wanttodie
Enlightened
- Apr 19, 2018
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I'm alive because I'm afraid my me
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wont work need to die when I find a good method well kill me
I'm still alive because it's sunny again today.
It's a stupid reason, but I love sunlight that much. Basking in it. Laying in it. Soaking it in. People have joked that I am a plant.
A few things keep me here, but overwhelmingly, it is sunlight. Nature. Animals. Things I'm allergic to but still find magical.
Good for you.I'm alive because of my pet. If I did not have her, I would be gone. I have no illusions that she would miss me when I am gone (she'll love anyone who'll feed her), but it is my responsibility to find her a good home. I refuse to surrender her to a shelter or give her to someone I don't know. Until I decide where to place her, I cannot grant myself the peace to CTB.
I'm still alive because it's sunny again today.
It's a stupid reason, but I love sunlight that much. Basking in it. Laying in it. Soaking it in. People have joked that I am a plant.
A few things keep me here, but overwhelmingly, it is sunlight. Nature. Animals. Things I'm allergic to but still find magical.
I'm afraid of eternal oblivion.
She has brought a lot of joy in my life. The least I can do is make sure she is taken care of AND it is my responsibility as a pet owner — she did not force me to adopt her. Thinking about her welfare also safeguards against me making rash decisions. CTBing is not a decision to be made lightly and I want no regrets.Good for you.
I'm alive because of my pet. If I did not have her, I would be gone. I have no illusions that she would miss me when I am gone (she'll love anyone who'll feed her), but it is my responsibility to find her a good home. I refuse to surrender her to a shelter or give her to someone I don't know. Until I decide where to place her, I cannot grant myself the peace to CTB.
I live because i don't have balls to end it. For now.
I'm alive because I'm afraid my memethod wont work need to die when I find a goodmethod well kill me
I'm afraid of failing with the method I choose and becoming a vegetable. And not having the ability to leave my bed for decades, let alone make a second suicide attempt. That's really the only reason why I'm alive.
I don't even care about any 15 minute pain I might feel from my method.15 minutes is nothing compared to 60 years of living.
I am prone to making emotional decisions. A lot of the mistakes I've made in life can be attributed to me making rash decisions while in the throes of a depressive episode. The dog makes me act like, as Prince says, my age instead of my shoe size!I like your way of thinking.
I'm more afraid of Boris Johnson becoming the next PM. That's eternal damnation...
Oblivion sounds so comforting to me. I guess it is because the depressive thoughts whip around my mind constantly like a tornado. An eternity of peace and quiet would be welcome.I'm afraid of eternal oblivion.
Oblivion sounds so comforting to me. I guess it is because the depressive thoughts whip around my mind constantly like a tornado. An eternity of peace and quiet would be welcome.
Come on, N is a available, why choose any other method?I'm afraid of failing with the method I choose and becoming a vegetable. And not having the ability to leave my bed for decades, let alone make a second suicide attempt. That's really the only reason why I'm alive.
I don't even care about any 15 minute pain I might feel from my method.15 minutes is nothing compared to 60 years of living.
Oblivion sounds so comforting to me. I guess it is because the depressive thoughts whip around my mind constantly like a tornado. An eternity of peace and quiet would be welcome.
True. I think I misinterpreted @Tortured_empath. To me, oblivion means that I will cease to exist — no immortal soul, no afterlife. How could I be bored if I no longer exist?A few weeks would be nice, but an eternity would bore the shit out of me.
True. I think I misinterpreted @Tortured_empath. To me, oblivion means that I will cease to exist — no immortal soul, no afterlife. How could I be bored if I no longer exist?
Now, if oblivion means that my soul would ascend to some plane where there is nothingness and I would just sit and stare into the aether — I agree with you wholeheartedly. That would be a miserable existence— I would rather go to Biblehell.
Exactly, that too, is one of the biggest reasons. my mom's 60, almost 61.sometimes i feel like i'm waiting my mom's death to kill myself bc i really dont want to ruin her life or leave her alone (she's not that old (53 y/o))
I fucking understand, if my parents would've listenI want to live and have a good life. I feel like I have so much to live for and so much potential. Life has fucked me over to the point that I am incapable of trusting anyone and I am starting to think that my very spirit is now broken. I don't think it's going to repair itself or bounce back this time. I've been extremely fortunate to have had the some of the best psychological and psychiatric treatment available in the world in the last 1.5 yrs and I have learned so much about myself and I know life would be easier for me going forward because of it but something deep inside me just can't bring itself to participate in the world again and rebuild my life. I feel it deep down that I've just had enough shit. I was actually beginning to get ready to go back to work a few months ago and had a great business opportunity arise out of the blue. I grabbed it and went for it. I went into a business arrangement with someone and he fucked me over badly and it sealed this feeling for me. I can't seem to bring myself to put myself into a situation where I can be fucked over again, and that includes pretty much all situations.
Yes I take responsibility for bad decisions (like telling a co-worker the boss looked at my boobs a lot, which resulted in me having to resign from my last job), etc, but I wouldn't be where I am without having been fucked over by an incompetent psychiatrist and the childhood I had. Where am I? I want to live. I don't want to kill myself but I have to support myself to survive in this world, and it would appear I am no longer able to because my spirit is broken. I am educated, professional and have skillsets that are rare and in high demand and pay well. But I just can't bring myself to go back. Once my money runs out, I'll have to kill myself because its the only choice I have unless I want to be homeless. Fuck no. Talk about things getting worse.