“I matter” lol good one
Suicide takes what you’re feeling and distributes it amongst your friends and family for the rest of their lives. I guarantee you, they would rather help you get better.
Edit: Or you know, read some of the essays replying to me about how I dont understand, convince yourself it IS the smart thing to do and go for it! I believe in you!
Contrarian ass motherfuckers.
No. Suicide is an act of desperation for people who are in so much pain and anguish that their only option to stop their suffering is by ending their life. They literally see no other solution to their problems.
The worst part about suicide is that there are people out there that can never fully understand why suicide is their only option.
It’s never an easy decision; the internal and external guilt that they are inflicted with over their “selfish decision”, the knowledge of who they inevitably will hurt, the shame of feeling too weak to fix it themselves, the loneliness and abandonment they feel because they can never tell anybody how they genuinely feel, and if they try then they get to be made to feel like garbage for it.
The tightness in their chests, the twisted knot in their throats, the ever present choking feeling from their sadness. It’s ever-present, and washes over you like the waves of the ocean. They push and pull you in uncontrollable directions. Sometimes you get knocked over. Sometimes you get stuck underneath the crash of the wave. You lose your sense of direction, and cannot tell up from down. You’re just trying to gasp for air, but are afraid to breathe too deep for you might drown yourself.
You so desperately want to feel better. You want someone to hug you and tell you it’s going to be okay. You try to reach out and explain things, but it never quite comes out right. People get mad at you for it too. They accuse you of being dramatic or “silly”. If you’re a guy, you’re a “pussy” who needs to “man up”.
But you know what feels worse than all of that?
Attempting suicide and failing. Oh you might think it’s a great thing to have failed, because hey, you’re still alive. It doesn’t work like that. Have you ever come to realize that you’re such a horrible person that you can’t even do one “simple” thing like killing yourself right? That you already fail at everything you do, including this? And now you have to live with that too. And that’s one more thing you can never tell anybody about, because God Forbid how they may look at you after.
So you lie. You tell them some story why your wrist is bandaged up. They believe you too, because they don’t want to face the truth. You could tell them the stupidest reason why you have a huge gash on your wrist, like “I got my hand stuck in my engine trying to work on it,” and no questions will be asked.
No, suicide doesn’t one into living doesn’t help either. You don’t blame a person when they break their arm? If anything, it just makes them feel worse, and further alienates them from reaching out for help. Living with this pain slowly eats away at you from the inside out. It’s slow, painful, and dare I say, inhumane.
How would you treat a loved one who stubs their toe or breaks their arm? Maybe their appendix bursts and they need emergency surgery. How selfish of them, right? They should’ve thought about how it’s make their loved ones feel; then they would’ve thought twice about getting sick or hurt.
Is it possible to help someone going through this?
I would like to think so. Mostly it’s up to the person if they’re ready to let someone be there for them. You can’t make someone be ready, but you can at least be available to them. It’s different for everyone, so it may take some patience.
If anything, they need grace. You will need grace too. I can only imagine how tough it is watching someone you care about suffer in silence and denial. It’s probably exhausting, so make sure you take care of yourself as well. It’s okay to draw and hold boundaries.
Distributes, but doesn’t split it.
Those around you do care, sometimes more than they could ever hope to put into words.
I’ll never forget those I knew who died deaths of despair. I could never put into words how much they meant to me in spite of the time I knew with them trying.
It’s been over a decade and the pain is still there. I wish I could share my life with them, I wish I could show them how good things have gotten for us (the queer community), I wish I could show them how far I’ve come in life, I wish I could have seen how far they could have gotten, I wish they had reached out, I wish they were still here.
“Don’t commit suicide because you’ll make your family and friends sad. They want to keep you around because otherwise they’ll be sad.”
This doesn’t seem like a selfless view.
True, suicide will inflict damage on your family but the part were they want help can only true for healthy families.
I asked my father for help multiple times, all he said was “why can’t you be normal” and only talks to me when he wants money.
There is a video on youtube called somethikg like “My cluster B parent died and I did not care” that narrates his own real childhood story and how he ended up being a therapist after all. This video is helping me detach because at the moment his actions still affect me badly.
I think people should watch this video… And sorry for the dark note
Cheers
Of course there are people who are exceptions, but Im sure that the number of people who believe that NOBODY cares has a majority who are wrong.
Seek help, even if its only to walk away from the bastards who didnt care.
One of my mistake was asking my religious parents and friends because they just tell me to find god and if you kill yourself he won’t take your soul to afterlife and your soul going to just wander around in the world then burn in hell after the apocalypse, how is that supposed to help?
To note not all religious people like this i think they just don’t know how to comfort people especially my parents because they’re quite alright.
What save me in the end (if you can even call it that) was the fact that i was a coward and don’t have enough courage to end it. But because of that i picking up a bad habit of smoking when im alone, it somehow comforting me because it will kill me but just slowly. Would i regret it when I’m older? Probably but at least it keep me alive for now.
This perspective betrays a complete lack of understanding and experience of being chronically suicidal. Inflicting the responsibility of how others conduct themselves on someone, particularly one in a vulnerable state, is beyond repugnant.
The only effective mechanism for prevention of chronic suicidality is to create an environment in which one can actively, freely, and legitimately choose to participate when they’re at their most vulnerable.
Why did this help me?
Because it’s one of not much more than one anti-suicide messages that isn’t hollow, point-missing crap.
He speaks the truth, why be futile when you can do something with your life?
Until i got my kitten this month, ot sometimes felt like the only thing keeping me going was the fact that Lady Gaga is going to be in the new Joker movie and then releasing a new album at the end of the year. Shit is absolutely bleak, right now. And while i love my parents, I am not exaggerating when i saw i would rather kill myself than move in with them in a Houston suburb i have zero connection to, 800 miles away from my entire social group. It’s an absolutely fucked up parasocial relationship that i have developed over the past 14 years, but it’s basically all I have to cling onto at this point. I’m sure that a lot of you are barely hanging on as well, but whatever it is that’s keeping you going is absolutely worth it.
My pet budgie has often been my lifeline and still sometimes is. I’m doing a bit better now, but I’m forever grateful to the little featherball.
Obligatory birb tax:
Little cutie! What’s his name? I bet he puts a smile on your face very easily. Little nutters, aren’t they? Nothing like a hyper budgie telling everything in the room about its day! I’m glad you’re doing better!
Here’s my birb tax:
He turned 14 in April, I’m hoping he can make it to 15.
I’ve been at the point where I wanted to die, but never bad enough to actually try to make it happen.
Here’s an article by the lovely Lene Marlin about her failed attempt:
G00gle translated version: https://www-aftenposten-no.translate.goog/meninger/kronikk/i/Bjqe/Lene-Marlin-Jeg-ville-ikke-leve-lenger?_x_tr_sl=auto&_x_tr_tl=en&_x_tr_hl=en-US&_x_tr_pto=wapp
Original Norwegian: https://www.aftenposten.no/meninger/kronikk/i/Bjqe/Lene-Marlin-Jeg-ville-ikke-leve-lenger
Cute birb
Birb 👍
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Going out with a bang, that’s the way
That’s the spirit!
Not killing yourself to torment your enemies every day solely by existing.
Their brain is free real estate. Living there is rent free!
The 3rd option is the best, but isnt guaranteed to work, so you should try the 4th option, attempt to haunt your enemies while being alive and when you die, haunt your enemies as a ghost
Don’t tell me what to do
I don’t mean this flippantly but suicide is ok. The hard part in my mind is if you ou leave behind people that would be fucked up in your absence. That’s the part I struggle with.
Yeah that’s the main problem I have with it too. It’s not okay to harm everyone who’s close to you just because you want to die.
A lot of suicide prevention has to be community based though.
Affordable housing, accessible and good quality mental health services, career development programs… some people are suicidal because their situation legitimately sucks.
For all the talk about ending stigma, I also think there needs to be a discussion about the way suicidal people are treated. In the US, involuntary holds can be hell and fucking expensive - especially when we consider how many people are suicidal because of finances. Lose your job because the 72 hour hold, during which you get to see a psychiatrist once. (From my personal experience, no guarantee they got a great score on their TOEFL).
988 is a great idea, but patchy in execution and assuming a lot of other systems are already in place. It’s a can of fix a flat when you haven’t changed your oil in so long it’s starting to look like tar.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with seeking help; I just think we really need to recognize that help is not always readily available. It’s not free, appointments aren’t always readily available, and you can end up with really bad providers. Services like BetterHelp are preying on that gap too, and have cooped the destigmatization of mental health into their ad campaigns that are uncomfortable.
Take SSRIs and kill yourself with a smile! (if you are under 25 yo)
They helped me…
Oh same, in the end. Still has a use to warn me thinks
There are stories about people who attempt suicide and fail, so they’re disabled and/or disfigured now. The crazy thing is that they’re still alive. They didn’t attempt it a second time. What that tells me is that suicide is something that temporarily grips you, and if you have the ability to cope somehow without killing yourself, things get better. Or maybe things don’t get better, but you no longer want to die over it.
There are guys out there with half their face gone because they missed, and they decided that life was worth living.
I might just end up killing myself because most USA people treat the internet as it’s USA only.
That’s probably the most random reason for suicide I’ve heard.
Well I wouldn’t be able to call that number.
Ah, I misunderstood. Yeah that image was just supposed to represent getting help in general, not calling 988 specifically.
Would you prefer it if the meme contained all the suicide hotlines for every country?
I’m not stopping you.
Non American Lemmies:
Guess I’ll die.
