I dunno about this one.
There are times in my life looking back I am so glad I never killed myself. My personal mental decline has been.. well. Exactly that. A descent into madness. A relatively slow decline. Yet now it seems as if I cannot slip any further.
Hit bottom.
I held on and hoped that my illness would not spiral downwards. I thought things cannot feel or get worse. Yet they did.
Yet also. I did have some wonderful life moments. I think it's a terrible shame anyone should kill themselves before at least 20yrs old... Though I also understand our situations are all so different.
One of my illnesses is alcoholism. That taught me to be grateful for small things. In essence that IS looking at your situation and realising how much worse it could be, how much worse other people may be. That their pain truly IS worse than yours. You could help them. Or you could feel more of your own pain. My alcoholism is a very selfish disease anyway. I can be very selfish a times though I try so vey hard not to be so inwards.
Try and fight those demons.
Especially you younger people. It's worth hanging around if you can. Taking your life is your decision. Of course it is.. but you must be so so certain that it is your only option. Fight the demons. If you can.
The world is cunning, baffling, powerful. Mother Earth is crazy beautiful yet astoundingly cruel. The whole Ying/Yang.
I believe suffering is essential for growth anyway. Problem with mw.. I have my shell.. my physical shell. The shell is shattered now.
I cannot fight back anymore. Too tired. Seen enough. Done enough. Tried my best. So I'm leaving within the next month.