Anyone here who has attempted real suicide in the past and has failed at it?
Not just 'half trying' but literally having the purpose and attempting to do it.
Is the use of a hunting rifle too risky cause of the possibility of failing to get the bullets into your brain?
Yeah, I tried hanging myself but failed because my weight broke the rope. I was basically brain dead when they found me. Some one else is currently doing my typing. I should have shot myself. I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself I should have shot myself i should have fucking shot myself
Then be sure to add on said suicide note something along the lines of "The state you may find me in is nothing that even resembles life. Don't leave me like this. You will be doing me a favor". Make it so it makes them feel they are doing you a favor and that's it what you want...because it is, right?
i used to want to kill myself too. the reason i didn't is not because i found some amazing thing in life that made all the suffering worth it but because i started doubting the standard 'death model' of modern scientists. they think brain death = permanent end of individual life/mind forever. if that's true, suicide really does set us "free", free to the nothingness of death which is the ultimate fate of all. my problem became, what if death is not the end, in fact, what if the ancient idea prevalent in intellectual cultures of ancient greece and ancient india, namely rebirth or reincarnation, is true? if rebirth is true, suicide is absolutely useless, all it does is get you out of one body and right back into another, starting from 0 like after losing a game. except it's not a total start over, you bring with you your karma, the force of your past actions, which will condition your new life into similar forms as the one you tried to escape from. in short, you're going to face the same issues again until you learn to overcome them and learn from them and continue along your journey.
think about it, op. you would be taking a bigger risk with worse consequences by choosing suicide than by suffering through it. in the end, all our lives are short, and death comes naturally, whether we want it or not, so why not just wait it out? if life is truly horrible, a few more years or decades of brutal misery will only confirm it and you will die gladly, glad to leave this evil world.
man, your life should not depend on your "exams". fuck exams. don't be one of those people who kill themselves, throwing their whole lives away, all over some stupid nonsense that only means something to them because they foolishly invested meaning in it.
divest of all meaning, give no fucks. live on. i'm 27 and life gets better when you overcome weaknesses you had in your youth, when you deeply sense that "this would have crushed me years ago" and you can just brush it off like it's nothing.
The only real thing that's keeping me from doing it is the pain I'd inflict on my beloved ones. They don't really deserve it after how much suffering they've endorsed due to me. I am the main reason of their unhappiness, and sometimes they express it through their emotions and words and it literally breaks my soul. Thinking about this is the only thing that ever gets me to tears.
That wasn't the reason. My mom didn't care. She's thought I am untrustworthy and scum even before that.
She used finding me as another excuse to martyr herself and give friends and family her sob story on how "I just don't know where I went wrong." speech so other people can only respond on how she was a good parent and it was me who had the problem. It only alienated our relationship further. I don't blame her for the issues I had, but god, some mothers aren't meant to be mothers.
I regret it because my life did get better, and I never thought it would. I'm not a sob story anymore. Definitely not my mom's sob story anymore.
Good anon and I would agree some mothers aren't fit to be but for different reasons my mother shouldn't of had kids because she doesn't have high enough patience for the amount of us there was
While your mother sounds like she wants them so she has something to blame
do what Elliot Rodger did and shoot yourself with two guns at the same time.
Holy shit, no don't do this.
If suicide is the last thing you do, don't fucking half ass it and make somebody else both finish the job and fucking clean-up your left over meat.
God, damn, literally it's the last goddamn thing you do on the planet and you don't take time to ensure it goes smoothly?
Terminal velocity + Hard Surface
Don't jump into water or a seal will save you or some shit. Or pad lock a cinder block to your neck sand go swimming.
Or you know, don't kill yourself. We are all going in the ground eventually. May as well go for the ride.
Are you actually considering suicide over your exams? If you are, you need to seek psychiatric help, I'm serious. Anything school-related is approaching the level of what I'd consider "not a real problem." Nothing that happens in school is set in stone. There's literally always a redo, if not now, then in a few years when you can afford it again.
see I keep myself alive with the half lie that I can find and murder rapists and pedophiles legally in the the right situation. A little fucked up but what ever keeps you going right?
"explain you're typing, and yeah and now just type I should have shot myself like 30 times"
"do i have tooooo?"
"yes. look at my fucking brain, michael. look at it. are you looking at it? brain. dead. now type, monkey, type"