Just a quick post. My life sucks. I’m very suicidal am saving up to end my life maybe two months from now. But to save I have to give up tobacco which is going to be tough and kurb the alcohol. I’m schizophrenic and depressed and whenever I get meds for depression they work but aggregates my schizophrenia which totally suck because other than that the meds work OK. I get bored easily too which I can’t find work and dread working so my life sucks. I have been a hard worker most my life until I got my illness a few years ago. I […]
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I’ve been depressed for quite a while now and I’ve been fighting it for far too long. Hurting myself is not helping anymore and I’m just getting worse. I just need someone to tell me the best way to ensure death. Please this is not a cry for help, I’m just really too tired to live.
I just recently was discharged from a psych ward. This was my second hospitalization. I’m still suicidal and have been for a long time. My parents told me today that I need to “try harder to be happy.” I’m just sick of hearing shit like this.
I just feel like dying, how am I supposed to stop all of a sudden. I just don’t understand their logic. I’ve been struggling with depression and self harm for about 8 years now (since I was 10 years old). And haven’t felt happy to be alive in about 2 years. My suicidal thoughts / planning have increased and became […]
I have occasional voices in my head and they tell me i have till i’m 27 to live, i know i’m a bit mental, anybody else? I’m not massively suicidal but it’s when the voices come back it starts
I’ve had suicidal thoughts for a while now and I just wanted to know does overdosing on painkillers hurt? Like if I were to take 12 painkillers would it be painful?
Every single time I push myself towards doing it thats all I can think of…and my teacher wonders why he has to chastise me for taking so long to get started on it…
But this is what I chose…out of all the things I could be, I chose what I liked best, and its enough to drive me to the point of suicide…
I either need to start working or bite the bullet already…but oh no, those aren’t the two only choices obviously…there are never two choices; I could try and join the military again, if they’d take some suicidal person like me who has scars on […]
what happens after the end?
I have been suicidal since I can remember. The only thing that has stopped me from attempting (in recent years) is the fear of what will happen after I catch the bus. What if I am successful in my endeavor, only to end up in the same position again?
I have the means. I have the will. Now I just need the courage to take my final step.
Sometimes I wonder if my suicidal thoughts have a reason behind them. I mean, I know I want to die because my life is not something I appreciate, but does it have a medical reason? Could I even have depression? Could I get help?
I don’t know why I never thought of that before. I don’t want psychological help, but could it be a possibility? My family never worried about this kind of problems because I never let people know about my emotions, I’m good at hiding.
I’m really curious about this, but at the same time I don’t care. If I actually have some kind of illness […]
As if I’ll open up to any of you anymore, you lying bastards who all said I was fine as me, better even, then turned your backs the moment I needed someone? I’d rather post anonymously on a site of suicidal people than trust any of you.
I need to provide for my girls, my cats, the only two living creatures to love me unconditionally. When that’s settled, it’s over. I will have peace. And you can celebrate my death all you want.
It’s time. I’m done.
I’ve just been reading a post from about six months ago on here, and it saddens me how many users that commented on it no longer post on here.
I mean they could have turned their life around and maybe they not longer need a suicidal forum but I kind of suspect from the nature of their comments that they’re no longer with us.
What makes me even sadder is wondering who’ll still be here in six months. How many people I’ve spoken to on here on a daily basis for weeks will still be around.
I won’t be here in six months.
Is God there? I mean, there are tons of different opinions on this and any of them could be right. I honestly don’t invest anything in God or any other kind of religion. I mean if there was something out there why would we be here? Why would the site exist? Why would he punish us with whatever’s wrong with us? It doesn’t make sense to me but you know… I guess you could say some shit about the bible or whatever but honestly most of the bible is basically justifying why God doesn’t do anything, so it kinda sounds like a crock of shit to anyone with a cynical […]
Here’s to you Scott.
I didn’t know you long but you’ll leave a lasting impression with me.
Sleep well now old timer.
TC always helps keep the suicidal thoughts at bay.
I can’t even manage to think life is this hard I just wanna stop life and just go but I know there are to many people who would be affected but it’s all the time I’m having to make other people happy when I have to wear a mask of happiness so they can be happy they never seem to think about what I want whether I’m happy or not I can’t be bothered with this life anymore
I’m suicidal and have been for over 30 years, living one day at a time. That method of surviving has made life long and exhausting. I’m not suicidal because of some previous abuse (physical, sexual, etc.) or anything traumatic such as that. I’ve had a great life by most people’s standards. I just observed early in life as a shy, quiet, Asperger’s kid that there was not much to look forward to other than going through the same motions as everyone else–get educated, further that education, get some sort of job, advance in one’s career, make money, and pay bills–oh, and die. Sure there are […]
I’ve found a recurring theme in myself and other depressed/suicidal people, which I’ve found extremely interesting. You want people close to you, but at the same time, you want them as far away as possible. When I sit alone at lunch, I keep looking at my friends, silently willing them to come over, but at the same time, feeling happy that they stay away. I keep looking at my phone, desperately hoping for a text, glad that it never comes. I want my friends to help me, but then I remember that none of them can. I don’t know, I just think it’s curious.
I have not had suicidal thoughts. However, I know the pain of loneliness and the feeling of being hated and not being wanted. I know other people that have had suicidal thoughts. It is not worth it. There are many other alternatives for the pain, and there are many other people who care for you, even if you don’t think so. And if you think you do know that there is no one that cares for you, you still have one person. Me. I may not know who you are or what you look like, but I can tell you that you are a living, […]
I’m 18 and for as long as I can remember I’ve been suicidal, I would run in front of cars when I was 4 because I’d heard of people getting killed by it. My parents got calls from my elementary school because I would say I wanted to more or less die. My parents just told me to not say it anymore. By the second grade I had multiple plans to kill myself. In the 3rd grade I told one of my peers about my thoughts and he encouraged me to act upon them. I had my first suicide attempt when I was ten. My […]
To be honest I thought my depression was done with. I hadn’t had any suicidal thoughts in a good 4 months and that seemed to be how I defined depression…. Suicide. But I didn’t realise how much I’ve been staying in and drinking alone at night, how little I’ve been eating and how much I sleep during the day during those 4 months. I’ve never really associated these things with depression at all. My first suicidal thoughts since then happened a couple nights ago. Reoccurring images of familiar deaths, my family finding me, the aftermath of everything, it was like 4 months worth of suicidal […]
Travelling on a train I wonder how many of my fellow passengers suffer from suicidal thoughts; who, like me, had considered jumping under the train instead of getting on it.
In the supermarket I wonder how many of the other customers suffer from depression; who, like me, had difficulty getting out of bed and motivated.
Walking down the road I wonder how many of whose walking past suffer from social anxiety; who, like me, just want to be hidden away indoors instead.
How many others are there who suffer in quiet; ripped apart on the inside, but silent stoicism on the outer; I wonder.
I will never comprehend how most people are able to continue on with their existence without an overwhelming feeling of despair. It truly baffles me how anyone can be happy, yet I so dramatically opposite.
I wish I could free myself of my existence but it’s so hard, it’s not as if I have any attachments to this world. It’s just so hard to stay motivated for anything, hell even my suicidal depression lacks any real conviction to see my dream through.
I hope a plane crashes on top of me, I’ll even settle for a flying cow…