Well, last night I was awake alone all night and it was quite awful. I went to sleep in the morning and got up at one p.m. I had been abusing myself mentally using the Alter Ego mind game. I’d had enough when I got up but had no food so I went out to get some, but felt bad so I came home. I decided then I was going to commit suicide when I had the right pills. I was resolute. And the wind just left me. I had less chaotic feelings. I went to the store and got some food in a calm mind. It took 20 minutes and I got home and still didn’t know what I was going to do. I watched TV and relaxed. Then I talked to my mom and surprised myself because I was cheerful. I watched some more TV and texted my brother. Then I played the mandolin and it made me decide to not kill myself. I don’t feel at this time I have the right to die. I am blessed with a healthy body and I am in relative comfort all the time. Tonight I’m taking my sleep aid as prescribed.
This is good. You deserve to live
People dont think straight when they are tired and hungry. Remember to rest and eat regularly
oookay, then.
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That’s a subtle way to do it. But it’s good that you want to live.
I cut my wrist and that didn’t work it clotted. My back up plan was to jump from an interstate overpass on to oncoming traffic. Glad I never tried that.
I will never try again but I get suicidal all the time. Eventually it passes. You just have to wait it out.
Been there. It will pass just gotta distract in the meantime
Hang in there, King.
You could kill people jumping off an overpass.
I never did it. Didn’t own a gun. That would have done it I bet. Before I cut my wrist I was going to hang myself but didn’t have a rope. I found an extension cord and was going to try that but I didn’t know how to make a noose.
Don’t miss those days. That’s been a long time ago now.
I am not nearly as suicidal as I used to be. I used to think about it a lot. Much of it was due to that hell drug Haldol. I’ve never been so miserable as I was on that drug. Now I feel like I can wait for the end. I’m not in any hurry to get there.
It seems like committing suicide is like having an accident.
Maybe in some ways, but you don’t want to completely forget that only you can be responsible for most of the choices you make. I’m not saying you’re being irresponsible. Far from it. But your improvement has to come from inside of you. No one else can do it, except you.
Actually, this idea keeps me from doing it.
@jinx i hope you can voluntarily check in to the hospital next time you feel it. Or have someone to talk to. Glad you made it out.
Good. Use what works, and throw away what does not work.
I believe that sometimes someone will commit of a tempt suicide based on someone else possessing them and making them think it and do it like mind control and body control.
It can be a jinn which Muslims believe in or a bad human spirit.
Jinn are said to be stuck up but there are good ones but not many and they are powerful but doesn’t make them better than humans.
They can transform to a tree and nature but they can be bad tree if they are bad.
Maybe the suicide wasn’t you if you weren’t feeling like yourself.
I feel my haters sometimes and they feel so awful.
I don’t want to feel them ever again and i don’t want them to feel me.
I’m sorry you guys been through such difficulties and wish you well.
I’m aware of some recurring phenomenon, like a succubus on your chest but they can’t do as much as you say. They are very limited.
Been in these situations more than I can count, maybe don’t want to be reminded. It’s not a good feeling. Hope you pull through.
I was gonna off myself, but I eventually surrendered, stopped fighting, and dropped the story I was telling myself about what was happening. Admitting I was wrong about everything helped too. I ended up being happy here and now. My life is enough for me.
Been thinking about it as well, just tired or rude people in this world and constant fighting. News is terrible… it’s on my mind every month or so, bit less than before though. Would not even care if I just pass away. But such are feelings… sleep is the closest I can get to feel comfortable, but each waking hour is some form of nightmare. Good thing that I do not have children, so cannot pass it on. i.e. genetics of depression, psychosis and sz in my family.