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Euthanasia in Belgium and the Netherlands (and the debate surrounding it)

by Taf Taf
written by Taf Taf

I must apologize in advance, because I’m going to put a lot of videos and articles in this post and it will probably occupy a lot of space on the starting page of this site (needless to say, feel free to write your opinions about euthanasia in the comment section).

 

https://theconversation.com/separating-fact-from-fiction-about-euthanasia-in-belgium-58203

Euthanasia in Belgium

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3748787/Euthanasia-tourists-rush-Belgium-free-lethal-injections-staggering-2-023-medically-killed-year.html

https://newsmavens.com/news/aha-moments/2088/belgium-fears-euthanasia-tourism

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2018/12/24/brussels-denies-eu-rules-encourage-euthanasia-tourism/

And a PDF about euthanasia in Belgium:

Euthanasia practice in Belgium

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Cat Stevens – Trouble

by Taf Taf
written by Taf Taf

Lyrics:

Trouble, oh trouble set me free

I have seen your face and it’s too much, too much for me

Trouble, oh trouble can’t you see

You’re eating my heart away and there’s nothing much left of me

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I’ve drunk your wine, you have made your world mine

So won’t you be fair, so won’t you be fair

I don’t want no more of you, so won’t you be kind to me

Just let me go where I’ll have to go there

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Trouble, oh trouble move away

I have seen your face and it’s too much for me today

Trouble, oh trouble can’t you see

You have made me a wreck, now won’t you leave me in my misery

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I’ve seen your eyes and I can see death’s disguise

Hangin’ on me, hangin’ on me

I’m beat, I’m torn, shattered and tossed and worn

Too shocking to see, too shocking to see

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Trouble, oh trouble move from me

I have paid my dept, now won’t you leave me in my misery

Trouble, oh trouble please be kind

I don’t want no fight and I haven’t got a lot of time

– –

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trouble_(Cat_Stevens_song)

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Charles Baudelaire – The Desire for Annihilation (Le Goût du néant)

by Taf Taf
written by Taf Taf

(poème de Baudelaire en Anglais et en Français)

 

The Desire for Annihilation (translated by William Aggeler)

 

Dejected soul, once anxious for the strife,

Hope, whose spur fanned your ardor into flame,

No longer wishes to mount you! Lie down shamelessly,

Old horse who stumbles over every rut.

Resign yourself, my heart; sleep your brutish sleep.

Conquered, foundered spirit! For you, old jade,

Love has no more relish, no more than war;

Farewell then, songs of the brass and sighs of the flute!

Pleasure, tempt no more a dark, sullen heart!

Adorable spring has lost its fragrance!

And Time engulfs me minute by minute,

As the immense snow a stiffening corpse;

I survey from above the roundness of the globe

And I no longer seek there the shelter of a hut.

Avalanche, will you sweep me along in your fall?

—

Le Goût du néant

 

Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte,

L’Espoir, dont l’éperon attisait ton ardeur,

Ne veut plus t’enfourcher! Couche-toi sans pudeur,

Vieux cheval dont le pied à chaque obstacle butte.

Résigne-toi, mon coeur; dors ton sommeil de brute.

Esprit vaincu, fourbu! Pour toi, vieux maraudeur,

L’amour n’a plus de goût, non plus que la dispute;

Adieu donc, chants du cuivre et soupirs de la flûte!

Plaisirs, ne tentez plus un coeur sombre et boudeur!

Le Printemps adorable a perdu son odeur!

Et le Temps m’engloutit minute par minute,

Comme la neige immense un corps pris de roideur;

— Je contemple d’en haut le globe en sa rondeur

Et je n’y cherche plus l’abri d’une cahute.

Avalanche, veux-tu m’emporter dans ta chute?

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmstqlIziZ4

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Gary Clark Jr. – When My Train Pulls In

by Taf Taf
written by Taf Taf

 

Lyrics:

 

Everyday nothing seems to change

Everywhere I go I keep seeing the same old things

and I, I can’t take it no more

I would leave this town, but I,

I ain’t got nowhere else to go

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Wake up in the morning to more,

more bad news and I

sometimes I feel like I was born to lose and I,

It’s driving me out of my mind

Gonna catch the next train and I

move on down the line

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I’ll be ready now

I’ll be ready when my train pulls in

I’ll be ready now

I’ll be ready when my train pulls in

I know my time ain’t long and I,

I can’t live this life again – no, no, no

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Walkin’ down the street you might wanna cross a smiling face, but they’ll

stab you in the back as soon as you turn – walk away –  and I

Oh Lord, it’s bringing me down

If things don’t change around here

ain’t no use in me hanging ’round

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I’ll be ready now

I’ll be ready when my train pulls in

I’ll be ready now

I’ll be ready when my train pulls in

I know my time ain’t long around here and I,

I can’t live this life again – no, no, no

 

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Something’s missing but what.

by livedie
written by livedie

I have everything in my life yet there is a great sadness in my heart. I just feel so hopeless and sad. And the worst thing is I have no idea why I feel so worthless and so tired of living. Everyday, I wish to die but I am afraid to try to do it on my own because I am scared about what will happen if i fail in my attempt. Everyday I wake up, I feel sad that I am still alive.  I am an atheist. So, I don’t think some magic will happen and I shall be me again. I am lost. I just know that death is my friend. Why do I feel this way? I am losing myself everyday. I tried going to the doctor but it becomes same again once I stop taking the medicines. I wish I could die. Why live? I just can’t. It is difficult for me but I cannot tell anyone else about how I feel. This sadness and despair in my heart is taking me to the hell gates of depression again. I wish there was an escape.

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Skip James – Hard Time Killin’ Floor Blues

by Taf Taf
written by Taf Taf

(Acoustic) Blues

 

Lyrics:

Hard times is here and everywhere you go

Times are harder than ever been before

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You know that people, they are driftin’ from door to door

But they can’t find no heaven, I don’t care where they go

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People, if I ever can get up off of this old hard killin’ floor

Lord, I’ll never get down this low no more

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When you hear me singin’ this old lonesome song

People, you know these hard times can last us so long

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You know, you say you had money, you better be sure

Lord, these hard times gon’ kill you, just drag on slow

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The Beatles – Eleanor Rigby

by Taf Taf
written by Taf Taf

Lyrics:
Ah, look at all the lonely people…
Ah, look at all the lonely people…
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Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been,
Lives in a dream…
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door,
Who is it for…
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All the lonely people,
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong?
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Father McKenzie writing the words
Of a sermon that no one will hear,
No one comes near…
Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there’s nobody there,
What does he care…
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All the lonely people,
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong?
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Ah, look at all the lonely people…
Ah, look at all the lonely people…
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Eleanor Rigby died in the church
And was buried along with her name,
Nobody came…
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave,
No one was saved…
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All the lonely people,
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people,
Where do they all belong?
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Paul Durcan – Thinking About Suicide

by Taf Taf
written by Taf Taf

Although I may never commit suicide

I spend parts of each day thinking about suicide –

Thinking about how I lack the courage to do it.

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I wake in the mourning with 60 per cent depression.

That’s how it remains for the whole day,

Except for the odd occasion in a year

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In the doorway or on the street I meet by chance

For a few minutes a woman passing-by

Who has the time to stop and talk for three minutes

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Or five minutes or even sometimes seven or eight minutes,

Who rocks back on her heels in her pink, hooped skirt

With laughter, no matter what the topic.

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Depression and despair are two different states

Of mind, not having a lot in common.

Although I have 60 per cent depression, I do not despair.

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I do not see eye to eye with Samuel Beckett

Who disapproved of suicide and who promulgated

The doctrine of ”going on” for the sake of ”going on”.

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Estranged from my family, if I do not soon

Take my own life, others will take it from me –

Hooded males with knives in their tracksuits

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Or medics in their scrubs prancing corridors

Or cowpat-faced ward sisters smirking

Or ice-cold proprietors of old peoples’s homes.

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How is it that you do not see it, Samuel,

That I do not want to go on for the sake of going on –

Seeing the same old, tired-out impressionist paintings again and again?

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Men are such po-faced bores.

Each one of them an editor-in-chief.

I wand to stand still by the water’s edge.

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I want to hold a woman’s hand for the last time.

I want to fill my pockets with Palaeozoic stones.

I want to open my eyes.

 

From the collection Praise In Which I Live And Move And Have My Being (2012).

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Suicide sites

by Taf Taf
written by Taf Taf

Have you ever tried or even thought about committing suicide to any of these places? And do you have a place in which you would like to commit (or attempt) suicide?

As for me, I went to the Corinth Canal several times (for those who don’t know, I live in Athens, Greece), but I never thought to jump from the Acropolis of Athens… And I keep wondering why…

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Constantine P. Cavafy – Trojans

by Taf Taf
written by Taf Taf

Our efforts are those of men prone to disaster;

our efforts are like those of the Trojans.

We just begin to get somewhere,

gain a little confidence,

grow almost bold and hopeful,

–

when something always comes up to stop us:

Achilles leaps out of the trench in front of us

and terrifies us with his violent shouting.

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Our efforts are like those of the Trojans.

We think we’ll change our luck

by being resolute and daring,

so we move outside ready to fight.

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But when the great crisis comes,

our boldness and resolution vanish;

our spirit falters, paralyzed,

and we scurry around the walls

trying to save ourselves by running away.

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Yet we’re sure to fail. Up there,

high on the walls, the dirge has already began.

They’re mourning the memory, the aura of our days.

Priam and Hecuba mourn for us bitterly.

 

 

(translation by Edmund Keeley/Philip Sherrard)

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Brian Eno – By This River

by Taf Taf
written by Taf Taf

 

Here we are

Stuck by this river,

You and I

Underneath a sky that’s ever falling down, down, down

Ever falling down

Through the day

As if on an ocean

Waiting here,

Always failing to remember why we came, came, came:

I wonder why we came

You talk to me

as if from a distance

And I reply

With impressions chosen from another time, time, time,

From another time

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help me

by gabriella_
written by gabriella_

I don’t know how to handle this. I’m only 15 years old. How do you deal with depression, with feeling all alone, with wanting to die all the time? Sure I have friends that know what I’m going through cause they’re going through the same thing… but what if this makes you even sadder and depressed than you already are. I just want to be alone all the time. My parents don’t understand it. I do this thing where I refuse to get up and go to school because it hurts too much to move and I can’t even fathom being around people all day, I just wanna stay in bed all day and cry and sleep. My parents say that everyone has to go school, and I quote, “Why do you doing this!” I wonder if they realized that if I could I wouldn’t feel this way. I don’t purposely try and feel this way… I don’t know why I always feel this way.  I look on this site and I see people writing about being depressed for a reason like they were raped, beaten, or it’s just genetic. and here I am I feel so petty cause I don’t really have a reason. I have friends. my parents have money. what more can someone can ask for. sure my parents work a lot, and my dad may have a drinking problem that gets out of hand sometimes… but I feel like other people are just going through so much more and they’re doing ok. and those who aren’t at least have a decent reason for not being. is this natural to feel this way? one morning I was completely broken down in the corner sobbing just ready to die. so I sent my parents a text blaming them for everything, and I know that was unfair of me. so my mom picked me up and took me to my dads work while I was still crying and everything and my dad sat me dad in his office and told me he was never home because he was working not because he was out drinking, which I know is bullshit, then he told me I was just feeling this way cause everyone goes through this around my age…then w never talked about it again. my family has this thing with ignoring their problems. the other day my dad just mad me so mad, sad, and angry all at once and it was over the simplest thing ever, I notice I have a tendency to do that, and I went in my room fell on the floor in the corner and curled up in a ball. I was crying so hard and I just wanted to die so much. my mom came in my room saw me laying there and started to ask me what was wrong, and I just laid there. she tried to get me to uncurl but when she couldn’t she just walked out and we never talked about it again. I don’t think I can put up with feeling this way much longer, I mean this feeling is always there always looming over me even when I’m just happy, I guess I’ve just learned to overlook it till its too late. how do I ask for help before it’s too late? what if they just brush it off? what if no one helps me?

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I feel Alone

by Nugget
written by Nugget

I’ve complemented suicide since I was 7-years-old, it’s tragic and horrific knowing children experience such thoughts so young. I come from a family where discipline means a visit to a room with the doors closed and anything at hand. It meant having to contain my tears and cries or the pain would just get worse. At 13 I got bullied for being Hispanic, it was the first time I realized skin color had a meaning. I was stereotyped as a Mexican whose dad left and the only thing I’ve ever accomplished was hoping the border. My mother at that time would make my life at home no better, and as soon as she saw my cuts and scars, therapy was where she sent me. I didn’t last long there, specifically because mom would make fun of me for being depressed and telling my problems weren’t real. She wanted to send me back to my country where my dad lives, but he did not want me and was forced to keep me. I am 17 now and I’m proud to admit I’ve survived so many tormented nights, where tears would continuously flow. Sadly, though, I feel depressed as ever, it’s like a sharp pain that drags from your heart to your hands and throughout your body and so on. Not to mention how you have to hold the tears and sobs so no one will hear. It hurts. The only thing keeping me away from a rope and ladder is my boyfriend but even then it makes me feel most lonely since he lives 400 miles away and we can’t see each other often.

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Behind the closed door.

by AmandaBen
written by AmandaBen

A poem written by me during my darkest moments.

 

Behind the closed door

 

Behind the closed door

Lies a girl who hides her pain

Buried in so much sorrow

All hope is being drained

 

Behind the closed door

Lies a girl practicing to smile

To hide the truth from everyone

A mask in which will only stay for a while

 

Behind the closed door

Lies a girl with cuts that bleed red

From unbearable sadness

She’s only hanging by a thread

 

Behind the closed door

Lies a girl who could no longer cry

She starts thinking

How will she say goodbye?

 

Behind the closed door

Lies a girl perfectly still

Who lost all hope

Who lost all will

 

Behind the closed door

Was where a girl once used to be

Who was burdened by sadness

But is now happy and free

 

–  A. B

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I feel like I should end my life

by Cryinginsilence
written by Cryinginsilence

I don’t have that many friends and I’ve been abused. Not many people are there for me and I constantly feel alone all the time. Last night I was sobbing really hard and I had nobody to talk too. I constantly feel like nobody cares about me and that my life is pointless. I’m always helping other people out with their problems but when it comes to me I get nothing. I’ve even reached out to Forums and hardly nobody responded which makes me feel even worse and that nobody cares about me. Not even my own family supports me. I’m constantly always supporting people and I end up getting taking advantage up. Feel so lonely right now and have nobody to talk too. Hate the way I feel right now. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten a hug too. Don’t see any hope for me in the future at all. Right now I’m crying my eyes out and nobody even notices. I feel so alone right now and I hate the way I feel. All I want is to be happy, though all I feel is sadness and pain.

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Drowning in Sadness

by moonharrier23
written by moonharrier23

I haven’t always felt the way I do now. At one point, the only thing that crossed my mind was happiness; but that was long ago. In the last few years, I’ve suffered from bipolar depression and severe anxiety. There are things that bother me now, which in the past, they never would have. Every day I wake up and I realize that the only feeling I truly identify with is sadness: pure sadness. I’ve told the people I know that I have thoughts of killing myself every single day of my life, but I feel like no one actually listens to what I’m saying. This whole time, I’ve been asking for help. I’ve been asking for someone to save me, but nothing; nothing happens. I hate that I have to do this all on my own. It’s certainly not the easiest thing to deal with by yourself. Hating- no, despising your own body every single second, of every single day; that’s what I have to go through. Every day I glance at the bottle of medicine on my computer desk, but I have yet to use it the improper way. I have a baby to worry about and a little girl doesn’t deserve to go without her father. I think that my daughter is the only reason I haven’t given up yet. No matter how many people would miss me, the thought of my little girl is the only thing that keeps me from doing the unforgivable. I don’t know how much longer I can deal with these sensations or feelings. To be honest, I don’t know if I can make it to the end of the year or even the end of the month.

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Literally, Just A Friend.

by http.nicole
written by http.nicole

I have friends. Well, not many, but I have them. I’m not very popular and the friends I do have are ones that are the kind that stick by you through everything. They help, or try to, but the depression I have goes beyond anybody. I’m not looking for sympathy, for comfort. I’m just looking for someone to understand.

I’m just a sad teenager from Flordia. Literally, if anybody wants to chat with me, to be my friend, please. I’m here.

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What Are Your Reasons To Stay Alive?

by They Call Me Amy
written by They Call Me Amy

Today I had a breakdown again, and I decided to do a list of things that I really enjoy and I’ll miss if I kill myself, because I will be… uhm… dead. So these are 16 things that can help me get through this day, and maybe tomorrow, and next week.

There is nothing very special here, but these are the things that bring some joy to my life, and they are my reasons to stay alive and not kill myself. I will read them every morning so they can help me battle my urges. Tell me about yours too! 🙂

1. My Parents
2. My Boyfriend
3. The Sound of the Rain
4. French Fries
5. Hot Chocolate
6. Salad
7. Strawberries
8. The Ocean
9. Color Pencils
10. Going to Greece someday
11. Having a Family
12. Sunrise
13. Writing
14. Harry Potter
15. Orange Juice
16. H3h3Productions

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My Story…

by Airrie
written by Airrie

I’ve heard so many life stories… Some sad, some happy, and some all of the above, but now I want to share mine… So here we go… Hey, my name is Arianna… I’m a 13 year old girl. I guess you could say I’ve been through a lot in life, but not as much as others… Currently I’m in a depression.. I lose and gain my appetite all the time, for no reason at all, I’ll get sad and or angry at myself, and lastly….. I self-harm… It all started 2-3 years ago. I was being bullied by two boys, that I will not name. These boys would remind me that I was fat… I’d usually just ignore it, I would pretend it didn’t faze me.. But that just made them try harder. One day they called me all of these names, that I rather not repeat. I couldn’t take it anymore. These boys lived in my neighborhood so I could easily walk home, so that’s what I did. I stormed inside crying and yelling for my mom, but she was with her friend, five or so houses down the street. My eyes instantly fell on a drawer filled with utensils like wooden spoons, spatulas, and knives. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, telling myself I wouldn’t do it. I would not turn to knives and sharp objects to cope with my feelings and emotions… But that’s exactly what I did; I grabbed the sharpest knife from that drawer and ran to the bathroom. I sat on the toilet lid, debating on whether I should permanently scar my body. That’s when all of the thoughts and memories flooded my brain.. All the times I was called names, all the times I felt worthless and all the times I thought the world would be better off without me… I took that knife I slid it against my wrist 4-5 times and countless times on my ankle… Something triggered in me that day, something that I would regret forever.. Skip a few months. I didn’t harm myself at all over those few months. Yes, I was still being called names by the two boys that had started the bullying from the beginning. The eldest one somewhat died down on the whole bullying thing, but the youngest kept on trying harder and harder. My mom soon found out, she checked my wrists, nothing. Skip about a year later. I didn’t self-harm at all. One of them moved and the other stopped bullying me. I thought the self-harm thing was just faze, but I was wrong… I started hating my body and was just always depressed.. I began cutting again more and more, but only my legs and or my stomach… I’m not proud of what I’ve been doing for several years now; I don’t just go around telling people either. I know I need help, but I just don’t simply want it. I know I should stop, but I cant.. It’s harder to stop then to begin. Everyone copes with their feelings differently… The way I cope with mine just happens to be one of the ways how many, many others cope with theirs… And I also do think about suicide all the time.

 

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