Posts by Daniel Alvarez7

electricstag2 said:I had no idea this could be considered an emergency😲

Look, I’m not actually in pain—I feel perfectly fine, really—so I didn't want to cause a scene. You know how those ER doctors look at anyone who isn't actively dying; they just see "drama queens" waiting to happen. 🕺

My last checkup at Planned Parenthood was about ten months ago, and everything was totally fine back then. But whatever—I'll go just to stop myself from worrying. Hopefully, it's nothing serious.

It could be a polyp, or maybe it's just some random spotting between periods—honestly, there's no need to spiral, but it's better to get eyes on it just for your own peace of mind.
For what it's worth, my cycle tends to shift by a week or two every spring and fall. There are a hundred harmless reasons why this happens, but if this has never been an issue for you before, I'd much rather get checked out than sit around playing the waiting game.

It would be a refreshing change of pace if religious educators actually started introducing faith to children through a lens of genuine love—rather than relying on rigid moralizing and the soul-crushing pursuit of perfect grades.
Instead, we’re just instilling resentment and deep-seated hostility toward spirituality because these classes fail to connect anything meaningful, peaceful, or beautiful to the experience.
We ought to be teaching kids to value and respect faith—if not through their own personal conviction or spiritual hunger, then at the very least by respecting it as part of our shared American heritage, our roots, and the customs that define us. It is something deeply embedded in our history; it’s what guided us through centuries and provided the strength to endure impossible hardships over generations. Beyond that, it should be about showing respect for those who *do* feel a profound need for spiritual connection—regardless of which specific faith they follow.
It truly saddens me that, at times, these lessons are delivered by individuals who lack even the slightest talent for conveying the warmth, importance, or vastness of faith. I often walk away with the impression that certain instructors are nothing more than narrow-minded, deeply insecure people whose sole objective is to exert dominance over children—essentially using them as punching bags to vent their own personal frustrations.

Ashley Bailey75 said:Look, I get the theory behind all this—it makes sense on paper. But honestly? There are way too many times where I just can't deal. I can't be expected to react perfectly every single time just so they finally "get it" or learn their lesson. It’s exhausting. And when those gray, freezing rainy days hit? That's when it really sucks. Especially when I'm flying solo because my husband is stuck working 12-hour shifts, I've got a baby who isn't even walking yet, and a toddler who basically decides he's done with life halfway through our walk. We're basically sentenced to house arrest.
I get where the frustration is coming from—mine and theirs. Look, I’m not some perfect mom, and I’m certainly not trying to be. I’ve taken the advice to heart and I put it into practice every single day, but let's be real—life happens. It's impossible to manage everything unless I'm hovering over them 24/7, breathing down their necks and pouring every ounce of my energy into micromanaging their every move. That's just not how it works.
If someone actually manages to stay perfectly calm while dealing with two toddlers who—between them—only weigh about 30 pounds, and everything is somehow running like clockwork day in and day out? Honestly, hats off to them. But let’s be real—people like that don't exist. They just don't. Those are kids we're talking about. They’re little chaos agents; they think of everything, and none of it is good. Me? I'm only human. I lose my cool at least once in a blue moon and end up yelling. It happens.

Look, things aren't exactly a circus at my place—no screaming matches, no total chaos, no disrespect or whatever. We’re just your typical American family with two little ones. Actually, maybe even a bit unconventional compared to the neighbors, considering how much time I spend hands-on with them. They've got everything they need to just be kids, you know? But yeah, they have their moments—their little outbursts and moods—just like I do. Honestly, it doesn't bother me one bit; I actually get where it's coming from.

(Aside from him pushing his sister around—I honestly can’t get that out of my head.)

My apologies; I didn't mean to offend you, nor did I imply that you are a bad or impatient parent.
I was merely suggesting that all this chaos can be managed without reaching those levels of total exhaustion and yelling—or worse, the hitting, slapping, grabbing, or sudden jerking motions I see some parents resort to.
It is quite simple: you get out what you put in.
That was just the condensed version of my previous point.

Ashley Bailey75 said:Yeah, let me know when you find out. Honestly, I was banking on him just figuring it out—everyone kept telling me, "Eh, it’s a tiny difference, they'll basically be twins." And everything was fine until the baby actually started acting like a little person and interacting. Now? It's a total mess.

Children have to learn respect for their parents first and foremost. But here’s the catch: you can’t expect that if you aren't modeling respect for them first. And if you want them to respect one another, you need peace in the house. Peace isn't going to happen when kids are screaming through the halls, brawling with each other, and you're reacting by losing your cool—leading to a cycle where everyone is shouting, blood pressure is spiking, and you're all just draining yourselves into nothingness. It's a downward spiral that leaves you as a frustrated, burnt-out mother and turns them into impossible, unruly, wild little things.

There is a dead-simple solution to keeping this whole situation from spiraling out of control: tire them out through play.
That means getting them out of the house so they can run wild and actually be what they should be—happy, smiling, energetic kids.
Only then can you start setting boundaries—for example, "we eat dinner first, then we go outside." Once you get back home, the rules kick in: cleaning up toys, bath time, or whatever specific routine you've established. Let the older ones set the tone for the younger ones, and talk to them constantly. Sit them down and explain that grabbing plates isn't a joke, and that as their mom, you're genuinely worried about them getting hurt. Explain it at their level, but stay calm and serious; keep it to a few sentences or weave it into a story. And do it when they are calm—otherwise, you're just pouring gasoline on the fire.

If you're working and coming home late, give them something productive to do at home.
The internet is packed with educational entertainment for every age group imaginable.
Before bed, kill the TV. Bathe them, settle them down so they actually feel sleepy, rather than letting their adrenaline spike from cartoons, leaving them wired, cranky, and too hyper to even think about sleeping.
Read to them, tell them stories, map out tomorrow's schedule together, or just talk about how the day went.
And for heaven's sake, don't raise your voice. Try to strike the word "No!" from your vocabulary entirely.
I don't even use that tone with my dog. That should be reserved strictly for moments of genuine danger or warning.
If a kid starts heading toward the china cabinet, call them gently by name and ask if they remember the agreement regarding the cabinets. Walk over to the child, open the cabinet, and look inside together. Explain what each piece of dishware is; show them a few times in that manner, and believe me, they'll lose interest before you can even blink, and the problem will vanish.

Carl Rivera43 said:What exactly do you mean by control?

I mean the sense where that lethargy, that sluggishness—or whatever depressing label you want to slap on it—completely swallows you whole, leaving you with absolutely zero willpower, zero strength, and zero capacity to fight back once you’ve started sinking.
I make sure to dose it out. It’s just how I’m wired—I need significantly more solitude, peace, silence, and that sort of detached, weightless state of mind.
But I’m fully aware that staying in that headspace doesn't feel good; it numbs me, it isn't healthy, it isn't productive, and it certainly doesn't lead anywhere positive.
Still, I need my allotted time every single day to just be alone with myself.
So, I set a limit—maybe an hour or two where I simply cease to exist for the rest of the world. Or, if it’s been one of those weeks where I've been constantly on the move, I take the entire Sunday for myself. I’ll prep lunch, get my dogs out for a run, and those few hours before and after the meal belong strictly to me.
However—and this is the crucial part—you have to have a plan. Most of the time, I prefer to stay lost in my own head, but then I force a break in that cycle by going for a run, hitting the gym, or even just taking a deliberate nap to snap myself back to reality. Because if I truly surrender to that feeling, I know I’ll be sidelined for the entire day. Sometimes I do let myself go, but that’s it. That was the day, and tomorrow I start over.
There is no drowning in it and waiting for some miracle from Bob in Des Moines to come swoop in and save me.
So, I’m resting until 4 PM today, then it’s straight to my workout.

Carl Rivera43 said:Yeah, I really need to beat this lazy version of myself and push to become someone better, someone more driven.

Writing songs just isn't hitting the same lately. It’s starting to feel a bit heavy, almost like I'm sliding into a funk. Honestly? I think I just need to get moving and find some physical activity to clear my head.

Look, if that's just how you're wired, then sure—feeling a bit sluggish here and there in short bursts is fine. But it’s absolutely not okay to let yourself lose all control over your own state of mind.

Carl Rivera43 said:Yeah, honestly? I’m still fighting this new routine. It clearly doesn't fit me, and because I'm resisting the change, I end up feeling totally scattered and out of sync. Plus, it really gets under my skin when people hyper-fixate on every little mistake I make while completely ignoring everything I actually get right.

But look, I know I need to step it up. This whole "type, work, coffee" loop just isn't cutting it anymore. It feels like I'm subconsciously holding myself back from actually doing great things.

You’ve become lazy. It’s the inevitable fallout of a lifestyle like that. You want to act, you really do, but you can't bring yourself to do it—so all those possibilities just weigh you down and exhaust you until you’d rather just rot at home than actually make a move.

First, you have to shift your entire physical energy. You achieve that by simply getting in motion; John Wayne gave some solid advice once, and you’d do well to listen.
Introduce small changes—in your diet, in your mindset—but don't try to sprint ahead all at once, or you'll burn out before you even get started.
Start walking—fast walking, working up a sweat—maybe some jogging or home workouts. Don't jump straight into a high-intensity CrossFit gym, because you might still be too sluggish, and all that sudden stimulation will hit you way too hard.
But you have to move. Don't sit there expecting that suddenly eating more fruit and vegetables is going to give you wings. You have to build those wings yourself, and you'll realize they're there only once you start moving—once you transform that stagnant, sour energy inside you. Once you finally start breathing again.
Humans aren't built to just sit around and decay. And that is exactly what you're doing.
As soon as you implement these shifts, you'll start feeling powerful within just two weeks. And it doesn't matter if you stumble along the way; that's just part of the process of navigating this new path and reshaping yourself into someone new.👍

Carl Rivera43 said:Yeah, honestly, that robotic vibe creeps in sometimes and it really worries me. It’s because I just can't seem to stay focused, you know? And once that focus slips, all these bizarre anxieties start crawling in out of nowhere. I really wish I could lock in more at work, but let's be real—the job is just incredibly dull. Same thing with dating, too. I want to be more chill when talking to girls, but I end up sounding way too formal and scripted, which totally kills my momentum.

Why don't you pick up a hobby, learn a new language, or just find something to be genuinely satisfied with instead of letting these hollow voids of discontent swallow you whole? You've likely outgrown your current role—you need actual challenges. It sounds to me like you know deep down you're ready for something different, something better, yet you're just spinning your wheels in place.
If this hits home for you, believe me—I spent years stuck in that exact same cycle—but you probably have to endure every single stage of hitting rock bottom and feeling completely unfulfilled before you finally muster the courage to take that first decisive step. Only then does the momentum actually start to shift.
That transition period can be brutal—confusing, agonizing, and incredibly drawn out—which is likely why you're anticipating disaster and resisting anything new. But the longer you hesitate, the longer this stagnation lasts.
Once it finally happens, though, the sense of liberation is absolute.
Just take it one step at a time; things will eventually fall into place.🙂

Carl Rivera43 said:Do you ever look back at those times when you actually stuck to your guns and made some real, firm decisions?
Was there ever something out there just too overwhelming, keeping you from being able to commit to a solid plan?

Personally, I’m looking to start making tougher calls. I want to be more independent, boost my confidence, and finally get my focus dialed in. Any tips on how to make that happen?

Just so we’re clear—it isn't exactly a gift.
I’ve been wired this way since I was a kid—actually, I'm even worse now. There is zero chance that I’ll say, "Starting tomorrow, I'm done with X," or "Tomorrow is Day One," only to wake up and change my mind. It doesn't happen.
And honestly? That’s its own kind of burden. People like that tend to be too responsible, too intense, and far too rigid in how they live their lives.
My advice is to try to find some middle ground. That’s the only way to stay sane.

On a practical note—if you want to change something—say, you decide tomorrow you aren't eating chocolate anymore (let's start with something basic)—you have to prepare for the fallout. You need a backup plan for when the craving hits. Because let’s face it: grabbing an apple when you're actually dying for a Snickers bar isn't going to cut it. In those transition periods, you're better off having something like some plain shortbread cookies ready—something sweet enough to take the edge off, but without all the chocolate and junk. Ease into it.
It applies to any major decision, really. Planning and preparation account for more than 50% of the success.
If you absolutely have to fight your own impulses, you might as well be armed. For me, making decisions was never the hard part—the struggle was always the aftermath; I could never quite learn how to just relax.

Kenneth Barnes4 said:Alright, moving on... let me write a bit about why it’s vital for a kid to understand that their actions have consequences.

When parents overprotect a kid from everything—especially negative outcomes (like if the kid messes up and the parent rushes in to fix it)—that kid never learns that actions have CONSEQUENCES. When we teach kids that what they do matters, we're actually teaching them how to make their own choices and how to avoid bad outcomes (I’m talking a smack on the butt here, not, you know, assault or something.

In cases where kids are shielded from seeing the fallout of their behavior, they grow up unable to correctly link results to their own actions. Decision-making in adulthood isn't just the simple stuff: like having three candy bars to choose from, where it's easy to pick one (or you're too indecisive to pick any at all).

It goes deeper than that. It's a process where a person realizes that if they combine A and B, they get result C. If a kid never sees the consequences, they'll head from A to B without ever considering the end result. Basically, a person enjoys the process for whatever subjective reasons, but they either don't want the final outcome or can't predict it.

Okay, I'm overcomplicating this... fine, here's a totally unrealistic, hypothetical example.
Someone is hiking through the woods toward a bungee jumping site. They're stoked, singing: "YAY BUNGEE IS COOL, LALALA bungee mungee lala lungee." 🤣🤣 Then an indecisive person comes along, hears them singing, and joins in. Since singing "bungee mungee lala" is fun, they walk through the woods together, having a blast. But then they reach the actual bungee jumping spot—the goal. Person A, who was singing about it, is thrilled because the whole trip was leading to this. Person B (the indecisive one) finally sees what's actually happening—they're expected to jump—and they aren't interested. So they just turn around and leave. Because Person B enjoyed the walk and the singing, but didn't account for the destination, once they hit the goal, they're out. Get what I'm saying?

Or take a guy hitting on a woman with sexual undertones. She plays along because she thinks it's fun, like a game or something. Then the guy expects sex, but the woman doesn't realize that's where this is heading and just wanders off to do something else she finds fun. The guy feels provoked or like there was some ulterior motive, when really, there wasn't.

It's the same thing with reading between the lines. You say something to someone to imply a point, but they don't grasp your direction or your target; they only hear the literal words. It's the same A+B=C formula for everything.

People like that cause total chaos in life. Why? Because the other person—who usually has a clear goal in mind (which is most people, let's be real)—assumes they're on the same page because they're acting like it. Then suddenly, they pivot, and you realize they weren't. It's similar to the chaos caused by people who struggle with emotional attachment but then suddenly want something intensely. They push hard to get something, the other side builds an emotional connection, and then these people just vanish because they don't build those connections. So, who's to blame? We could throw ASPD or BPD diagnoses at everyone at this point 😬

Look, I get that most people won't see how this all connects, but it does. This is how I reached the conclusion that physical discipline should be used as a consequence for bad behavior. Kids won't always understand exactly where they're headed in the moment. But if a parent gives you *that* look—you know what that means, you're screwed—you move. Simple.

I haven't read every single comment yet, so I might have missed some context—do you actually have kids of your own?
Once you have them, everything I'm saying will suddenly make perfect sense to you.😁

rustydrifter10 said:Done, you're all set.

Much appreciated.
However—if it isn't too much trouble—I'd prefer it if we stuck with Daniel Alvarez, just like before, starting with a lowercase letter.
I've already double-checked, and it turns out the name is available for use.

Is there any way to handle a nickname change from Daniel Alvarez7 t to Daniel Alvarez7?
Thanks

Oh, and I completely forgot to follow up on that whole "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger" cliché...
Maybe it won't kill you—but let’s be honest, sometimes it just drains you so thoroughly that you're left with absolutely nothing for what comes next. And whether it actually grants you any wisdom? Whether it truly makes you "stronger"... I'm not so sure about that myself.🤔

casualbear99 said:"What didn't kill me made me stronger," they say—but the innocent look in the eyes is long gone.

Quincy:

There is humor, too. And there are those dark, heavy conversations. But they happen. Don't bottle it up. Don't stay silent. It's already becoming too much.

Something like this? You might notice I wrote that just a few minutes before your reply.

I talk about my own depression as well, though I've realized people get incredibly uncomfortable when you do, so I tend to keep it to myself more often these days.🤷

Quincy:

I'm certain there are crises. But clearly, they aren't as unbearable as they were at the start. To offer some comfort to others: almost everyone has those thoughts at some point. Maybe not seriously, but the questions pop up. It's just that when you're actually in the depths of depression, those thoughts feel literal, heavy, and terrifying. They haunt you. Because you're already struggling under such weight, they only serve to push you further down. From my own experience; I went through a severe crisis that lasted quite a while. In the beginning, it was pure fear—constant panic attacks. Eventually, it settled into a deep depression. But generally speaking, I have always loathed any kind of robbery—even robbing oneself of one's own spirit. I believe, and I will always believe, that humans weren't designed to live in misery. So, I started making peace with the attacks. I would practically laugh and greet them when they arrived. I'd welcome them in. And then, I’d analyze them. I’d dissect which thought triggered it, or what sentence, or movie, or whatever else brought it on. I’d trace it back to its source. I kept doing that until I had dissected everything so thoroughly that I started getting on my own nerves. Toward the end, when the attacks did come, they actually irritated me. Instead of welcoming them, I’d just snap: "Oh, give me a break, I'm busy washing the dishes!" or something along those lines. Over time, they grew weaker. And rarer. Until they vanished entirely. I don't know if this helps anyone, but...🙂 there is hope.🙂

There is always hope, but breaking out of that routine is an uphill battle. It’s like an addiction. Long-term depression can actually alter the brain in a way similar to drug abuse. Just look at Barrett—he’s a walking combination of depression and narcotics.

In my opinion, the worst part is when you finally start emerging from that emotional numbness, only to be absolutely flooded by negative emotions and old memories. It feels to me like depression acts as a partial defense mechanism, shielding us from unpleasant thoughts. So, there's really no point in trying to "cure" it if you haven't dealt with or suppressed those underlying ugly thoughts—and those can stem from anything. I worry that your brother might just be showing symptoms because he's become numb. Is he staying active? If not, that's a bad sign.

People don't want to hear about depression. Either they don't get it and think it's somehow contagious, or they're struggling themselves and refuse to listen because they haven't faced their own reality yet—or they're already so deep in the trenches that listening to someone else is just too exhausting.
When it reaches a chronic stage, reaching any kind of breakthrough is monumentally harder. That's because these individuals have spent far too much of their lives locked in a fight against depression, and that's a 24/7 war.
You lose your energy, your strength, and your will. And then every little thing—from the smallest annoyance (like getting the wrong item at Target or forgetting where you put your keys) to the massive life crises—becomes an endless drain. For a depressed person, it's like trying to squeeze atoms of strength out of a vacuum, when they barely have enough left for themselves, let alone for a spouse or children. That's why these people need so much rest, yet they wake up feeling even more exhausted; it's a relentless struggle from dawn until dusk. Then, to top it all off, you're hit with that crushing guilt because you know you aren't being the perfect parent, neighbor, or partner.
Depression is essentially designed to suck the life right out of you.
From what I can see of my brother, he stays constantly busy. Working the farm, helping neighbors, tinkering in the garage.
Maybe work serves as a mental reprieve. A form of therapy. Once you push past that initial fatigue and physically exhaust yourself, you might finally experience actual, peaceful sleep for the first time in ages...
But at the end of the day, everyone knows what works best for them...

Lawrence Bailey77 said:I don't agree either🤷 with much of this; I find myself disagreeing with a lot.
But that doesn't change reality or the facts... My feelings and perceptions don't matter when trying to observe things or reach an objective conclusion!🙂.. though you clearly know quite a bit from your own experience... but have you noticed how incredibly difficult it is to convey any of this through any form of communication?..

Anyway, regarding "group therapy" and individual counseling, I was basically handed a script—told exactly what was expected of me and the program I had to follow. The thing is... nobody actually asks you anything. Some guy writes my discharge papers without ever having even spoken to me...

I know people kill themselves, that's a fact, but why is there such silence surrounding it? I see the nonsense and how it plays out... and the propaganda used to mask it is garbage... but look, they haven't actually solved the problem...

God, I am more than just "crazy" when it comes to these topics because I see them from multiple perspectives. I'm a "potential" suicide risk (which, given my history, I think anyone could be under certain circumstances—not to justify my own state, but as a sane, objective observation, as crazy as that sounds)😬 and also as someone who, years ago, became aware of others and understood the fates of people and their suffering—not just from war, but life itself... the agony and the torment... the assaults and the abuse... I haven't run from anything in my life. I've faced it all... and I continue to do so now, as much as I can...

You see, you can talk about this normally without accusing or judging... without shifting responsibility or using cheap, street-level psychology to label people... they are living beings. It's better to let a person be quiet... regardless of the circumstances...

You know, after everything I've been through, I think I understand much more than I did before. I understand the reactions to that understanding...😬 but facts are facts. Those who lack the courage or the confidence shouldn't meddle in these problems. Those who aren't prepared to commit to solving a problem should stay away. It's hard enough as it is. Why make it harder for those who actually have the will to fight...

What hurts most is that I've witnessed other people and how much their suffering was compounded by the judgment of those around them. People are so arrogant and self-important that they project this sense of disgust toward others, acting as if those people are "beneath them," just to make their lives even more bitter... while in reality, they are being trampled and destroyed, whether directly or indirectly...☕

I honestly can't fathom why showing basic respect is such a monumental struggle for some people. I mean, what exactly does a person stand to lose by simply treating another individual with dignity? Perhaps there isn't some grand prize waiting for you, but at the very least, you aren't losing anything by being decent. Speaking from my own rather long experience, I haven't lost a thing by being respectful. If anything... I suppose I might even say I owe part of my sanity to it. ☕

You're a true mensch, a real ljudina👍
You'll pull through.🙂

casualbear99 said:Maybe every single moment is actually infinite, much like a fractal, woven together from both absolute bliss and pure agony.

My brother struggled with a severe case of PTSD.

Are you trying to say he actually recovered? I always assumed PTSD was something you just lived with—not something you ever truly "cured."

Well, I don't know how much one can truly be "cured" of it. But as Lawrence Bailey77 puts it—it helps you grasp the situation, to finally understand the "why" behind it all.
He isn't the same person anymore. His outlook is far from carefree, and his laughter... it certainly isn't from the heart.
But he's still there.🙂
There is humor, yes. There are also those heavy, somber conversations. But he engages with them. He doesn't bottle it up. He doesn't stay silent.
That alone is massive progress.
I am certain he still faces crises.
But clearly, they aren't the unbearable, soul-crushing waves they were at the beginning.
To offer some comfort to others out there: almost everyone has these thoughts at some point. Maybe not with life-or-death intensity, but the questions surface. It’s just that for someone trapped in deep depression, those thoughts feel literal—they hit with a terrifying weight that overwhelms them. When you're already struggling under that kind of heaviness, these intrusive thoughts only serve to paralyze you further.

Speaking from my own experience; I went through a severe crisis that dragged on for quite a while.
In the beginning, I was terrified—constant panic attacks. And slowly, I spiraled into depression.
But generally speaking, I have always loathed any form of robbery—including the theft of one's own peace of mind.
I believe, and I will always believe, that human beings simply weren't designed to live in misery.
So, I started befriending those attacks. I would actually laugh at them and greet them when they arrived. I’d practically roll out the red carpet. And then, I would analyze them. I’d dissect which specific thought triggered it, what sentence or movie scene or random memory had set it off, and what it was trying to remind me of.
I kept doing that until I had dissected everything so thoroughly that I started getting annoyed with myself.
Toward the end, when the attacks would strike, they had lost their power over me. Instead of a polite greeting, I’d find myself snapping,
"Oh, give me a break, I'm busy washing the dishes right now!" Or something along those lines.
Over time, they grew weaker. And more infrequent. Until eventually, they vanished entirely.
I don't know if this will help anyone, but there it is... 🙂 there is hope.🙂

Lawrence Bailey77 said:But then, who exactly is going to bring those things to their attention? I suppose they can't do it themselves, because if they could, they would have already, wouldn't they? 🙂

On a side note, is there any other form of life inhabiting "your" planet? 🙂

In that case, I suppose it’s inevitable regardless... in either scenario, one is left dealing with endless misery, uncertainty, and that constant struggle against "oneself" (and perhaps against society too, if one chooses to speak up about it 😵)

I don't agree with that last part. Maybe this is one of those major crises that can actually be overcome. Maybe someone would try, truly attempt to end all the suffering. But then again, suffering is an inherent part of existence—an existence that also possesses beautiful phases. There are infinite ups and downs in every conceivable variation. Life is a combination of struggle, love, and art.
Forget the "struggle" if you just throw in the towel immediately.
There is always a choice. A positive one. Just don't wait too damn long to make it.
My brother dealt with a severe case of PTSD.
After he came home from the war, during one of those heated arguments, a friend of his clumsily pushed his wife; she fell and lost her life.
Following that, a psychologist organized a group therapy session and invited them all—everyone from that neighborhood.
If I recall correctly, there were six of them in the group. My brother was the only one who decided to show up, and even that was only after several outbursts.
Today, his life is thriving compared to the others. The rest of them ended up killing themselves.

Andrew Price3 said:Try turning those thoughts into a physical act; actually start the suicide attempt you’re imagining. Then see if you truly want it. These thoughts are often just uncertainty—you aren't actually sure if you want to go through with it. Once you move from thought to action, the thought vanishes, and the deed (hopefully a failed one) will clear up the confusion.

Or, there's another way.
Assign a deeper meaning to those suicidal impulses.
Every time a thought like that surfaces, treat it as a signal that you deserve more love, not less. Only innocent, sensitive, and beautiful souls are sacred enough to prefer self-destruction over projecting their own misery, grief, bitterness, or frustration onto others. You don't lash out at the world with your pain... you hold it deep within your integrity... because your heart, Sean Murphy6, is brave enough to destroy itself just to shield this world from your demons.

Tell those thoughts: "Thank you for helping me see which part of me needs more love, not less." Love that martyr who wants to die. Love that angel.

Now, those thoughts aren't just thoughts anymore. They are a message and a calling.

And what if someone prefers the first option and goes all the way?
He was only looking for advice on how NOT to do it...