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This is deep brother and well said.
Wasnt my goal but thanks man.
This is deep brother and well said.
Sometimes it's like your a whole other person, is the thing. Its like you're kind of watching it all happen. You put something into your hands and you wrap it around your throat or your touch your wrist with it and you almost don't even know what the hell is going on.
I don't think it's a rational thing. I don't believe you can "think your way out" of one of those moments. You can only hope to get lucky and survive it, or snap out of it before it goes too far.
thanks for the link ts
it touch me
a lot of people saying talk get it out.. that's always been the problem for me i figured the war inside my head i have figure it out nobody business etc...self loathing sucks when your told you should be happy you have it great...
the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn't always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn't even something
You seem like a really genuinely nice person.
I have actually done something like this. Back in the late 80's when I was in the Corps. I would go to this senior home and visit with an old WW I vet. I probably visited him 10 to 15 and we became kind of close. He would talk for hours about the ups and downs of his life and things he had seen and experienced. Years later when my wife passed a lot of his words really helped me out.Want to hear real talk? Go down to a senior center and find the most pathetic looking senior you can whos still able to talk and go sit next to them. Then ask them to tell you about life. And sit there and stfu. Listen. and really listen. Until they stop talking and want to go take their afternoon nap. That's where you will hear the real shit. That's where you will hear the actual legit pieces of realness that 20 somethings contrive and try to spit in here like their modern day Kafkas.
I like it,
Been depressed and had suicidal thoughts since i was about 10. I'm 29 now, and over the last 5 years my emotions have almost evaporated, so i don't feel much anymore, which includes depression.
I guess things worked out in the end.
I think our ideas (society) about suicide are all wrong. If a person wants to take his life, then who am I to stand in his way? Guilting a person to continue living is horrible. Why persuade a person to continue living when he doesn't want to? In the end, its his decision and no one elses. Now of course let the person know that you are available to talk if he needs it, and that you are his friend or whatever. But its his life, and his free will. There needs to be assisted suicide programs imo.
I think our ideas (society) about suicide are all wrong. If a person wants to take his life, then who am I to stand in his way? Guilting a person to continue living is horrible. Why persuade a person to continue living when he doesn't want to? In the end, its his decision and no one elses. Now of course let the person know that you are available to talk if he needs it, and that you are his friend or whatever. But its his life, and his free will. There needs to be assisted suicide programs imo.
There are moments in our life, when we dedicate a kind of love and touching respect to nature in its plants, minerals, animals, landscapes, just as to human nature in its children, in the morals of country folk and of the primeval world, not because it is pleasing to our senses, not even because it satisfies our understanding or taste (the opposite can often occur in respect to both), but rather merely because it is nature. Every fine man, who does not altogether lack feeling, experiences this, when he walks in the open, when he lives upon the land or tarries beside monuments of ancient times, in short, when he is surprised in artificial relations and situations with the sight of simple nature.
Nature in this mode of contemplation is for us nothing other than voluntary existence, subsistence of things through themselves, existence according to its own unalterable laws.
This conception is absolutely necessary, if we should take interest in such phenomena. If one could give to an artificial flower by means of the most perfect deception, the appearance of nature, if one could carry the imitation of the naive in morals up to the highest illusion, so would the discovery, that it be imitation, completely destroy the feeling of which we are speaking.1 From this it is clear, that this kind of pleasure in regard to nature is not aesthetical, but rather moral; for it is produced by means of an idea, not immediately through contemplation; also, it by no means depends upon the beauty of forms. What would even a plain flower, a spring, a mossy stone, the chirping of birds, the buzzing of bees, etc., have in itself so charming for us? What could give it any claim upon our love? It is not these objects, it is an idea represented through them, which we love in them. We love in them the quietly working life, the calm effects from out itself, existence under its own laws, the inner necessity, the eternal unity with itself.
But their perfection is not their merit, because it is not the work of its choice. They afford us, therefore, the entirely peculiar pleasure, that they, without shaming us, are our model. A constant divine appearance, they surround us, but more refreshingly than dazzlingly. What constitutes their character is precisely that which is lacking in ours to be complete; what distinguishes us from them is precisely that which is missing in them to be divine. We are free, and they are necessary; we change, they remain the same.
I agree about that.
One of the worst phrases ever is that people who commit suicide are cowards.
It's actually completely the opposite. Killing yourself is arguably one of the bravest things you could ever possibly do.
To actually make that choice is without doubt the most important decision anyone can ever possibly make.
Of course it will affect people who care about you, but if you're in such a way that you think ending your life is the only way to go, regardless of people or things you love and enjoy, then it's only about yourself.
Unless someone has been there, it's very hard, maybe impossible, for them to understand and that's why they say things like "oh it's a cowards way out".
Same as people who think the same sort of thing about people with serious addiction issues.
Ive wanted to call the police/ambulance, but I dont know her apartment number
You totally DON'T sound like a piece of shit, bro. You're trying to do all the right things, you're trying to help. There's nothing blameworthy about any of that. You don't need to feel guilt at all. You're a very good person going by that post.
It does differ but in general I would say that people who keep using suicide as a threat are very unlikely to actually go through with it.
Most suicides seem to be more or less out of the blue, most people who do it don't have some kind of big build up to it.
Using it as a threat is just a cry for attention and help.
^ this.
You're not the least bit a pos man.
Trick her into giving you her address, tell her your sending her a care package or something. get the address, next time she threatens, call the police/ambulance. that's your care package. you care enough to try and get her professional help. after that, break it off. there's only so much you can do, and it seems like its tearing you apart, which is completely unfair to you.
So, Im in the position of not wanting to call the ambulance because if I do and she isnt fully serious, and she loses her job, has to spend a few days in the hospital, etc, it might just make things worse.