Takes me out of it, at least to some degree. I could never abandon them like that. I hate the thought of them going forward without my enduring love and support.
I’ve fucked up a lot in my life. I’ve done a lot that I’m not proud of. And I think about ending my life about daily. But I also know that I’m a damn good dad and I know that my kids adore me and rely on me for emotional support and affection and guidance. I love them so much.
And I’ve lived with depression my whole life, I can remember it even as a 5-6 year old kid (obviously didn’t understand what it was at the time).
If I’ve come this far, I can go farther. If only for them.
I just had them last year. I was on some new medication and it messed me up. I got severely depressed and emotional. I was focusing on my wife’s sexual past, feeling very insecure. And then my wife told me she doesn’t know how many men she slept with. That was almost the nail in the coffin.
I rode a suicide note. I had thought of how I was going to do it. But then I thought of my daughters and I couldn’t. I went to therapy and it really didn’t help.
Finally, I just started doing meditation, practicing stoicism . I finally came to the realization that she didn’t do it to hurt me. She’s been faithful to me since we’ve been together. She’s an incredible wife and mother. Said the depression and the suicidal thoughts went away.
I still have questions about her past and those questions run through my head everyday and it’s been 18 months. Before when I would think of it I would have this wave of anguish come over me. That’s gone but the questions haven’t disappeared.
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I have a paid friend I talk to for an hour a week. But mostly I just put that shit in a box and then go to the gym. Life insurance doesn’t usually pay off if you neck yourself.
It’s never been a true option for me, sure it’s crossed my mind but there’s always tomorrow or next week or next month or next year, when things have been bad. Also, mushrooms helped.
Are they intrusive or persistent. Intermittent and Intrusive can just be shrugged off as a bad idea. Persistent and pervasive you might need some assistance in setting up some safety rails
I remind myself that they are just thoughts and I shouldn’t let them define or control me. I remind those thoughts who is boss by thinking about my family and friends, and my hobbies instead. I reward myself for correcting the wrongthink with a walk to go get some icecream.
I try to just occupy my mind with something, a hobby, going for a walk etc. Just try to put something in between the thought and the potential of acting upon it. At least with me the thought usually dosent stick around for long and I look back like “what was I thinking”.
That is just me personally though. If the thoughts persist I would try to seek professional help.
You need to gain enough control of your mind to identify that they are nothing more than thoughts, if you can do that, you can move past them a lot of the times.
But if youre sitting there believing those thoughts? Please see a therapist, get on meds, make efforts to better your life.
Sorta attempted when I was a teen. Not depressed now but sometimes get intense thoughts. I just distract myself and it goes away in like 30 minutes. I’m very well cognizant when it happens so it’d be real stupid to try and self delete over something that’s temporary.
A family friend of mine killed himself. I saw how it wrecked everyone, myself included. I won’t ever put anyone through that because I know how hard it is now.
Over the last 12 years I’ve been an addict – for most of that time, to things like exercise, porn, food, gaming, doomscrolling, dating apps – but, for short periods, to some drugs. Not particularly dangerous ones for the most part, thankfully.
They can all help in the moment, but most are just a momentary fix that just kicks the can down the road, and obviously the drugs make it worse.
When I was in nursing school I saw in on some of those meetings in the psych hospital and one guy there was around my age and he was talking about how he had the shotgun in his mouth but he kept thinking about his mom’s face and that’s when he put it down and picked up the phone, that always stuck with me.
I’ll say one thing, drugs and alcohol ever really help with any of it.
I think about those I’d leave behind and those who depend on me. Plus there was a quote from a movie, I forget which one but it essentially highlighted those that commit suicide run from the pain and leave thoss around them to pickup and process it leaving them bitter and hurt.
Because it’s quitting. Not quitting on life, but quitting on your loved ones, your family, your dependents. Theres still work to be done and good deeds need doing. And we need good people to do them. You can’t throw in the big towel, not when there’s so much left here.
Its not all gloom and doom either, there’s lots of love and positive experiences out there worth sticking around for. Maybe a new passion will find your interest and you can contribute something beautiful to the world.maybe just a fun hobby to help take your mind off things. I’ve recently gotten into simracing and pour painting.
Anyway you look at it, lows are hard, but they pass, and the highs are there around the corner to help ease the pain and balance it out. It’s all a sine wave, you just got to hang on, and embrace the struggle. Life will always be a bittersweet and beautiful struggle.
Was pretty close to ending things, tried when I was 18 , my sister killed herself at 27 and I am 30 now.
We have a terrible abusive mother and (used to be mean) now very religious/political father and our family is full of mental illness.
Lost my job and had to move in with my grandpa who has cancer and is blind.
I got really down cuz I also have only 1 friend and he’s gay and loves me but I am not gay.
Anyway really was gunna kill myself cuz like come on lol, so I bought alchol ,weed, wax and shrooms to have a last little send off before the day and bro……
The mush rooms literally erased depression from my mind. Unbelievable feeling of love and pure happiness. I cut up 2 grams into little pieces and put them into apple sauce.
When I used to struggle with it I would cope with healthy distraction like time with friends or hobbies that keep me active like skateboarding or just walking. As long as I was being active and out of my room.
I just accept them lol) i mean… My suicidal thoughts are usually something like “what if I stick the gun in my mouth aaaaand…” Then I usually think “aaand nothing interesting will happen…” And I keep living my life 😅
Remove any quick ways to die from the house. Definitely no easy access to guns. Basically, you need to buy yourself time to change your mind, even if, in the moment, you think you won’t. If you don’t think you’re worth it, consider how it will hurt your loved ones. Push through on their behalf if you must.
For me, a man with daughters , I’d never do it, guys (and girls) would you really want your kids ( sons and stepson too) to find your corpse? Sometimes when you die at home or in a retirement community there’s poop puke and blood involved. If I’m going to the hospital.
I was feeling suicidal when I was younger and I kinda thought about how my parents and siblings would feel. I know how much they love me and I wouldn’t want to leave them with the trauma of having lost me, especially by my own hand. Luckily I’m doing pretty awesome now because that was a dark time
We don’t we are men, we go to work, to forget about it, then we blast music when we drive, and drink ourselves to blackout to avoid thinking about it at night. We’re only here to be an ATM for our family. As long as the atm is full, nothing else matters
Work and take risks. I was ready 7 years ago and said to myself I’ll get rich or die trying. Was truly ready to die and at the end of my ropes in life, jobless, broke, etc.
Was waiting to only have enough money for a bottle of whisky and hotel room I could jump from.
Started a business and didn’t give a fuck because I’m ready to die.
I usually get mad. Solely for the purpose of getting them out. I know its strange but i either go hit my drums until i break sticks or go scream into my basement for a good 15 minutes. Listening to agressive metal helps
My cat helped me to keep going. Unfortunately she passed away.. but I keep going with her in mind. What has helped me is to keep my mind busy at all times. I work on my YouTube videos or paint a lot. It keeps me focused on just that. I’m still depressed and suicidal.. but haven’t had an ‘episode’ as I call them, for some months now, except some days.
In silence, at the gym, then going for a walk, this world needs you to keep going and become a man. Pressure creates diamonds and God will push you because he knows you can handle it.
This has crossed my mind many times and I think it goes without saying that people have these thoughts. men in particular.
Men suffer from things like “ not getting any matches on dating sites” this can then lead to not knowing your worth and thinking you are worthless. in some cases even death as people commit the unthinkable. That’s just one small example.
I myself have been lonely many times after loosing my father and mother at a young age to then not really having any close fam. To then having not having many friends and feeling lonely, also on dating sites, and dating in general. Even though I’m not a bad looking guy so I’m told. and do get women it’s often not what I want.
So the suicide bit. This comes down to Being able to realise that hurting yourself will get rid of the pain you ultimately feel but also affect others to a larger degree after you are gone. A mate said that if I ever did do it he would kick my motorbike over and hate me for the rest of my life. The bigger impact it would have would be crazy. There’s people out there that depend on you. And you don’t even know it.
You need to try and snap out of it no matter how hard it gets. By thinking of positive things. I really hope a trained psychiatrist can answer this better than I can. But my own experiences are to try and snap yourself out of it. Don’t sit in a dark room
I started going to therapy. I also identify what the underlying driver is, focus on it, then try to solve that.
Most people imo commit suicide because they trap themselves in a box, think no solutions will work ultimately leading to suicide. So if you’re thinking that way, radically alter what you’ve been doing. You might find a way better option.
Everytime something bad happens, you say, “it is what it is” and move on knowing shit won’t change and everything sucks and is built to suck unless you have money. If you open up as a man you are seen as weak and vulnerable, esspecially to a woman if you have one. It is hard out here brother, I know your mindset all too well because I have it too. Stay strong.
I’m 66 and have depression big time, I go thru his and lows, and often think about just call it a day( ending it) but something keeps me going forward. May be my religious upbringing? But I’m still here.
I cut my drinking way back. I still will drink for different occasions but never at home and never alone…or at least that’s my goal. I also started hitting the gym over a year ago. Doing both those things has done wonders for my mental health.
I hear my Grandfathers voice, “It’s a cowardly way out boy”. I also have dealt with losing an Army buddy that way and my father in law who was my only friend.
I get intrusive thoughts at times especially when I’m having a lot of anxiety. Sometimes a thought that is suicidal will pop up in my head and I know that I would never ever do that so I don’t keep feeding the thought giving it attention having it stick around. The way intrusive thoughts work is if the thought bothers you and you keep letting it get to you it will stick around longer tormenting you. But if you don’t give the thought any attention it will go away just take in your thoughts but don’t let it get to you.
Imma be real with you: we get help. This is a serious topic to me, and I think getting help is the best way. You can talk to a friend, to a loved one, to a stranger that takes you serious… Just choose someone that really does take you serious. If it is dire, you can walk to any doctor. I have done exactly that before. This person listened to me, helped me calm down and guided me to people that could help me more.
I’ve been eating dead cokcroaches and living with the risk of dying from ehatverr disease they carry makes me not worried about the future for a little
I’ve had suicidal thoughts and ideations since I was roughly 7 years old. For a while they were really passive, but as I grew up they got louder. I would act on them by doing things that didn’t appear suicidal but Could in fact lead to my death but would look like an accident. Now as an adult with 3 kids to raise I still have those thoughts and when they come up I acknowledge them for what they are, a thought that serves no purpose to help me move forward in life. It doesn’t help me raise my kids and it doesn’t help me at all.
Cognitive Behavioral Therapy and Acceptance and Commitment Therapy very well might have saved my life, but ever single day is a struggle.
I had some suicidal thoughts during a horrible relationship last year, but no matter how bad it got, I have a son, and I could never do that to him. While we’ve had some low points, I believe I’m a net-positive in his life. That was enough to keep me going when the going got tough.
If you choose not to act on them, and you should choose that path, then the next step is going to see a doctor or therapist who can help you work through your challenges.
Put it on the back burner. Until my friends eventually all go their own ways, or I isolate too much and they stop talking to me, and my parents die, I’ll hang in there. After that, I have no idea. Honestly unless I can get something going in my life, it genuinely feels pretty pointless.
We either follow through with it or don’t. I, so far, have not followed through with these thoughts.
I like to make a mental note of where I’m at when I’m feeling lowest and that final step is most tempting, know it will get better at one point and push forward. Went camping last weekend with my new partner (it was beautiful) and reminded myself, “See? If you killed yourself a few weeks ago you wouldn’t be experiencing this right now.” It’s a bit of a loop I’ve found myself in and it isn’t perfect or great, but it keeps me present and I’m still here so..
It’s like a conversation you have with yourself, cus you’re contemplating death. But, the problem is it stops your whole ass life whenever it happens. So if you cant follow through with it, you just gotta tell yourself to shut the fuck up, and do something about whatever is bothering you, cus if you won’t die, at least do something to make your life less miserable. Its not perfect, but its better than dangling on the edge for years, and if things ever get really bad, there’s always death. 🤷♂️
I ignore them and listen to the other voices in my head.
Every time I work out. A voice says you suck, you don’t deserve this.
Every time I work on my prototype. There’s a voice that says I’m wasting my time. Nothing I build will ever be good enough.
Every time I hear this voice, I ignore it. And then I get to work.
Overtime, that voice becomes weaker and weaker. I still hear it, but it’s background. Basically, the actions you take pave the pathways in your brain. The more you give into defeatism, the more powerful it becomes. But the inverse is true. So I keep grinding.
Day by day I grind. Day by day I get stronger. Work and mastery gives me purpose. Today I went for a run. The voice whined like the little bitch it always is. But I ignored it. Now I’m chilling next to my garden with a beer. Kids are playing Hades with wife. Life is fine.
Recognize that your thoughts are NOT you. You are the space where your thoughts and feelings occur. But you are separate from them. They are happening due to all sorts of reasons some beyond your control. But you always have choice. And you always have space between you and the thought.
This hits home for me, for a long time. I was dealing with thoughts like this, and as I got older and realize that I’m being played by something because I’m meant for something more. If you wanna think of it as a spiritual sense, the devil is attacking you because he knows that you are a great threat and when I came to that realization, I stopped letting those thoughts plague me, and ruin my day.
It was at that moment that I also started to get into the gym. I felt so out of pocket like I didn’t belong there but a trainer there welcome with arms and gave me the greatest advice I ever heard: when you come to the gym, you are essentially coming to a therapy appointment where the weights don’t judge you they just listen and you get whatever is going on inside out, becoming stronger to fight those days.
Above all, I had a strong connection to God. I don’t lead people to him because no one else will go through what I went through with him. It’s my own personal experience that he made for me and it got my attention. Through the dark times and the good times he’s always been there for me and I could talk to him at any time and I really mean like a person.
I try to remind myself that I won the birth lottery against astronomical odds and that I have no right to complain about the gift I’ve been given.
“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?”
Therapy taught me that unaliving is a permanent coping mechanism for what are likely temporary issues.
It’s easy to feel trapped in a bottomless pit when you are constantly feeding and fueling yourself deeper with the same negative thoughts and behaviors that grounded you in there.
Climbing out is the hard part but if you don’t do it, NO ONE is gonna do it for you…
That means…
-Getting up when you don’t want to.
-Working when you don’t feel like it.
-Eating something after starving yourself from not getting up.
-Doing the dishes instead of letting them pile up and smelling bad.
-Doing your laundry and folding it away when you don’t feel like doing it.
-Taking a shower when you don’t feel up to it.
-Going for a bit of exercise and a workout when you don’t have the energy or motivation for it.
-Doing your hobbies even when you lose interest in them.
-etc etc etc
It’s the small victories that hold back the darkness and keep the demons at bay.
I’ve met a lot of men going through thoughts like these and fortunately I’ve never met one that went through with it. It’s normal nowadays to feel this way in a world that tells men that they don’t matter, their problems aren’t that serious, they shouldn’t be complaining, they should man up and take it, and worse yet even outright telling men to do it because nobody cares about them. I’ve only ever called one of those hotline once before in my life and they didn’t do a damn thing for me either.
Yet everyone is surprised when a guy actually does it… I try to be there for my bros, and I’ve heard countless stories of men considering unaliving themselves but the ones you hear about too late are the ones that closed themselves off and just hid themselves away in dark room until they found all the wrong reasons to go through with it. This is literally why Hotel rooms all across America have a Bible in each room, to be a small ounce of hope for those men that sequester themselves away might find God in that moment when it’s almost too late.
What helped me was realizing that nobody was gonna rescue me, if I prayed to God about it I knew that he wouldn’t help me until I helped myself and I got out of bed and got something to eat…
In the Bible, Elijah the prophet was being hunted down to be killed and he escaped from his persecutors until he found himself resting under a Juniper tree and he gave up and yelled to God “I have had enough Lord! Take my life! For I am no better than my ancestors!” and he rested and slept and while he slept, an Angel came and touched him awake and told him “Get up and eat.” and to his surprise there was freshly baked bread and a jar of water waiting besides him and he ate and AGAIN he went to sleep… and Angel came to wake him again and told him “Get up and eat, for the journey you’re about to take is too much for you.” and he ate again but this time he was strengthened by what he ate and so he set out for a journey forty days and forty nights to go and meet God.
Sometimes, all it takes is a good nap lol and some food and someone to push you to get up and eat and do something for you to find some self realization and get over your fears and find your purpose again.
The Devil is pouncing and prowling like a ravenous wolf waiting for you to be alone and vulnerable… whether it’s Satan himself or your fears or your insecurities or your depression that’s fueling these thoughts, you can’t let them win.
Reach out to your friends, yell and get mad! Yell like Elijah! Bros… God didn’t get angry he yelled at him. In fact he let it happen to fuel his meeting with him and God is so cool he sent him UberEats with an Angel lol
I have chronic depression and deal with suicidality regularly. I sold my weapon, stay away from weapons in general, and try to keep my stress low.
When I start getting the thoughts involving six feet of rope I tend to go hang out with my puppies or find videos that are warming and try to remember that there are still good things in the world worth seeing. Usually it’s just kids or animals being happy and it’s really comforting to see that someone out there can still feel joy in life; helps keep the nihilism and existential dread at bay. But I’ve also come to terms with the reality that this is just life for me now.
Honestly mostly distraction. I used to have people I would go to, but I’ve learned most people can’t actually handle you struggling for too long. So many people say “I’m always here for you” but very few mean that and it’s messed up a lot of my relationships. It’s not healthy to keep all that inside but I find it easier to watch a video related to something I like, or play a game I enjoy.
I’ve struggled with depression, anxiety, anorexia and other stuff for many years now, I’ve been to multiple therapists over several years and none were able to help, felt like I didn’t connect well with any of them or they didn’t understand me. Refused to take medicine because I didn’t want to become fat or lose my sex drive. I experience suicidal ideation fairly often, especially when my health issues flare up or when I feel my friends becoming distant with me. More than anything I’ve been told all my life that I won’t go to heaven if I kill myself, and that terrifies me. I’m also afraid I’ll screw up and just permanently disable or disfigure myself if I do it wrong.
Some days are a lot harder than others, especially when I feel people looking at my life and how much of a failure I am. I really do feel I’d do everyone a favor if I ended it, as I’m too much for anyone, but there are things I want or look forward to, like having my first kiss and having a wife, or experiencing the next Smash Bros. It might seem silly but that’s all that’s making me hold on right now. I know it’s not sustainable though and I’m afraid someday I’ll actually commit to it
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I think about my responsibilities.
I think of my kids.
Takes me out of it, at least to some degree. I could never abandon them like that. I hate the thought of them going forward without my enduring love and support.
I’ve fucked up a lot in my life. I’ve done a lot that I’m not proud of. And I think about ending my life about daily. But I also know that I’m a damn good dad and I know that my kids adore me and rely on me for emotional support and affection and guidance. I love them so much.
And I’ve lived with depression my whole life, I can remember it even as a 5-6 year old kid (obviously didn’t understand what it was at the time).
If I’ve come this far, I can go farther. If only for them.
Not today anyway. Probably not tomorrow either.
Mom would be sad, let’s wait
I just had them last year. I was on some new medication and it messed me up. I got severely depressed and emotional. I was focusing on my wife’s sexual past, feeling very insecure. And then my wife told me she doesn’t know how many men she slept with. That was almost the nail in the coffin.
I rode a suicide note. I had thought of how I was going to do it. But then I thought of my daughters and I couldn’t. I went to therapy and it really didn’t help.
Finally, I just started doing meditation, practicing stoicism . I finally came to the realization that she didn’t do it to hurt me. She’s been faithful to me since we’ve been together. She’s an incredible wife and mother. Said the depression and the suicidal thoughts went away.
I still have questions about her past and those questions run through my head everyday and it’s been 18 months. Before when I would think of it I would have this wave of anguish come over me. That’s gone but the questions haven’t disappeared.
I have a few ways:
I just live with them
If things end now, they can’t get better
I lost my cousin, uncle, dad, granddad to suicide. I worry all the time if it will be me next.
you gotta figure out what’s causing it and try not to trigger it. stress? work?
I think about the pain I would cause those who love me. Because there are people who love me even when I don’t love myself.
Lean in to my natural laziness and put off my plan to some point in the near future.
It’s been working for the last 30 years, so far so good 👍
Just exist mate don’t put pressure on yourself. That helps me.
I go for a run. And run until I can’t run anymore. This sometimes takes hours. It helps a lot.
Honestly; distraction and bad decisions
Release endorphins/ eat well.
Keep trying shit till you’re doing better 👍
“It’s Men’s Mental Health Month. Don’t battle depression alone. Make everyone around you fucking miserable too.”
I have a paid friend I talk to for an hour a week. But mostly I just put that shit in a box and then go to the gym. Life insurance doesn’t usually pay off if you neck yourself.
It’s never been a true option for me, sure it’s crossed my mind but there’s always tomorrow or next week or next month or next year, when things have been bad. Also, mushrooms helped.
Personally, I just deal with them. I learned antidepressants dont work for me, so what other option is there.
Usually I just watch something funny on Youtube until those thoughts go away.
Are they intrusive or persistent. Intermittent and Intrusive can just be shrugged off as a bad idea. Persistent and pervasive you might need some assistance in setting up some safety rails
I remind myself that they are just thoughts and I shouldn’t let them define or control me. I remind those thoughts who is boss by thinking about my family and friends, and my hobbies instead. I reward myself for correcting the wrongthink with a walk to go get some icecream.
I try to just occupy my mind with something, a hobby, going for a walk etc. Just try to put something in between the thought and the potential of acting upon it. At least with me the thought usually dosent stick around for long and I look back like “what was I thinking”.
That is just me personally though. If the thoughts persist I would try to seek professional help.
You need to gain enough control of your mind to identify that they are nothing more than thoughts, if you can do that, you can move past them a lot of the times.
But if youre sitting there believing those thoughts? Please see a therapist, get on meds, make efforts to better your life.
Just because you have thought doesn’t mean it’s true.
Well to be honest for me it’s substance abuse and playing a lot of loud music
Let them go
Sorta attempted when I was a teen. Not depressed now but sometimes get intense thoughts. I just distract myself and it goes away in like 30 minutes. I’m very well cognizant when it happens so it’d be real stupid to try and self delete over something that’s temporary.
They’re common. I’ll eventually act on one
“I don’t lose”. Just like life and myself are temporary, same are any thoughts; just let them go.
Stuff them back down, just like everything else.
I personally refer to it as feeding/tossing things into the (internal) void.
Exercise
Think about a movie or book
A family friend of mine killed himself. I saw how it wrecked everyone, myself included. I won’t ever put anyone through that because I know how hard it is now.
You have responsibilities, put your head down and do them. You can’t fulfill your responsibilities if you kill yourself.
Think about everyone you’d leave behind and be overcome by guilt
Make a list.
Over the last 12 years I’ve been an addict – for most of that time, to things like exercise, porn, food, gaming, doomscrolling, dating apps – but, for short periods, to some drugs. Not particularly dangerous ones for the most part, thankfully.
They can all help in the moment, but most are just a momentary fix that just kicks the can down the road, and obviously the drugs make it worse.
When I was in nursing school I saw in on some of those meetings in the psych hospital and one guy there was around my age and he was talking about how he had the shotgun in his mouth but he kept thinking about his mom’s face and that’s when he put it down and picked up the phone, that always stuck with me.
I’ll say one thing, drugs and alcohol ever really help with any of it.
Seeing my dad after he had to clean up his brothers suicide. I don’t wanna do that to someone.
I think about those I’d leave behind and those who depend on me. Plus there was a quote from a movie, I forget which one but it essentially highlighted those that commit suicide run from the pain and leave thoss around them to pickup and process it leaving them bitter and hurt.
Because it’s quitting. Not quitting on life, but quitting on your loved ones, your family, your dependents. Theres still work to be done and good deeds need doing. And we need good people to do them. You can’t throw in the big towel, not when there’s so much left here.
Its not all gloom and doom either, there’s lots of love and positive experiences out there worth sticking around for. Maybe a new passion will find your interest and you can contribute something beautiful to the world.maybe just a fun hobby to help take your mind off things. I’ve recently gotten into simracing and pour painting.
Anyway you look at it, lows are hard, but they pass, and the highs are there around the corner to help ease the pain and balance it out. It’s all a sine wave, you just got to hang on, and embrace the struggle. Life will always be a bittersweet and beautiful struggle.
Therapy. Lots and lots of therapy.
Got shit to do and people who count on me
Too much hate to die I need to live long enough to see these mfs crumple to ashes
Creatine, pro workout or melatonin. You can’t end yourself if you’re asleep.
Micro dose mushrooms changed my life.
Was pretty close to ending things, tried when I was 18 , my sister killed herself at 27 and I am 30 now.
We have a terrible abusive mother and (used to be mean) now very religious/political father and our family is full of mental illness.
Lost my job and had to move in with my grandpa who has cancer and is blind.
I got really down cuz I also have only 1 friend and he’s gay and loves me but I am not gay.
Anyway really was gunna kill myself cuz like come on lol, so I bought alchol ,weed, wax and shrooms to have a last little send off before the day and bro……
The mush rooms literally erased depression from my mind. Unbelievable feeling of love and pure happiness. I cut up 2 grams into little pieces and put them into apple sauce.
Every trip clears my depression for like 3 days.
They either act on them or they don’t.
When I used to struggle with it I would cope with healthy distraction like time with friends or hobbies that keep me active like skateboarding or just walking. As long as I was being active and out of my room.
Recognizing that you are not every thought that occurs to you. Meditation is good for that.
let them slowly die off
With dark humour
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If it’s recurrent ideation the sensible ones seek professional help and talk to someone trained at dealing with the underlying issues.
My uncle wasn’t one of the sensible ones and my mum still grieves for him nearly 40 years later.
if you don’t do anything stupid, like getting yourself killed….you learn to deal with them. There are many many ways.
Medication
Therapy
Exercise
Nature
Finding purpose, or creating purpose.
Reading
A deep and honest conversation goes a loooong way, in a good way.
I just accept them lol) i mean… My suicidal thoughts are usually something like “what if I stick the gun in my mouth aaaaand…” Then I usually think “aaand nothing interesting will happen…” And I keep living my life 😅
Remove any quick ways to die from the house. Definitely no easy access to guns. Basically, you need to buy yourself time to change your mind, even if, in the moment, you think you won’t. If you don’t think you’re worth it, consider how it will hurt your loved ones. Push through on their behalf if you must.
For me, a man with daughters , I’d never do it, guys (and girls) would you really want your kids ( sons and stepson too) to find your corpse? Sometimes when you die at home or in a retirement community there’s poop puke and blood involved. If I’m going to the hospital.
Sold all my guns and bought a pc
Shittily. Sometimes I find myself whispering it without a second thought. I won’t buy a gun so there’s that I guess
On essaie de les convertir en ambition et en action sur la réalité directe. Au possible.
Cela alimente notre hargne dans la vie de tous les jours, peut-être même notre violence pour d’autres mais ça serait échouer.
I drink alcohol almost every night. Does it help yes and no. Are there better ways yes. I just havent found any
“Suck it up like a real man”
THC
Suicidal actions
In my case, my religion is and always be the tether that keeps me from going off the cliff (so to speak).
Not a man I think but raised male and I guess I just suppressed and waited/tried to make happy things happen
When I realized the world lied to me and I wasn’t the problem the whole mental health spectre was done for good.
You either go through with it or just grind through until the thoughts go away
i dont, i just keep going
I was feeling suicidal when I was younger and I kinda thought about how my parents and siblings would feel. I know how much they love me and I wouldn’t want to leave them with the trauma of having lost me, especially by my own hand. Luckily I’m doing pretty awesome now because that was a dark time
By seeking help immediately
I close my eyes and think of my daughters … Unfortunately the last 10 years or so have destroyed me but I just do anything that could cause them harm.
If they’re serious thoughts, get help immediately. If they’re just fleeting thoughts that you know you’d never act on, nothing. But therapy helps.
I don’t have the luxury of taking myself out my wife would kill me.
Cram it deep down into the pit with all the other emotions and feelings
We don’t we are men, we go to work, to forget about it, then we blast music when we drive, and drink ourselves to blackout to avoid thinking about it at night. We’re only here to be an ATM for our family. As long as the atm is full, nothing else matters
Work and take risks. I was ready 7 years ago and said to myself I’ll get rich or die trying. Was truly ready to die and at the end of my ropes in life, jobless, broke, etc.
Was waiting to only have enough money for a bottle of whisky and hotel room I could jump from.
Started a business and didn’t give a fuck because I’m ready to die.
We’re 100 employees now and growing.
I usually get mad. Solely for the purpose of getting them out. I know its strange but i either go hit my drums until i break sticks or go scream into my basement for a good 15 minutes. Listening to agressive metal helps
Stay busy all the time. Try not to think about how replaceable I am to everyone.
My cat helped me to keep going. Unfortunately she passed away.. but I keep going with her in mind. What has helped me is to keep my mind busy at all times. I work on my YouTube videos or paint a lot. It keeps me focused on just that. I’m still depressed and suicidal.. but haven’t had an ‘episode’ as I call them, for some months now, except some days.
Recognize them and push em aside. I don’t have time for those anymore.
Ignore them.
Got my testosterone checked. Went on TRT. Gone.
Can’t let those fckers win. I’ll live a long life simply out of spite.
Drugs ma man
I don’t have suicidal thoughts. I do however have homicidal thoughts sometimes. I try to not act on them, but it’s getting harder.
I play video games 24/7 and drink or smoke weed to avoid those thoughts. One day I’ll most likely do it.
Just push it down. I have 4 kids that rely on me.
That’s the thing, we don’t. We just learn to accept their existence and just chug along…
They commit it, with a higher success rate than women
I find the practice of mindfulness very useful in getting rid of unwanted thoughts
Try and new and unique way to accomplish it and see if it works or I somehow once again live.
By trying to hang on for one more day
In silence, at the gym, then going for a walk, this world needs you to keep going and become a man. Pressure creates diamonds and God will push you because he knows you can handle it.
This has crossed my mind many times and I think it goes without saying that people have these thoughts. men in particular.
Men suffer from things like “ not getting any matches on dating sites” this can then lead to not knowing your worth and thinking you are worthless. in some cases even death as people commit the unthinkable. That’s just one small example.
I myself have been lonely many times after loosing my father and mother at a young age to then not really having any close fam. To then having not having many friends and feeling lonely, also on dating sites, and dating in general. Even though I’m not a bad looking guy so I’m told. and do get women it’s often not what I want.
So the suicide bit. This comes down to Being able to realise that hurting yourself will get rid of the pain you ultimately feel but also affect others to a larger degree after you are gone. A mate said that if I ever did do it he would kick my motorbike over and hate me for the rest of my life. The bigger impact it would have would be crazy. There’s people out there that depend on you. And you don’t even know it.
You need to try and snap out of it no matter how hard it gets. By thinking of positive things. I really hope a trained psychiatrist can answer this better than I can. But my own experiences are to try and snap yourself out of it. Don’t sit in a dark room
I started going to therapy. I also identify what the underlying driver is, focus on it, then try to solve that.
Most people imo commit suicide because they trap themselves in a box, think no solutions will work ultimately leading to suicide. So if you’re thinking that way, radically alter what you’ve been doing. You might find a way better option.
Everytime something bad happens, you say, “it is what it is” and move on knowing shit won’t change and everything sucks and is built to suck unless you have money. If you open up as a man you are seen as weak and vulnerable, esspecially to a woman if you have one. It is hard out here brother, I know your mindset all too well because I have it too. Stay strong.
“living the dream”
By being aware as to whether the thoughts are intrusive, or if I’m taking time to stop & think about it.
By being aware if they’re thoughts (only), or plans.
I’m 66 and have depression big time, I go thru his and lows, and often think about just call it a day( ending it) but something keeps me going forward. May be my religious upbringing? But I’m still here.
I cut my drinking way back. I still will drink for different occasions but never at home and never alone…or at least that’s my goal. I also started hitting the gym over a year ago. Doing both those things has done wonders for my mental health.
I hear my Grandfathers voice, “It’s a cowardly way out boy”. I also have dealt with losing an Army buddy that way and my father in law who was my only friend.
I get intrusive thoughts at times especially when I’m having a lot of anxiety. Sometimes a thought that is suicidal will pop up in my head and I know that I would never ever do that so I don’t keep feeding the thought giving it attention having it stick around. The way intrusive thoughts work is if the thought bothers you and you keep letting it get to you it will stick around longer tormenting you. But if you don’t give the thought any attention it will go away just take in your thoughts but don’t let it get to you.
We bury them down (just like the rest of our feelings) and hope they don’t get so bad that we need to act on them. Pretty standard stuff.
Attempted twice, douse them in alcohol, and pack them deep inside.
Is this a trick question?
Easy it like talk about weather, what else is new, is what I reply to such tedious thoughts.
Imma be real with you: we get help. This is a serious topic to me, and I think getting help is the best way. You can talk to a friend, to a loved one, to a stranger that takes you serious… Just choose someone that really does take you serious. If it is dire, you can walk to any doctor. I have done exactly that before. This person listened to me, helped me calm down and guided me to people that could help me more.
Take care of yourself.
We bury them deep inside, or you find us in a closet. Next question.
Some of us don’t, but those gentlemen aren’t here to help answer this question. 988. Talk to a therapist.
I’ve been eating dead cokcroaches and living with the risk of dying from ehatverr disease they carry makes me not worried about the future for a little
I’ve had suicidal thoughts and ideations since I was roughly 7 years old. For a while they were really passive, but as I grew up they got louder. I would act on them by doing things that didn’t appear suicidal but Could in fact lead to my death but would look like an accident. Now as an adult with 3 kids to raise I still have those thoughts and when they come up I acknowledge them for what they are, a thought that serves no purpose to help me move forward in life. It doesn’t help me raise my kids and it doesn’t help me at all.
Cognitive Behavioral Therapy and Acceptance and Commitment Therapy very well might have saved my life, but ever single day is a struggle.
Bury it. Ignore it. Drink it away. Turn to porn. Drugs. Violence.
Or we get help. Unfortunately, that’s not socially acceptable.
Stuff it down with brown
Either do it, or deal with it later.
I sorta just suffer in silence in my head, too scared to talk to someone haha
I usually just take a lot of over the counter sleep aides and sleep it away. I can’t do anything stupid if sleep.
Booze
I don’t have suicidal thoughts but whenever I get sad I just think of my wife and daughters
Just suffer until the thoughts hopefully go away.
I had some suicidal thoughts during a horrible relationship last year, but no matter how bad it got, I have a son, and I could never do that to him. While we’ve had some low points, I believe I’m a net-positive in his life. That was enough to keep me going when the going got tough.
There are two options; act on them or don’t.
If you choose not to act on them, and you should choose that path, then the next step is going to see a doctor or therapist who can help you work through your challenges.
Put it on the back burner. Until my friends eventually all go their own ways, or I isolate too much and they stop talking to me, and my parents die, I’ll hang in there. After that, I have no idea. Honestly unless I can get something going in my life, it genuinely feels pretty pointless.
We either follow through with it or don’t. I, so far, have not followed through with these thoughts.
I like to make a mental note of where I’m at when I’m feeling lowest and that final step is most tempting, know it will get better at one point and push forward. Went camping last weekend with my new partner (it was beautiful) and reminded myself, “See? If you killed yourself a few weeks ago you wouldn’t be experiencing this right now.” It’s a bit of a loop I’ve found myself in and it isn’t perfect or great, but it keeps me present and I’m still here so..
It’s like a conversation you have with yourself, cus you’re contemplating death. But, the problem is it stops your whole ass life whenever it happens. So if you cant follow through with it, you just gotta tell yourself to shut the fuck up, and do something about whatever is bothering you, cus if you won’t die, at least do something to make your life less miserable. Its not perfect, but its better than dangling on the edge for years, and if things ever get really bad, there’s always death. 🤷♂️
We usually give into them over time. Personally ive been screwed up for a long time. Nobody wants to hear my problems i dont blame em.
I ignore them and listen to the other voices in my head.
Every time I work out. A voice says you suck, you don’t deserve this.
Every time I work on my prototype. There’s a voice that says I’m wasting my time. Nothing I build will ever be good enough.
Every time I hear this voice, I ignore it. And then I get to work.
Overtime, that voice becomes weaker and weaker. I still hear it, but it’s background. Basically, the actions you take pave the pathways in your brain. The more you give into defeatism, the more powerful it becomes. But the inverse is true. So I keep grinding.
Day by day I grind. Day by day I get stronger. Work and mastery gives me purpose. Today I went for a run. The voice whined like the little bitch it always is. But I ignored it. Now I’m chilling next to my garden with a beer. Kids are playing Hades with wife. Life is fine.
Recognize that your thoughts are NOT you. You are the space where your thoughts and feelings occur. But you are separate from them. They are happening due to all sorts of reasons some beyond your control. But you always have choice. And you always have space between you and the thought.
We come to reddit to find a solution to the problem that’s making us suicidal
Find comfort in them, let them go, and then go about your day.
Depressive throughts i just scream a little inside then put the energy into working out or guitar or just actual work.
The rare case they’re suicidal i just ignore them.
Banter with my friends on discord or just play an intense game that requires all my attention.
“If I can be there for my friends, I can be there for myself.”
This hits home for me, for a long time. I was dealing with thoughts like this, and as I got older and realize that I’m being played by something because I’m meant for something more. If you wanna think of it as a spiritual sense, the devil is attacking you because he knows that you are a great threat and when I came to that realization, I stopped letting those thoughts plague me, and ruin my day.
It was at that moment that I also started to get into the gym. I felt so out of pocket like I didn’t belong there but a trainer there welcome with arms and gave me the greatest advice I ever heard: when you come to the gym, you are essentially coming to a therapy appointment where the weights don’t judge you they just listen and you get whatever is going on inside out, becoming stronger to fight those days.
Above all, I had a strong connection to God. I don’t lead people to him because no one else will go through what I went through with him. It’s my own personal experience that he made for me and it got my attention. Through the dark times and the good times he’s always been there for me and I could talk to him at any time and I really mean like a person.
Where is my bottle so I can fill it up some more? Generally I remind myself that I’ll die in about 50 or so years.
Doing just That…By Dealing with it
Go on a run/workout
Get more sun
Listen to music are my go tos
I listen to depressing music, then upbeat music
I try to remind myself that I won the birth lottery against astronomical odds and that I have no right to complain about the gift I’ve been given.
“We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?”
We have them. Think would be nice and remember all the shit we have to pay for.
Therapy taught me that unaliving is a permanent coping mechanism for what are likely temporary issues.
It’s easy to feel trapped in a bottomless pit when you are constantly feeding and fueling yourself deeper with the same negative thoughts and behaviors that grounded you in there.
Climbing out is the hard part but if you don’t do it, NO ONE is gonna do it for you…
That means…
-Getting up when you don’t want to.
-Working when you don’t feel like it.
-Eating something after starving yourself from not getting up.
-Doing the dishes instead of letting them pile up and smelling bad.
-Doing your laundry and folding it away when you don’t feel like doing it.
-Taking a shower when you don’t feel up to it.
-Going for a bit of exercise and a workout when you don’t have the energy or motivation for it.
-Doing your hobbies even when you lose interest in them.
-etc etc etc
It’s the small victories that hold back the darkness and keep the demons at bay.
I’ve met a lot of men going through thoughts like these and fortunately I’ve never met one that went through with it. It’s normal nowadays to feel this way in a world that tells men that they don’t matter, their problems aren’t that serious, they shouldn’t be complaining, they should man up and take it, and worse yet even outright telling men to do it because nobody cares about them. I’ve only ever called one of those hotline once before in my life and they didn’t do a damn thing for me either.
Yet everyone is surprised when a guy actually does it… I try to be there for my bros, and I’ve heard countless stories of men considering unaliving themselves but the ones you hear about too late are the ones that closed themselves off and just hid themselves away in dark room until they found all the wrong reasons to go through with it. This is literally why Hotel rooms all across America have a Bible in each room, to be a small ounce of hope for those men that sequester themselves away might find God in that moment when it’s almost too late.
What helped me was realizing that nobody was gonna rescue me, if I prayed to God about it I knew that he wouldn’t help me until I helped myself and I got out of bed and got something to eat…
In the Bible, Elijah the prophet was being hunted down to be killed and he escaped from his persecutors until he found himself resting under a Juniper tree and he gave up and yelled to God “I have had enough Lord! Take my life! For I am no better than my ancestors!” and he rested and slept and while he slept, an Angel came and touched him awake and told him “Get up and eat.” and to his surprise there was freshly baked bread and a jar of water waiting besides him and he ate and AGAIN he went to sleep… and Angel came to wake him again and told him “Get up and eat, for the journey you’re about to take is too much for you.” and he ate again but this time he was strengthened by what he ate and so he set out for a journey forty days and forty nights to go and meet God.
Sometimes, all it takes is a good nap lol and some food and someone to push you to get up and eat and do something for you to find some self realization and get over your fears and find your purpose again.
The Devil is pouncing and prowling like a ravenous wolf waiting for you to be alone and vulnerable… whether it’s Satan himself or your fears or your insecurities or your depression that’s fueling these thoughts, you can’t let them win.
Reach out to your friends, yell and get mad! Yell like Elijah! Bros… God didn’t get angry he yelled at him. In fact he let it happen to fuel his meeting with him and God is so cool he sent him UberEats with an Angel lol
I have chronic depression and deal with suicidality regularly. I sold my weapon, stay away from weapons in general, and try to keep my stress low.
When I start getting the thoughts involving six feet of rope I tend to go hang out with my puppies or find videos that are warming and try to remember that there are still good things in the world worth seeing. Usually it’s just kids or animals being happy and it’s really comforting to see that someone out there can still feel joy in life; helps keep the nihilism and existential dread at bay. But I’ve also come to terms with the reality that this is just life for me now.
When I felt like that long ago, I knew it was selfish that I had one shot at this life and was gunna stubborn my way out of any situation
Honestly mostly distraction. I used to have people I would go to, but I’ve learned most people can’t actually handle you struggling for too long. So many people say “I’m always here for you” but very few mean that and it’s messed up a lot of my relationships. It’s not healthy to keep all that inside but I find it easier to watch a video related to something I like, or play a game I enjoy.
I’ve struggled with depression, anxiety, anorexia and other stuff for many years now, I’ve been to multiple therapists over several years and none were able to help, felt like I didn’t connect well with any of them or they didn’t understand me. Refused to take medicine because I didn’t want to become fat or lose my sex drive. I experience suicidal ideation fairly often, especially when my health issues flare up or when I feel my friends becoming distant with me. More than anything I’ve been told all my life that I won’t go to heaven if I kill myself, and that terrifies me. I’m also afraid I’ll screw up and just permanently disable or disfigure myself if I do it wrong.
Some days are a lot harder than others, especially when I feel people looking at my life and how much of a failure I am. I really do feel I’d do everyone a favor if I ended it, as I’m too much for anyone, but there are things I want or look forward to, like having my first kiss and having a wife, or experiencing the next Smash Bros. It might seem silly but that’s all that’s making me hold on right now. I know it’s not sustainable though and I’m afraid someday I’ll actually commit to it