Do you think it’s better that we know we have the option to end our lives ourselves or would it have been better if we did not know it was possible for us to commit suicide? Does knowing we can kill ourselves make us give up more easily and not look for a solution than if we didn’t know suicide was an option?
I don’t know if that make sense just curious as to other people’s opinions.
It’s suicide vs the survival instinct.
Both ideas and feelings generated from the same brain. So why would the brain want us to survive and die ? wheres the logic ?
a short example:
experiencing a full manic episode, you a hold a knife up to your heart, you’re convinced all you wanna do is jam that baby in there, it starts with a nice big confident swing but then just before impact your arm goes soft ? or your mind goes numb and nothing happens ?? And for what. What possible reason
Some kind of fucked up cosmic joke.
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I remember my days of old, gloomy and dismal skies were my lot.
Broken, confused and distraught. When would I start enjoying life once again?
Absent friends and a flustered mentality, as days went on, so was my happiness gone.
I cannot grow old on this accursed lot of loneliness, nothingness and despair. Could I
rise from the rubble, shall I dream, do i dare? This is how life was back then. We are the
creator of our roads, navigators of our souls, elevating us towards our goals.
It is time to take this dream and make it a reality.
Do you ever get the angry side of being suicidal ? i was just surrounded by people telling me that i’m perfectly fine and theres nothing wrong, the same people who spoon feed me the pills that are designed to basically make you humble in your intolerable situations, and they laugh and poke you as if waiting for a punchline in some massive bloody joke.
my mind instantly went to that place, which most of us probably call home, and i thought.
if i’m willing to end my own life in the most brutal of ways
then what’s stopping me from massacring my current tormentors ?
its a little […]
I’ve read that 2/3 of all people who’ve committed suffered from mental illness, but what about the other 1/3 who didn’t? And I’m not counting the terminally ill — to me, that’s a no-brainer.  Are there rational reasons for deciding to end one’s life?
I see people constantly answer in the negative on other forums, but I can’t see how this can be an objective viewpoint. Â Everyone says ‘there is always hope’ or — my favorite brainless platitude – Â ‘suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.’ Â I have a feeling that people who say that haven’t had a whole lot of serious problems — and […]
I watch, with dry eyes, as my freedom, my one true escape from despair, burns before me. The fire roars and crackles, spitting out white sparks wildly and furiously. I feel my eyes turn pink and my skin dry and tighten as the remaining happiness lifts from my body, like the heat rises from the flame. I try to grasp my freedom, and save it from the torturous fire but my fingers blister and burn with the slightest touch.
Why must this happen to us? Instead of being strong and fighting for my freedom, like the majority of others, I give up after the first […]
Sidenote: This will be cross posted on Reddit.
Like many of you, life has slowed from a run to a crawl. I’m 18 years old. For many reasons ranging from my intelligence(or lack thereof), my family and my looks, I’m warming to the possibility of killing myself sometime in the near future. The main reason I suppresses my suicidal tendencies is because of, you guessed it, my parents. They’ve worked inconceivably hard to allow us to live as comfortably as we do, or as they do. I’m not going to lie to you all, I’d be considered upper-middle class in the American Northeast, with tuition fully payed […]
I miss you. I miss us. I like to think that maybe someday, we will try again.
Hey kiddo, I don’t know if you still wander around this site (you know who you are), but if you do I wanted to tell you something. Your great grandma died on this day sixteen years ago, I wish she would have had the chance to know you. She would have loved you so much, she never judged people who think like us. She would have told you how wonderful you are and given you a million and one reasons to never give up. I miss her and she isn’t here to say those things to you, but I am. I love you so much, […]
So I have a friend who is in all honors classes and she acts all preppy and nice and innocent but when she gets around me she acts her true self (cursing, talking shit, laughing, making jokes you know the normal stuff us teens do). So we were in school in the hallway and she cursed and one of her teachers walked by , so she ran around the corner hiding to make surehe didnt know it was her. As she was running she told me not to say her name outloud because she didnt want her teacher knowing it was her who cursed and […]
People have little choice over the circumstances they are born into- even less do we have a choice about being born in the first place. Life and its trials are unceremoniously thrust upon us.
Most people, if asked, would not want to end their lives. Sure enough, time inevitably breeds vanity as a survival mechanism in all of us.
It is a very different question to ask if someone would’ve preferred not to have been born at all. Many people who are not suicidal would still, if they had the power to turn back time, wish to prevent their birth.
To me this speaks of a fundamental lack […]
I won’t die until late August, but this is the note for when I do. I need to share it.
My suicide note (In preparation for the inevitable. In preparation for the end of the story that has been embedded in my genes since I was an infant):
They say life is a bad joke. They are wrong, it is a good one. When we were little they told us that we were special. That we were unique. That we were all winners. That we mattered. That there is justice in the universe. That we were lucky enough to be born in the greatest country in the […]
I am really so sick of living already, people are so mean to each other and forget about what they really are. We are organic matter. We are animals who developped enough, over centuries, their frontal lobe so that we can think. That is all, really. Why bother with HAVING to work, HAVING to be beautiful, HAVING money, HAVING power…. can’t we just embrace life? This universe will go to waste anyways, so why learn at school? The fact that I know how to spell words in a language we use, what’s that giving me as a creature, a living thing that really only needs […]
So where were the spiders?
While the fly tried to break our balls.
Just the beer lights to guide us.
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands?
Ziggy played for time,
Jiving us that we were voodoo
The kids were just crass,
He was the Naz
With god given ass.
He took it all to far,
But boy could he play guitar!!
My criminal law professor asked. Most of my classmates were silent, while the two or three debaters exploded at each other over that question.
Their voices were tuned out as I pondered this predicament; what would it be like to be murdered? I have been raped before, and I know of the pain that comes along with it, externally and internally. But to be free from this hell by someone else’s hand? Would that be a viable option?
My family would have someone to direct their blame, instead of blaming themselves for my death. The murderer would have gotten their frustration out, and I would be free […]
and if each of us are doomed to continue like this, fuck it
“find a hobby” when you’re tired of doing that, then what?
“take a nap” I can’t nap forever. what do you want me to do?
“its not your fault” yeah well when your human incubation system fails you and you face stretching your vagina for a dead baby you come back and try saying that again
Well, up until summer of ’11, everything was going alright. Yes, I was still your average 6th grader. Bullied and all. But, my parents were also dealing with divorce. Their fighting kept me up at night. Which, eventually started my cutting habits. After their papers were signed and our house was sold, everything got worse. My dad ended up being obsessed with my mom. She bought a house and he would drive past it everyday. He’d go to her work and sit in the parking lot. Â He would text and call her non-stop. Well, my mom got a boyfriend which caused my dad to eventually […]
… Sometimes i wish that this is all just a dream, but sometimes i wish that i don’t want to live in sin.
Many times disapointed, but I still stand tall.
Waiting for a miracle to bring me up. My eyes are seen my own truth in the world full of lies, oh God is there Hope for us, for us? Similar souls who try so hard – To live lie … I saw everythin but still stuck in prison wearing a chains, oh god can you hear me now? Where are you, i still wanna touch the edge of the greatness but i can’t […]
I wish,
oh how I wish I had the strength to bring my breath to a stop,
I’m stuck between my loved ones and death,
And they don’t suspect my last breath.
— I wish i had the strength to kill myself, but I cant, because no one knows what death is like. So many religions around the world have their own ideals and perspectives. Some I used to follow till they yelled, stared down at me, ignore me, bullied me and drove me into the smallest corner of the church to hide. Til’ my family was done with their business there. Â Sometimes my sister would sit next to […]
I wish all of us on here could just get together in one place and hug and cry and eat a lot of food. Especially since so many of us are so lonely and no one else understands what we’re going through.
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