC poppy sat neatly on her lapel. A single laceration across her neck told us all we needed to know about how she’d ended up here.
Looking down the cobblestone path, the bodies of two adults lied motionless near a wrecked and ransacked sedan. All evidence pointed towards this being an attack by road bandits. Removing the cord from her wrists and fashioning shrouds from storefront drapes, we covered and placed the family of three behind the book store — time constraints did not permit for a proper burial. Using the licence we found in the male’s pocket, I erected a single cross for the fallen:
Hours had passed, we’d been attacked by a well-organised group of bandits using police vehicles who’d tried to make this town their own. Each of them fell to our trained rifles and machine gun, one after the other. Darkness eventually came and the remainder of them deciding to bug-out while they still could. Carrying only my sidearm, I defended the local chapel as staunchly as I could. The rest of my group took up positions in the “Hunting & Fishing” store only 100 metres from where I was; an overturned tanker blocked off the rest of the street.
My radio sparked with life as the corporal informed me that they were headed back to the chapel. Peering through the hedges, I saw each of the four men exit the building and cross the street. One of the bodies lying on the ground moved as a loud exclamation echoed; with a single spark before an enormous detonation.
They were dead in the blink of an eye.
And then there was one. After an endless summer of revolution and destruction, where countless lives were lost in a struggle that even the milit’ry failed to understand, here I stood as the last remaining member of my unit. Earlier that day I’d decorated my helmet with the poppy from the Vickers girl; a fitting tribute for a soul whom life had stole much too early. It stood out against the background of camouflage, but that was the whole point — not just as a target, but an act of defiance.
…Onward unto this nightmare did I continue.
Damn dreams of mine… I told that one to my trick cyclist earlier this year and her eyes were wide with concern. Still, it beats the dream where I was stabbed to death by my great-grandfather.
Anyway… Have a good day, folks.
There’s so much sad shit on here , so I thought to change it up a bit. Well here is some cool facts about me.
1. I’m related to Edgar Allen Poe . He’s actually one of my favorite writers . Before I knew I was related to him I would have nightmares about him. It was a little weird. Maybe he secretly knew we were family .
2. I have the same birthday as Neil Armstrong . August 5th, 1997. Yeah I’m a late 90s kid. How cool…
3. My grandma helped hide Jews in her home in Copenhagen Denmark during ww2. It was one of the countries known for saving a lot of Jews. Then I met the person she helped saved .
4. One of my favorite shows is lost . I’m on season 5. It’s the most rediculous show ever . I dare all to watch it .
5. When I was 2, my dad took the air vent out of the floor in my house to do something . And when he was looking away , I fell through it . 3 stories . And landed on the ground . I was perfectly fine . That’s some miracle shit.
6. I’m currently driving a red 280z. It’s my dad’s . He bought it for $100 and totally fixed it . My cars shit so driving that .
7. IVE NEVER BEEN ON A PLANE. crazy right ? Never even left the east coast .
8. I love Leonardo da Vinci . Such a intelligent man . I wish I could meet him. I would do anything to travel back in time .
so these are just some random facts. Nothing too cool . Just enough to be interesting . Lol
Are there any other ways to escape? Escape reality, and forget all this bullshit? I usually just sleep, but that’s not 100% enough, cause I wake up then can’t go back to sleep. I used to just watch videos but my phone is to slow, and if I keep going on my phone this much I’ll become legally blind. What other ways do you escape reality and forget about everything? I’m just trying to run away from my feelings. That’s all I can do at this point.
Just a few moments ago, I had a dream. In this dream I was in a canyon walking aimlessly, the weather conditions were rain and lightning. I saw another person, I did not know who this individual was. Anyways he was around 100 feet from where I was and he jumped, I did not bother to save him as I was paralyzed by the sight of him jumping off the cliff. When I got to his exact location blood was everywhere, I looked into his wallet I found nothing but a suicide note in the dollar compartment……… I got extremely pissed off to the point I had no idea what I was doing. I woke up depressed and angry from that dream. I don’t know why I was so pissed, maybe I was jealous at the fact that he found peace finally from his horrors in life or was I just pissed in general to see an innocent person die, don’t know…….. Might make another post tomorrow. Happy Early Thanksgiving.
Last night I got so incredibly drunk.
I was so drunk. I haven’t gotten like that in a while .
i still feel the aftermath now . And I’m going to work I feel like absolute shit .
but last night I was driving home an I wanted to go 100 mph and crash my car into something . I was so sad.
i get so angry and confused and sad.
im going crazy. I’m so tired
Because they don’t make memes that say “I’m single because I’m holding out for a perfect 10 under 100 lbs with 0% body fat that’s super gorgeous that every man would die for and I want her to agree with me on everything and be open to swinging but otherwise never cheat on me.”
Yes he posted that meme and he posts tons of others like it.
I feel like I’m being a fake person. Now that I’ve started to do my work, trying to focus more and do what is “expected” of me. I go to class, I do my homework. The problem is, I’m not 100% into it. No matter what I’m doing, I find myself wondering why I even bother doing anything. I feel like it’s too late to bring my grades up (it’s past midterms) and I’m failing two out of four classes as a junior college student. I don’t know how to come back from that. I’m scared to talk to my professors about it because I’m sure that they’ve heard a number of sob stories, and I’m not trying to add on to that list. I’m being fake because my heart isn’t in anything anymore. I feel like I’m just going through the motions to make everyone happy.
I was wondering what would happen if I were to swallow 100 advil and take them one by one.