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Lawrence Bailey77 said:Why is it that Americans always dodge the question?
I wasn't asking about some hypothetical future... I am asking how Earthlings (all of them) are living right now.
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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.
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.
Charles Lopez3 said:Honestly, most of them,
they're living perfectly fine in their own little bubbles.
they just need to wake up to a few small things ☕
Daniel Alvarez7 said: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...
Kate Palmer53 said:If you take your own life, you're going to be burning in hell forever!
Kate Palmer53 said:If you take your own life, you're going to be burning in hell forever!
Kate Palmer53 said:If you take your own life, you're going to be burning in hell forever!
ironrider11 said:So Kate Palmer53 thinks she's got it all figured out... But what if I kill you instead... and eat you... would that be okay then?
It's like Jesus, every single day; drinking the blood and eating the flesh. Bog kills like a serial killer, daily... on a level of total genocide... and we're just supposed to be his little kids? Or are we Him? Isn't He committing suicide every day through a genocidal erasure of everything that isn't just Himself? Or is it just more or less some banal self-harm... attention seeking... Isn't existence itself actually just hell, filled with the same repetitive loops (repetition is hell) of ultimate absurdity?
If you start seeing visions of Jesus too often, sooner or later, you'll probably end up in a psych ward.
If your vision isn't "legit," the institutions—which are just one arm of the system—will convince you otherwise. A system that uses XYZ; while another arm... the church, which pushes mass hypnosis through banal fairy tales... which you aren't actually allowed to truly believe in (because you'll end up in a psych ward)... gets its funding from the tax-exempt status of people claiming fake visions (and everyone else, regardless of how suggestible they are). It’s a system acting like an organism with a hundred arms and no head. A human octopus. And since there's no brain or head left to run the show... maybe Bog is running the whole thing via telekinesis instead......
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 😵)
Daniel Alvarez7 said: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.
Daniel Alvarez7 said: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.
My brother struggled with a severe case of PTSD.
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."
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. ☕
Lawrence Bailey77 said:😵 .. and what if I don't? 🙂
Besides .. if that pervert actually exists in any capacity, he'll be forced to listen to me scream at him for all eternity while I curse his very existence in the deepest pits of fire, as long as those flames continue to burn ..
But it isn't all bad .. I suppose I know that he loves me .. generally speaking, he has a great love for people, though perhaps, much like certain individuals in this country, he feels "obligated" to remain silent and punish .. hehe, the sinners he created himself
Honestly, his rhetoric is just terrible .. it’s such a load of nonsense that your brain might just give up and surrender .. it reminds me of modern corporate marketing .. you know, that whole "don't advertise anymore, I'll buy it, just leave me alone" feeling 😵
Anyway, since death has brushed past my face, a few people have asked me if I saw anything .. if I experienced that bright light at the end of the tunnel or any of that garbage .. and I said, sorry .. I'm sorry .. there's nothing there .. just total nothingness .. and look, I don't feel the need to lie, and I believe everyone deserves honesty 👍 regardless of how cruel it might be .. anything is better than a lie .. even death 😛
Daniel Alvarez7 said: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.🙂
| 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. |
| 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.🙂 |
casualbear99 said:"What didn't kill me made me stronger," they say—but the innocent look in the eyes is long gone.
Quincy:Something like this? You might notice I wrote that just a few minutes before your reply.
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.
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: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.
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.🙂
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.