yui_suicisawa
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- Jun 11, 2026
- 6
haiii i've been lurking this website for a good amount of time since i've heard about it in youtube videos (that often painted it in a poor light) but after lurking for a while i noticed that the users weren't the sadists that journalists made them out to be. i always thought that i would kill myself, but i didn't know that the thoughts i had were shared by so many people. a little about myself, but i've been struggling with suicidal ideation since i was five years old. i harmed myself for the very first time by stabbing myself in the palm with a pencil in front of my parents. my suicidal ideation has been bugging me for a good seventeen years now. i don't think that i ever got the chance to live a normal life, but i'm also coming to terms with it. i've made an account here because i've come the closest to dying that i ever had this past weekend. i don't have access to firearms and don't take drugs out of moral obligation. i know a lot of people who have died to drugs accidentally, so to knowingly take the same opiates that killed my buddies wouldn't sit right with me. my preferred method of suicide is jumping. i'm an athlete and walked thirteen kilometers on an empty stomach to attempt suicide on a mountain-range called the hanging hills. these hills have several thirty meter drops, but i'm a little worried about all the tree branches below the cliffs breaking my fall or making it unnecessarily painful. i think i want to jump with my back turned to the ground so that i can view the clouds instead of what i'll be crashing into. my last attempt didn't succeed because i backed out on the edge of the cliff. survival instinct is no joke, but i'm going to try and get it right. it feels weird because there are dozens of people that love me and hundreds of fans of my work, but i feel like i'll never be okay until i'm dead. the amount of love and care i receive cannot cure the rabid self hatred and mental illness that's inside of me. i already have an obituary written and my experience inside of a mental hospital has truly deterred me from failing again. i think that my story goes to show that someone could have everything "look good" on paper, but everything bad in their mind. i know that my suicide will baffle many, but no one truly knows what seventeen years of chronic depression will do to someone unless they've lived it. i tried counseling, i tried support groups, i tried safety plans, i tried living for others rather than myself, but this burning urge to commit suicide will never leave me. i feel like the world will be better without me, despite the people that scream at me how "good" of a person i am. every time i hear that, i feel like i'm tricking them. no matter how beloved i am in their eyes, i will always look at my reflection with disgust. i think that relationship problems were the final straw for me. i chose life for her, not myself, which is my fault, but losing her has made me lose the only thing motivating me to pursue this life. i thought that through devotion and love, i could overcome my suicidal ideation. i took a lot of emotional abuse because i didn't care. i would have let her abuse me until we were dead and old. i only wanted to be by her side. now she's gone.