With all the things going on in my life, from uncertainty, poverty, loneliness, feelings of being overwhelmed, depressed, ignored, forgotten, and so forth, it's hard to grasp a reason to keep going on. Suicide is not on my mind often, or for a very long time, but the occasional thought pops up when I'm up late at night (like right now) with nothing to do, nobody to talk to, and left to be alone with my thoughts.
How many others have felt or do feel this way, at times? Those that do, what do you do to overcome the depression? Those that don't, what do you think keeps you from such morbid thoughts? Mostly, I'm curious as to everybody's experience with suicide, be it their own, a friend's, family member's, neighbor's, or otherwise.
I think about it sometimes, because it's such a fascinating subject. Destroying in a few moments something that took years and years of hard work to develop and maintain. I think about murder, too. It's a very compelling thing to think about.
I doubt any circumstances would ever drive me to do either, though. Both are most commonly done either out of desperation or stupidity, and I don't think I will ever lose so much self-control so as to end up attempting suicide or murder. Sometimes, when I am in a fairly reckless mood, and am short-tempered, I will go out and do dangerous activities, such as leaping across deep ravines, or jumping from high cliffs into pools of water whose depth I am uncertain of. I actually feel tempted to toy with fate, sometimes... restaining myself from doing so causes me to be so irritable I can't help myself from lashing out at everyone around me and myself, so I think it's better I give in to my strange urges. Sometimes, I feel invincible, other times, I gaze in wonderment down at the streamlets of blood flowing from my arms or legs, or my torn-up feet after a masochistic barefoot wander over jagged lava rock. As I revel in the pain, admiring my injuries and feeling eager for the physical and mental relief provided by self-administered medical attention, I am reminded of my own true mortality and fragility. It feels good and proper to get myself hurt sometimes, but I will never willingly force my own death.
[quote=A friend of mine]If I ever commit suicide, I'm going to eat a bunch of Pop Rocks and drink a bunch of Coca- Cola first to play a joke on the guy who does my autopsy. He'll find them in my stomach and **** his pants with laughter.
Only posted a few hours ago. WHAT A COINCIDENCE.
I've only thought about committing suicide once, and that was a few years ago when I was more easily influenced by people on the Interwebz. And it wasn't even a cool suicide. I imagined jumping off my roof to do the deed. Looking back, I laugh at myself.
Maybe once I'm old and I've done everything I want to do I'll off myself (just to avoid the whole ****ty old age thing), but aside from that I've got too much **** to look forward to.
Eh, I went through a horribly rough period in my life where I seriously considered it more than once. The more you think about it, the more depressed you get, and the more you want to do it. So it's a pretty vicious circle. I just never went through with it because I didn't have the guts. Plus, it would have probably killed my mom. So I couldn't bring myself to do it, for those reasons and more.
As for getting over it, I didn't really do anything. I just waited until the various issues worked themselves out and things got better. After that, I changed my attitude allowing me to be a lot more apathetic about things, thus not really being affected. Which probably isn't a good thing, but oh well. Things improved, I'm happy now, my life is going well.
That's also definitely not how you want to handle the situation, because if you wait long enough, who knows what's going to happen. Best to seek some professional help, like a therapist, do something active that you enjoy to take your mind off whatever it is, while trying to fix them.
I just think it's all in my head and get over it.
If I go down I'm taking you all with me!
I've never had suicidal thoughts. I enjoy life too much to think about ending it.
And, I think of it from a logical point of view, as well. Many religions believe that suicide leads to Hell, or at least, not heaven. So, if you believe in that, it's getting you nowhere. And on the other hand, if you do'nt have religion, and don't believe in an afterlife, well then, you're ending the only thing you have.
Even if you end it, it's not like you'll be able to feel better, since you're nonexistant, amirite?
Anyway, a close friend of mine came close to commiting suicide. She was having a bad life. Her friends started forsaking her, she wasn't able to talk to her parents without ending up in fights, sometimes physical. Everything in her life seemed to be going wrong, and she ended up cutting a heart into her wrist. Turns out that several years ago, she was going through the same thing and she tried to cut the artery on her leg. She's happy now, and regrets ever thinking those thoughts.
Most people who consider suicide laugh or regret it later on. ;|
supposedly I've got bad chemicals in my mind that make me think about suicide a few times a month. I've learned to just live with it, telling myself to stop being so pathetic and move on. Of course, I haven't really had any good reasons to commit suicide, I've just overexaggerated how I felt.
I generally feel better when I talk with someone a little bit and tell them how I'm feeling and why I'm feeling it. It gets a load of your shoulders when you tell people how you feel.
and no, I've never attempted it, but I have stopped at our medicine cabinet once or twice to pull something out, only to put it back a second later.
I realize that I'm too good to go out like that
to get over my depression, I pretty much just forced myself to stop being a little ***** about thigns I couldnt control, and forced myself to go out and have fun until i was over it.
Worked pretty well.
I'd never commit suicide. My boss always said it's a "permanent solution to a temporary problem." But even though some problems are permanent, I still wouldn't. I guess due to the fact that I'm religious and all. Thus, I believe if you commit suicide, regardless of circumstance, you burn in Hell for all eternity, so that's a no go for me.
Catholicism get, as well as various forms of Christanity. I'm scared to death of eternal punishment, so even if it's untrue, it's one less thing I'll be doing to temp da[COLOR="black"]m[/COLOR]nation.
i had thoughts of suicide a few years ago...i wasnt liked by many people and i would get the **** kicked out of me for no reason at all...my home life was pretty good but having no friends and comming home bleeding with black eyes every day was not my piece of cake, but since then ive learned to deal with those feelings and get over them... i still dont have many friends and i dont get the **** kicked outta me, but suicide isnt on my mind
Honestly, most of you should seek medical attention and some form of therapy. It's not something built into you and it can be helped. It did wonders for me.
My life has always been good. I've never considered it or had any experience with it.
I thought of it a few times when I was really young, as a way to get back at my parents when they ticked me off, since I knew they really cared about me. I haven't thought of it since though, and I don't really have a reason to.
I get depressed sometimes, but generally speaking things will get better at some point, so I just try to deal with things until they improve. And if things do not improve, then I'll lash out rather than hurt myself mainly because everything else is the problem and I shouldn't punish myself for the **** brought on by others. They can suffer too, if it comes to that.
I've been through a lot of horrible **** in my life and have thought about suicide numerous times. I realize that it's not worth it, though. Despite how ****ty life gets, there is so much to live for, and so much I haven't accomplished yet that I couldn't possibly end my own life. I just think to myself, I shall overcome this **** just like that last **** and the **** before that, because I am strong, and somehow still sane after everything I've been through. It isn't long before I'm up and fighting again, ready to take things on.
Therapy is for wackos, masochism is for emo folk, and suicide is for both. How some people can go throughout the day without a constant obsession for extending one's life is beyond me. :)
and I do second what speedfreak said. Therapy works. I mean, sure, it's a thought every now and then "I wish I was dead" or what have you, but dwelling on such things is a sign of needing some help.
Suicide is for gays.
Huh...never knew you were gay. Seriously...all these years, gay.
You thought those were just playful kisses? Guys don't play that way.
Sometimes I'll feel down for a week or so because my headache hasn't let up and doesn't look like it's going to or something. It's usually a combination of agonizing chronic pain and a stressed relationship that make me want to end it. Most times just the seemingly endless pain is enough. I think, "Man if I have to live life feeling like this until I die, I'd rather just die now." I usually want to go to sleep and never wake up again. Cutting myself doesn't sound like fun. I've never acted on these urges because I figure they'll pass.
I have seen a psychiatrist about depression/chronic headaches before(they thought maybe the two were connected), but was never prescribed anything. I loathe seeing people on antidepressants. They act so out of it, so mindless...
My bleak outlook on life doesn't help. Everything is meaningless(lol we read Ecclesiastes in Sunday school today). I believe that I don't matter and that nothing I do matters. I used to say, "Well God loves me and because I'm part of his greater plan I should be thankful and joyous," but those feelings have almost completely gone. I still think living like Jesus did is a good idea, but all that other stuff... I'm losing it fast.
Okay, what do I do when I feel like that? I usually sleep for a long time or talk to one of my friends who puts me in a good mood(it helps if it's a girl). After an entertaining conversation I'll feel on top of the world again for at least a while.
Haven't had anything close to a suicidal thought since I was eight or nine and was honestly considering it. I was going through a really, really grim phase back then and I came out as the totally apathetic person I am now.
I don't think I'd ever consider it in the future - Right now I have too much to live for.
[quote=Staev]Yes, but how short-sighted does one have to be to come to this conclusion! So many people have been through much, much worse situations than all the emo kids that kill themselves nowadays, and they sometimes think that life may not be worth living, but they press on and they find happiness and they die pleased that they didn't kill themselves before the bad times could end.
Don't even get me STARTED on how my grandpa had to survive the worst from the two worst regimes in 20th century history, only to ultimately find absolutely sublime happiness.
Seriously, though, it makes me positively apoplectic to think of kids who assume that, because the first sixteen years of their lives have sucked, the next seventy years won't be living. What ****ing hubris...:mad:
No one ever said the logic you use when your mind is in a state like that is actually anything genuinely logical.
You only live once, do what you can with it.
I say, suicide's just extremely stupid.
It's cowardly, you hurt everyone but yourself.
And also, we're all going away soon enough anyway, there's always a way to solve anything. Always.
Having that said, yes, I had some kind of suicidal thoughts when I was little.
The reasons I had them is beyond me.
I don't get the whole, "I had suicidal thoughts when I was little" thing. I don't remember anything like that, and my childhood wasn't too enjoyable.
There are few things I love more than life.
Most aren't, and see suicide merely as a quick cop-out without thinking of the consequences, and the fact that death is permanent. At the time, people simply see it as "the only way out" and choose it quickly and irrationally, whether it makes logical sense to them or not.
It's like when you decide a puzzle is too hard to figure out, and you give up, instead of looking for other possibilities. Odds are if you spent more time on it, you'd see something you didn't before. If people have horrid lives and decide on suicide, odds are there are much better ways out, they just didn't take long enough to see it at the time.
clinical depression is completely different. It's the equivalent of someone wanting to be happy but they just can't. That's a whole different ballgame.
For matters I will not go into, I have considered it. But the thought died. I usually just kept going on. Keeping under the surface until it died out of mind. I've never thought about that stage in my life for while now.
I think about it, quite alot. Bt not for the purpose of ending my life, but out of curiosity. Death is very interesting, to me- and I know nothing about it, other than ways to bring it. Hehe, you all should see my therapist's face when I get on this subject during our sessions... priceless. :) But, seriously, yeah, I think about suicide; I think about many things- the sky, homework, my future, my friends. Death just happens to be one of those things