I dont know what to do, I have zero reasons to live, my parents hate me, many things in my life happened including chronic illness, mental struggles, i hate my life and i hate where I live, without privacy, room or even love. I dont want to say more since nobody care but i have many reasons to end my life.
The only reasons why I not yet is the fear and that i am simply scared of death but also my parents blackmailing me into thinking it’s my fault and only i am responsible and they will only curse on me daily. Also that my animal die from sadness. Hes hamster so I dont think he likes me much anywaysđ .
Anyways if you were in similar situation, what made you stay alive and not end your life, and did your life got better?
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My hatred for one person, but they died last year to cancer so now I catch myself wondering.
I get it. I got a dog and that’s kinda helped, it’s easier for me to leave people than it is for me to leave my dog he couldn’t survive without me. That and the crazy people pills (antidepressants) have helped me.
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My cat.
My cat
When I was younger I would get incredibly bad depression. I went through some fucked up shit. Not the worst it could have been, definitely not acceptable to happen to anyone.
When I realized that no matter what I do, it all eventually ends anyway, it kick started a thought process that led to an inability to even consider suicide.
I like to think of it as, when I used to play NFS hot pursuit on the 360, some of my best times on the final race were gotten after some of my worst starts but didn’t restart the race. I had world record speeds, they were just long after the records mattered.
Suicide would be like smashing my Xbox with a sledgehammer because I got a bad start to the race.
Helping others and probably God.
How old are you and where are you from?
Well, something that sparked the thing I’m doing right now was my cat that passed away, maybe he was only 2 years old but he gave me a something that I never had courage to explore,
it was determination and motivation, so I started to go on walks, and go, until I woke up one day to find him laying dead outside, I got devastated mentally as he was one to help cure my depression and mood swings, I wasn’t able to move out from my bed for 5 days straight I was mentally unable to do such a thing, right now only thing I have left after him is the determination and motivation so to honor that I do my daily walk as a goal, it maybe doesn’t cure my depression but it gives me an goal to wake up another day.
Without this simple goal, waking up and trying to go out from bed wasn’t easy task, still is not but at least I have A reason to do so.
I was in extremely bad shape after I dropped out of college, and pretty much didn’t do anything for about a year. A therapist I talked to said I was severely clinically depressed, and while she was great she didn’t help me. I got pretty close several times.
What did eventually help was that I got an internship, I ended up living in a tent for six months hiking up and down mountains carrying 50lbs and then doing 10 hour days of strenuous work. When I got home I felt amazing I have never been that depressed again and afterwards, I liked it so much I went back the next year as an employee, and then did similar work for a couple more years across the country (but I wasn’t in a tent anymore). This lead directly to the career I have now.
So yes it got a lot better. When I was talking to a therapist more recently and I explained my past he talked about how much he wished people would listen to him about doing exactly what I did. Going outside, spending time in green spaces, and parks and getting some exercise is pretty amazing for mental health in the long run. You don’t have to run away to the mountains like I did, even finding a tree to sit under every day and read a book can help. Exercise doesn’t need to be high levels of physical labor either, even 15 minutes of walking a day outside and away from home will help a lot. Getting out of depression isn’t about the one simple fix, it’s about slow steady improvements.
The will to live what i didnt live when i was down low.
And to live to see who made me wrong watch me take what was allways mine.
Im a narcisistic abuse survivor since i was a little baby(mother/father if they are even related to me would toss me around town to be abused) im now 41 years old my looks/body never stopped improving and near to get closure next im gonna change my name and vanish from a wicked narcisistic town.
Maybe one day youll see a movie about my life.
All because of a cursed bloodline heritage.
“what made you stay alive and not end your life”
Decided that I would go Dexter (I suppose it would be Luigi now) first if things got so bad that I had to do that.
“did your life got better?”
Yes, now I have a great life and have zero interest in self-harm. As for being Dexter though…
My sister, she saw my cuts one day and cried her eyes out. I didnât think anyone cared about me, I was washing my hands and pulled up my sleeves, she saw it as she walked by. It broke her heart. Seeing that she cared, even though she didnât usually show it. A lot of people care for you, unfortunately many of them donât like to show it. But I know itâs true, in my head at the time no one couldâve cared about me, until I stopped forcing myself to believe those things.
When your in the dumps, everything and everyone feel like a chore, they feel meaningless, but thereâs so much happening behind their eyes. Maybe you donât have a person who cares right now, but there is someone out there, maybe in the immediate future, maybe in the distant one.
“I dont want to say more since nobody care but i have many reasons to end my life.”
I would never tell someone not to kill themselves if they were so unhappy that life is unbearable.
However, I will tell you to exhaust every option before doing so. You haven’t even started with the first obvious option, which is to get away from your parents.
I guess the fear from uncertainty of what exactly happens after you die?
My life is complicated & messy but it scares me less than the abyss.
Apathy of all things. Everything was pain, kept feeling like a failure that deserved the constant suffering, constantly reminded that I was unwanted. Surprisingly enough though the depression from all of it made me wanted to end it all but I actively couldn’t sum up the energy to actually end it all. I persisted simply because I couldn’t be bothered to end it
My parrot.
Hands down, I have decided to stay here at least 3 times because of my parrot.
>he is pretty awesome <
cats
My best friend, he made me stay, without him I wouldn’t be here and without me no one would look up to him. Life did get better for me, I’m much more happy now but the dark though, they never leave completely
My daughter.
It was def my faith. I thought if there was a god who had a plan, then I’d see it through to see what it was
So far I’m glad I stayed alive
I’m here until my dog isn’t, that’s where I’ve arrived at this point.
My wife taking me to get some help.
And then realizing that feelings are part of being alive and, while these feelings weren’t pleasant, that I was grateful to be alive to feel them.
My life now is super amazing.
God
Nothing. I just didn’t die.
The fact that all my sorrow was craving for was feeling alive. The only thing which would make me feel better required being aliveÂ
Initially, I was stubborn, competitive and refused to let situations “beat” me by ending it. As things felt darker, I had my cat and he needed me. I knew my girlfriend would eventually be fine without me but, I couldn’t explain it to my cat so I had to stay for him.
A few years later, we rescued a dog as well. Then I had two things that needed me because I couldn’t explain to them why I’d gone.
As I worked through it I realised that I was living in a prison of my own making to a degree. My deep sadness and will to no longer live was really a symptom of other issues I wasn’t dealing with.
I made changes to my life that stopped me feeling trapped. I found goals for a better life of my own design, not what other people said I should do. I started finding lessons in things instead of only seeing failures. This gave me a purpose.
Both my pets died last year. I miss them every day but, I am so grateful for their presence when I didn’t have the strength or the knowledge of how to keep going for myself.
Even their passing has turned into an opportunity. We are now giving two more rescue dogs, who would’ve struggled to find a home, a great life.
I had to stop telling myself I was worthless and a failure and start realising I could do good, regardless of what other people thought of me.
Curiosity
bee gees đ
Im afraid
My dad says ânuh-uh. Bad. Donât do s**cide. Shit kills you.â And I was like âbut thatâs the pointâ and he goes âno, thatâs bad. Now go talk to this woman I paid to talk to you. And take these pills.â And now Iâm better đ
Sorry for the goofy vibe, talking about it seriously makes me sad