Anonymous wrote:What stopped me from obsessing about suicide (which I did from 9-22 years old) was that I told myself that I will definitely do it when I'm older. I know that sounds weird. I promised myself I would do it at a later time and, each time I thought about it, I reminded myself it was settled and I am(was) going to do it when I'm older. Eventually, I stopped thinking about suicide or even considering it as an option. I am 48 years old now and I am content to live my life and to see it through to the end.
Anonymous wrote:My dogs, honestly. I love them so much and I know no one would treat them the way I do. My family, second. I have seen the effects of suicide on family and it is devestating. If I went through with it I would do everything I could to make it look like an accident to try to make it easier on my family.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Because permanent solutions to temporary problems are illogical
I hate that that phrase is always getting trotted out. My temporary problems are not temporary. I've had them for 40-ish years. They're not going anywhere. [/quote
Maybe with some help, the problems can be viewed from a different situation. Blessings and I wish you peace.
Anonymous wrote:movement. Honestly.
I’ve had suicidal thoughts for most of my life. My first suicide attempt was at age 8. When I start to enter the spiral I get up and move. It sounds simple but it works. I don’t care if it’s 2pm or 2am. I’ll do a few sun salutations or circuits. The release of emphorphins in my brain almost always gets me out of the immediate spiral. I still feel sad- but not dangerously so.
Keep talking. Keep showing up.
Peace to you.
Anonymous wrote:I don't approach this from a Christian nor from New Age ethics.
Thirty years ago I dishonored the ancestors. There's only one sanction for that.
I have two options. Either achieve something in my own field akin to the Manhattan Project or winning a Pulitzer. Or doing what honor requires according to Bushido.
Which frowns on if not prohibits modern expedients such as ballistics or pharmaceuticals. No triple gainer from a highrise into your parked SUV.
Taking the euthanasic way out would only leverage my disgrace and afix it to my family forever. Compound the shame.
Am still working on achieving something notable. The token isn't fame. It's mastery...excellence. Nothing I've done in life amounts to a bucket of cold spit compared to what many of you have done.
I have no spouse, no children. It's debatable who would note my passing. Maybe nobody, and in no event would there be a hue and cry.
The other option requires adhering to a centuries-old protocol. Using a large blade among other things. I"m not a minnow wriggling on someone else's hook...I"m exactly where I deserve to be given what I have done or failed to do.
I'm too much of a coward to do what honor requires.
Unless my would-be rescuer understood and lived my values there's nothing they could say that would speak to the center of the issue.
Is the ancient code of honor I try to live by more important than your approval? Yes.
Anonymous wrote:Because permanent solutions to temporary problems are illogical
Anonymous wrote:Thanks