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To my bully

by Kninea
written by Kninea

I have dealt with more pain than you think. You have no reason to judge me. The simple fact that you judge me proves that you are smaller and weaker than me. You can’t deal with the pain I’ve been through. Yeah you can say all you want about me, but it’s not gonna change what I believe and I believe in myself. I don’t need to believe in you or your friends or your family. I don’t have to listen to you or what you have to say. I am me for a reason and no one can change that. You can go fuck yourself.

~Kninea

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Comforting thought with truth

by Still wandering
written by Still wandering

I tried to sleep. But I couldn’t.

My thoughts are continuously racing in my mind. I can’t even sleep properly. I was extremely sad even in my sleep, even in my dreams.

So I wake up. And a thought came in my mind and I decided to share it. It was peaceful.

I know I can’t stop my suffering. I know this. I know there is no cure for me. But this is true that nothing is everlasting. Nothing.

Millions years ago dinasouras were here and now there are not. Billion years ago even earth wasn’t exist.

So here is the thing I want to tell you. I don’t know when, but there will be a day when I’ll be at peace. So does each one of us.

{Till then there is suffering for me, I don’t know for how long. Maybe a million years or billion years. (I believe in reincarnation.) }

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4:28 am

by nicole123
written by nicole123

I’m writing this and it’s early as fuck.

I can’t sleep. I just made a grilled cheese too an it was great. Early in the morning is when my thoughts are crazy.

I was thinking about how I feel like the day I die my soul will finally find peace . It will be a relief . I’ll finally get to rest. I wish the day could come sooner.

I was also thinking about a afterlife . I wouldn’t say that I believe in God , but I believe in something . I hope there is something after this world . Maybe this life is hell? There has to be something . All of this would be pointless . If there is nothing , then where do our souls go?

Our consciousness proves there has to be something . We have the capability of thinking about how we are able to think. That’s a crazy thing if you think about it! You are all aware that you are present . Scary right ?

I used to spend days thinking this way. Questioning everything is a huge reason why I have fallen deep into depression. I wish I knew more . I feel like I can’t rest until I have the answers to everything .

Another weird thing I thought about — when you think a thought your hearing your own voice inside your head . THATS LITERALLY SO CRAZY. But what if someone is deaf from birth ? They have never heard their voice , so what do they hear ? You can’t ask a deaf person this question either because they would not understand.

These are just some things running through my mind like crazy lately . I wish I could sleep.

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Almost Counts For Nothing

by JiminyCrispies
written by JiminyCrispies

Today was bad. The Angels were bad. The visual hallucinations were bad. Everything was bad. I almost died.
I was barely able to get out of bed because of the Angels; but I forced myself because of my dogs. I was almost unable to stay downstairs this morning; but I had to make myself because I got lumbered with my brother while my mum and stepdad stayed in bed. The visual hallucinations got almost unbearable around this time – 9:50, I believe it was. Everything would move around, faces were everywhere, figures were everywhere. Despite how awful they got, I got my brother to distract me.
The Angels were particularly awful at around 10 o’clock. As a distraction, I asked to go out with the family at 11.
They said no.
I had to stay home for two hours and deal with the Angels and figures. It was bad. I took pills (not too many – not enough to knock myself out), I cut, I purged (for the first time in almost 7 months), I hid away from the figures. The suicidal thoughts grew rapidly over the first hour, and by the second I was ready to make my attempt.
At 12:25 I almost died. If it hadn’t been for my knot’s lacking and coming too loose, I would be dead and the Angels would be gone. I wouldn’t have to constantly go against what I should do. I wouldn’t disappoint the Angels.
I failed at failing. How laughable is that? The Angels find it tremendously entertaining; the cackling hasn’t stopped. My existence is utterly pitiful at this point.

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My Story

by _.twelfth._
written by _.twelfth._

This year I was diagnosed with a metabolic disorder towards my eyes. And my diet changed completely.

Then around May time this year I started to feel depressed, suicidal and I had anxiety. And I started cutting.

Then I promised my best friend I would stop cutting. I broke that promise twice. This time I promised and he made me swear on his life:(

A month ago I found out my dietitian thinks I need Physchologist, she thinks something’s wrong with me.

About a week ago I had surgery. And then about 2days ago I did the most stupidest move in the world and it could’ve ruined my life. I wanted to end my life I thought I ruined it all. I ruin everything and everything’s always my fault. I thought about walkin into the kitchen and stabbing myself but I couldn’t do it.

2days ago I self harmed, that’s the day my friend made me swear on his life.

Then I made a decision. I realised that cutting isn’t the answer and I need to start lookin on the bright side. I may still be depressed, suicidal and have anxiety attacks. I’m ok.

Im so strong I believe I can do it.

I believe all of u can do it as well. I believe in u. Stay strong everyone:)

•we’re all standing on a knife edge. And this time we aren’t afraid to fall•

 

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One reason

by outinthedark
written by outinthedark

I think one of the reasons I’m still here is because I’m scared of what comes after this life. I believe there is nothing,but what if there is something? And it’s worse than it is here?

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Make me hurt

by thelost
written by thelost

Make me hurt

Scratch and tear at my mind

Come on, I actually want it this time

Where are you when I need you?

 

Rip my heart apart

Why not

WHY NOT

Why not, you bastard

 

I’m begging for it

I want it

I need it

Give it to me

 

How dare you abandon me

When you’ve been my faithful companion for so long

You

The one thing that has always been there

 

You liar

You said you’d never leave

I believe you

You’ll never leave

 

You Goddamn monster

You’re fucking sick

Does it please you

To watch me bleed on the ground

 

I loved you once

I think we all do

Then we hate you

We wish you dead

 

You’re deep inside of me

The only way you’ll die is if I do

And I can’t do that

But you already know that

 

You

You manifestation of hell

You are immaterial

You are pain

 

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A Vision, and a confession

by disgusting
written by disgusting

I went to the Buddhist center with my roommate and he was volunteering there and I was with a woman who is some regional leader that he’s close to and people were chanting for 2 hours. So I did the 2 hours of chanting then most everyone moved to the auditorium and even though we were just listening to people speak and not chanting, I had a vision that I’d live somewhere past 85 and I would always be alone, never marry, never have anyone, and never have sex again from this time forward. I didn’t think I’d be homeless and I don’t know how I’d ever end up being successful enough to put a roof over my head for the rest of my life, but it’s still scary and hard to take knowing I never will be with anyone. I wonder what did I do so wrong to not deserve to be loved?

Putting a cut in here, what comes next is NSFW and 18+.

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A Feeling

by insignificant02
written by insignificant02

For a while now I’ve contemplated suicide. I believe it’s the easiest way out. No, I don’t think running away from problems is going to solve them but I do know that after trying your hardest to solve them with absolutely no solution, running is your only option. And after running and running and running you get tired. I’m tired. Tired of running, tired of fighting, tired of breathing, tired of existing. I just feel like, if I die, everything will be better. I feel like the minute I swallow those pills or that poison or from the moment I jump, everything will be okay.

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Under Mars

by Teresa's Child
written by Teresa's Child

I want to uphold all that is right in this world. I want to help others. I want to be kind. I want to be courageous. I want to be wise. All this I want because I believe it is the right way to be. I believe this is the way she wanted me to be.

I need strength, above all else. I need the strength to go forward, because I stand in her stead. Because we stand together. Because she could not go forward. We are broken people, she and I, futureless by definition. Snakes, and yet somehow birds of prey. Pallas be damned. Ideals are great, but in the end she and I are without friends, without ideals. We both just didn’t want the party to end, I guess.

In the end…I suppose we toted all those ideals because we just didn’t want the party to end. But it had already ended. We both killed ourselves, she and I, but when we remade ourselves we found that there was this huge disconnect between the deadmen we had become, and the people we were trying to be. So we adopted a ‘fake it till you make it’ policy.

But what was the goal of all this? We just didn’t want the party to end. What a foolish dream. What a childish dream. The dream was to stand in every battleground, in some sense. To engage in every facet of life. We tried to be Athenians, but I think Y had it right the whole time. We were always under Mars.

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help please

by jano.11
written by jano.11

can love turns to hate at some point .!
I want to talk clearly about my boyfriend ..
I believe that he really loved me from the depth of his heart
I will not lie to you .. I did so wrong things to him ,, I cheated on him so many times , and I used him as my slave for a whole three years .. all this time he was okay and never said a word
but once we had a sex on skype
and he got a pic of that thing and he started threaten me with it … when I told him I will get engaged to another guy he told me he will use them to stop this engagement .. when I told him I only want to break up with him he used them too .. when I told him I can’t stand this shit anymore and I hate him he used them too to make me stay with him
and then he is gone for a 17 days I though that shit is over .. then he came back to me with thous pics again
he used to cry when he founds that I cheated on him
but then he start shouting and swearing
and then he starts to beat me and then the pics again
and now he just threat me with the pics for now reason and asks if I am seeing any other guy eventhough he broke up with me
what the hell is this shit .! I don’t understand anything of this shit and I don’t really get what’s going on with him
is anybody have an idea .!!
help pleas …

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What if dying only makes things worse…?

by Within Evanescence
written by Within Evanescence

I was thinking about this question and my thoughts worry me…

You see, one time my friend said to me: “And I don’t know how much you believe in reincarnation like the Indians do, but if you commit suicide in this life, your next life won’t be any easier,” But since I don’t believe in bringing kharma to your next life, I didn’t worry about that.

But just now I was thinking about how I do believe in people having more than one life, that when you die you’ll be born again. And here’s the thing… I don’t really know how to explain the way I think about it, but to make a long story short: I believe that when you die, you go to ‘heaven’ and basically after some time you’ll leave heaven to be born again. (It’s not exactly how I think about it, because I don’t believe that time exists, but that’d make it too complicated..) So, I was thinking about this, and then it suddenly hit me… “But when I kill myself, I’ll go to heaven just to be born again in this cruel world!” And I don’t want that! I don’t want to begin a new life. I don’t care if that will be a better life, I want to end it forever, not to end this life to start a new one…

And besides that… I can’t stand the thought of starting a new life with new people. If there’s one life I want to live, than it’s the only life I know and that’s this life with this family and these friends. I don’t want to start over with new people… I want to be with my loved ones of this life, I don’t want to be born again and forget about them. I don’t even want to think about that 🙁

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I’d like your advise and/or thoughts on something

by Within Evanescence
written by Within Evanescence

I’m really tired and I need to go to sleep so I’ll try to keep this post short.

I’m so scared this is going to sounds so stupid since I’ve told you about my teacher and how much I like her… But there’s another girl… I’ll give you a (really) short version of our story:

When I was in Freshman year I became depressed and a self harmer for the first time so I failed quite some classes, and because of that my following year was one full of loneliness since all my friends went to other, better classes. In April that year we had an excursion to Maastricht, a Dutch town about 200km away from my school, and we went with three classes, but no one in those classes was my friend. I cried in the very first minute the bus began to drive away from school and I really didn’t want to go, but it was on this excursion where I was going to meet my first girl crush. After we arrived at the farm we were staying at we went for a walk with all the students and teachers. It was like 10pm when we did that so it was dark and cold, but I like walks so I didn’t mind. I was walking by myself when some girl started walking next to me and she said to me: “I was expecting it to rain so now I’m wearing three layers of clothes! Haha”. I smiled at her, but I didn’t reciognize her face so I wondered who she was. Skipping some time, we come to the third day I guess of the excursion. We went to the city for some projects (we had to do a presentation too) and one of them was to draw with coal. And since I had no one to hang out with, I was drawing by myself. I already felt miserable and after two insulting comments on my drawing (I’m not good at it so, but ofcourse that hurt a lot…) I started crying a little so I whiped away my tears. But because we were drawing with coal, I covered my face with black stripes! I didn’t realize this though, but when I was finally done with my stupid drawing I went to the place where we had to give some teachers our drawings. When I came to the spot I saw my music teacher and also the girl who talked to me the other night (it later turned out that they are friends, so that’s why the girl came along with the excursion to help the teachers organize everything). The girl saw me and she simply asked me “Did you get it?” and I lost it. I bursted into tears and shook my head. She walked up to me and brought me to these stones where she sat me down and she herself sat down next to me. She looked at my drawing assuming that I was crying because of that, but no I was crying because I felt horrible. She then helped me putting some details in it and she asked if I was okay again and I said “no..”. She stroke my hair out of my face and saw the black stripes on my face. She then got her water bottle and poured some water on my face, and she then took my wrist to clean my face with my sleeve. She gave me her water bottle so I could drink, and after that she left. But that was nice…
The story isn’t over yet, though. From that moment I started liking her and I tried to talk to her and she was open to everyone so I had my chances. I remember one quite awkward moment though when I asked her something, but she laughed it off so that’s okay. The excursion lasted 5 days of which I ‘got to know her’ four days. We were in most groups together and I remember visiting the museum with her. We also went to this cave and we had a challenge of walking in it while it was completely dark, and the instructor told us that if we wanted to stay with the light we had to raise our hand. I’m really scared of the dark, but the girl was in my group too and I didn’t want her to think I was a cry baby so I didn’t raise my hand ( yes, it was a scary minute in the dark :S ) It’s been two years so I don’t remember much of the trip, but I guess I remember enough about her…
So the days were passing and I didn’t want the last day to come. Yes, I really wanted to go home but I did not want to say goodbye to her at all! So I wrote her a letter… It was the night before we left and we had to pack our bags so we could leave early the next morning. I wrote her a very simple letter. It said: “Dear Maartje, you are the funniest, coolest, prettiest and sweetest girl I’ve ever met. I have a crush on you. I hope to see you again sometime.” and I didn’t put my name on the letter. I went downstairs to the kitchen, but I wasn’t really allowed to go there and there was a teacher in the dining room. I think he noticed me going in the kitchen though, but he didn’t stop me. Anyway, I had volded the letter and I had written “To Maartje” on it and I put it next to some things I was pretty sure they would take home in the bus too. I never found out if she even recieved (and read) that letter, but I hope she did.
It was Friday and we had to go home. It was a three hour drive I believe and I didn’t have someone sitting next to me, and that was nice because I cried in the bus. I didn’t want to say goodbye to Maartje, I really didn’t… After some hours we arrived at our school and here comes the best part of the story. The three teachers that were traveling in my bus, including Maartje, were standing outside the bus so we could shake their hand when getting out of the bus. So first I shook my mentor’s hand, then my other teacher’s hand and then I was standing in front of Maartje… I looked her in the eyes and thought: “If you don’t do it you are going to regret it big time!”, and so I didn’t shake her hand. Nope, I didn’t shake her hand, but you know what I did instead?? I gave her a hug! I looked her in the eyes and this second felt like hours, but then I leaned forward and I hugged her! Her reaction? “Oh! Haha”. But it gets better, waaay better! She didn’t just say “Oh”, but she also hugged me back! I could actually feel her hands pressing against my back! Oh my gosh, I know right! She actually hugged me thight! I let go and I didn’t dare to make eye contact after that, but after I got my bags I found out that my mom was still at home and she still had to drive the 15 minutes to my school to pick me up. So there I was, standing alone with tears in my eyes because I already missed Maartje. Then, yes, it keeps getting better, she walked up to me (I believe) and suggested that I moved me and my bags to where she and some other teachers were standing. She took my suitcase and carried it to the spot she meant and so I was standing next to her, ‘waiting’ for my mom to arrive. I looked at her and asked: “Do you think you’ll pay a visit to our school again?”. She looked at she building at said: “Ehh… Yeah, I think so. Why wouldn’t I?” and I was relieved. (At that time I didn’t know that I had to wait 1.5 years until I saw her again..) After some time I saw my mom and I got tears again. “I see my mom,” I said to her, and we said goodbye to eachother. I watched her for as longs as my sight let me and I still remember seeing her walking though the main doors of the school.

17 Months, on the first day of school this year, I was just sitting on some staircase when I saw somethin fumilar walking up the main stairs of the school. I turned my head and I saw a girl with dark, curly hair walking up the stairs. “No way…”, I thought, “There’s no way it’s her…” and then she turned her head forward. That was when I saw the most blue eyes I’d ever seen again and my heart just stopped. “Omg…” I said and I hit one of my best friends who was sitting next to me. “It’s Maartje!!” I said to her and she looked surprised. I looked at Maartje and my heart when crazy. I watched her passing by and after she disappeared again, I put my hands on my head and exhauled. Gosh… I saw her again! And she was just as beautiful as one and a half years agao. Six days later I saw her again while I was sitting in class, no now every day I’m hoping to see her again, just like I did after she told me she would visit the school again, before I gave up hoping to see her for a while.

Okay, uhm… Anyway. I can’t really stop thinking about her lately and I still have strong feelings for her. I really want her to be my girlfriend to be honest… But, when I met her I was 13 and she was 20 years old. Now we’re 15 and 22. And I even believe she’s in a relationship.. But, here’s where I’d love to hear your thoughts on this (stil pretty long) post. I’m thinking about giving her a letter in which I’d explain everything (about my feelings for her). BUT, I’m not sure yet. And besides, what if I were to give her a letter, how am I supposed to do that? Every year when it was her birthday I would go to her friend and my former music teacher and say: “I bought this for Maartje as a birthday present, could you give this to her?” and she would. But a letter? I’m pretty sure that she wouuldn’t give it to her, unless I would explain to her exactly what it’s about and I just can’t do that, also because I believe that even then my teacher could tell me it’s inappropiate to have a crush on a 22 year old, so I’m just really scared that she wouldn’t give her the letter. I don’t really know what to do, so I’d love to hear your thoughts on this all.

Sorry if this post was a long read, but trust me, I shortened the story A LOT. Thank you all ones again. Please tell me what you think x

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poor me oh boo hoo, boo hoo

by doomcow88
written by doomcow88

Just letting some randos know that I’m going to end it. Gotta act fast, as my condition is worsening, and I can already barely walk.

I’m going with a drop-hang. Can’t find a gun.

I’ll be sorry for whoever finds me, but at least they’ll have something dramatic to talk about with their friends. Imagine the mawkish, self-serving Facebook post! So many likes.

I’ll be especially sorry for my mother. My poor, hardworking, lonely mother. I am all she really has, and I am worthless: if I don’t end it, she continues to suffer through my deteriorating health, and if I do, I also end her life in a way.

But, I believe she’ll recover. And she’ll have a decade or two of relative peace afterward.

And I shall be free of “this long disease, my life” — absolute curse that it has been.

Remember: “Diese Welt ist der Wille zur Macht — und nichts außerdem!”

So fuck my life! ciao!

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red and black

by sadsadist
written by sadsadist

Red for my rage black for my depression I believe if red wins others will have great harm done to them if the black wins I’ll have great harm to me I noticed many have very harsh opinions of the red route maybe you can’t understand

 

( c+c dont worry tho)

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There’s always a reason

by debz85
written by debz85

It was around 7 years ago I tried to end it all, I was a single mum and couldn’t cope anymore. I was lucky as my parents would have my daughter over night once every two weeks so I could go out. I loved to go out and drink and drink until I felt numb, I abused myself and my body I let men use me for sex. One night though I’d just had enough I couldn’t do it anymore I couldn’t live with myself for what I was doing i was drinking everyday I never ate I smoked weed aswell. People started judging me but I suppose it was my own fault I was just a big mess.  I went out one weekend my daughter was with her Nanna I knew she’d be ok I knew that that was going to be my last night. I went out I got as drunk as I could then went home went in my fridge and drank more it was more for courage for what I was going to do, I then went upstairs got in my pyjamas and counted my pills. I had 26 anti depressants and 15 codeine I took them all. After half an hour I realised what I did was a huge mistake I realised I wanted to see my daughter grow up I wanted my life back though I wanted to be happy but I also wanted to be with my granddad in heaven I wanted him to tell me everything was ok. That was when I rang nhs direct I told them what I’d done and that I was sorry I knew at that moment it was it I was going to go. The woman on the phone told me to stay on the phone with her until the ambulance got to me but I didn’t hear her I told her the front door was unlocked for the paramedics to come in then I fell asleep I lay down on my sofa and just fell asleep. The truth of the story is that I didn’t unlock the front door the paramedics had to call the police to break into my house, the lady from bus direct kept trying to ring my phone but I was asleep. The paramedics got to me eventually they got me to a and e and I was irratic, apparently I was kicking and shouting at all the doctors that was when they put me in a medical induced coma so they could treat me, they didn’t have room in the icu so they had to transport me to another hospital I died twice on the way. Then I woke up. I had needles in both my hands my arms and in my neck I also had a huge tube going down my throat I suppose that must of been the life support. Because I was on that I also had a catheter in. I remember waking up like it was yesterday I was in a dark tunnel my grandads were with me they told me not to turn around that everything was going to be ok I saw my sister calling my name bringing me back down to earth. It wasn’t my sister though it was my nurse who was looking after me then I woke up. I cried for the longest time I ever have in my life. I was aching all over my nurse told me I was kicking around I was covered in bruises from what I did to myself but I can’t remember any of it all I remember is going to sleep on my sofa and waking up in hospital 2 days later. I do believe in God and I believe he sent me back for a reason a year later I met my now husband and had another baby I believe that’s what I was sent back for to bring another life into the world. I still have my days where I wish I wasn’t here but I carry on for my girls and my husband. I just think though that my job is done now. I now suffer with chronic pain aswell as chronic depression I’m on more tablets now than I have ever been, I know that I can’t end it any minute I want to but I have to stop myself I have to stay here for my family and that’s what I keep having to tell myself. It’s hard I find it hard to put a smile on my face when really deep inside I’m dying I can’t tell my husband how I feel as much as I love him he doesn’t understand he tries but he couldn’t stop me. I don’t want to go to the doctors I don’t want to be put on the ward again so I have to pretend. I’m sorry for such a huge essay but I just felt that this is the only place I can write my story and how I feel. Thankyou for taking the time to read it. Stay happy I know it’s hard but there’s always something to live for no matter how shitty you feel.

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My first post and thanks to you

by Matel
written by Matel

I wanted to say hi to all of you and wanted you to know that you are the most understanding people I know, and I’m grateful that you people exist and this website exists as well.

I also want to say that I’m definitely not here to encourage people or discuss methods or anything alike. I just want to be part of this community to share our feelings/experiences together. Together we will feel less lonely I believe.

I have been reading SP every now and then for the last 4 years, as the idea of suicide has been with me for that amount of time. My anxiety/depression wasn’t that high at first but the last year and a half it got more frequent and much, much intense. I would welcome an easy way out, however, the possibility of failure is there and I’m very much afraid of spending the rest of my life completely miserable, bed bound etc. I would do it if I was sure I’d depart, however it is impossible to make sure therefore I’m not doing it.

In the last 4 years, when I visited this website I felt better. I’m completely amazed how much in common I have with others on this website, how much understanding, empathy and nicety people show here. Thank you guys, I know you understand me and I’d like you to know that I understand you too.

I believe from now on I will be commenting on your posts, for sharing, for support, for best wishes or just for a small line of chat. Maybe I’ll also add my own posts from time to time. As I’m feeling very bad at the moment, I feel the need to share more than ever.

I’d very much welcome it if you are reading it, just say hi, only two letters is enough. In any case thank you guys again. See you later.

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Leaving SP…

by wndozh8er
written by wndozh8er

No drama I promise. Just truth. First of all, I would like to give a shout out to all my friends in this group. Thank you for your love and support. If any of you would like to chat via email, my address is wndozh8er@aol.com.

I recently discovered that many of the posts I wrote broke the rules of this group and my status here is already hanging by a thread. Over the past few days we had a lot of fun, had deep and intelligent conversations, etc. the best of the best resides here.

I am a very outspoken person. Despite crossing the line with methods, I have also warned and educated people about the dangers of suicide and the likelyhood of failure. As far as suicide goes, I believe it should be a well thought out, personal choice. Not because I don’t care, but because I have empathy for their individual plight and respect for there self ownership.

If I cannot fully be myself and express myself freely and openly on how I feel and ask questions I feel are important to me, than I won’t speak or ask at all in here. Speaking freely is very important to me, and I’m sure very important to everyone in this group. Self expression is one of the paramount needs for us all. No judgement, forgiveness, listening, feedback etc are all important.

Pas I bid this site farewell, I still want to remain friends with all of you. Again, my e-mail address is wndozh8er@aol.com.

Peace.

 

 

 

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