why is suicide the only option out?

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i have heard people say its the only way out
i know its not but why do they say that

Its not my only way out. But its the one that makes more sense to me. Why go through so much hassle if we end up dead anyways? Atleast i havent found anything, and probably wont, that makes me want to live day in and out. I just see it as something that we are forced to do rather than something we enjoy to do.

I think of suicide as an irreversible "emergency stop" button on life. In a sense, it is the only way out until something else bumps you off.

Still, I'd prefer to stay in while I can.

It's one of those psycho-emotional defenses that seems to get the better of people. "A permanent solution to a temporary problem," as an old family saying goes. Admittedly, I've gotten close to it's allure as it seems to get those who hit a wall in life with no easy way out (save suicide). Key word here is "easy," which seems to have killed people's will to do something difficult or different. Now, I can understand it if you've only got a few confirmed days left to live, and it's been nothing but pain (from a medical standpoint), but social/economic/etc. . . . no. Hell, I get mad at myself if i start thinking like it again. Guess I'm one of the many with a low pain threshold for life's blatant stupidity.

What PlatedDrake said.

I'm not so sure how to explain my own personal experiences with it as they came automatically and without thought although I thought about it many times before the first attempt. I guess there's this intense sense of defeat in life. I often equate my attempt to a cat being put out of its misery. Depression is a mental illness and it's very hard to describe these kinds of feelings to those who have only felt the same emotions in temporary states.

When you're seriously depressed everything seems like Hell.

sometimes it is the only option. louie is my companion animal, a 14 or 15 year old bassett/lab/? mix. he is my only friend, my family, my reason for existing. i have no job and cannot perform volunteer work because i offend normal humans by being old, gimpy and pretty hard to look at.

i live in constant pain and it gets worse year by year. way too much trauma. i have tinnitus. seems to be nature's way to slowly drive us insane. other stuff, but i'm boring you.

there are cats living with us, the oldest is 13. no way i can hang on long enough to see them through to the end. when it is time for louie to go, i want to go with him. one way i've thought about is to drive into a cliff face at about 150 mph. i know just the place, in NE arizona.

if i'm too distraught to go with him, i'm thinking about going to antarctica (the only continent i've not been to) and on an excursion from the ship, just keep walking and not look back. never being found suits me, i think.

temporary problem? maybe for some. not for me. no cure. no physician that cares. no answer.

It's not a way out for me. I wish it was, but it's not. I have three kids and if I did that I'd be the worst parent in the world. So I get to stay in hell at least till the youngest is 18 (9 more years) and maybe longer if she's not self sufficient.

~Kate

Because life getting better is a long, difficult process that many just view as not worth it or just highly unlikely.

Very well put.

I prefer to stay living as long as possible, as well.

Because when one has tried everything else one can think of, and nothing works, there comes a point when one has to cut one's losses and get out.

Sometimes the problem is not death, but holding on too dearly to life.
"Eckhart saw Hell too. He said: The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, he said. They're freeing your soul. So, if you're frightened of dying and... and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth." - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099871/quotes

Because of despair, which pretty much is the final key to the last gate of hell. (Metaphorically speaking.)
I'm sure I would kill myself if I wasn't such an optimistic prick, with hope constantly filling me up.

Sometimes, I find myself thinking too much about how nothing really matters. Because, let's face it, nothing matters.
At the same time, I have to realize that things in my life doesn't lose value because there's no universal meaning with my existence.
I have to keep my feet on the ground, constantly being aware of the fact that I must believe in order to progress in life.
And when this process stops, depression emerges. And vulnerable, or truly devastated people, may be temporarily (or has been for a long period of time) in a state of despair.

This is one of those questions I can think of for hours, days, weeks, months, years even.. And never really come close to a conclusion.
Short and simple, the suicidal can't find any other way out. Despair. But it's usually a lot more complicated than that.

It's a very hard question. What will we find while dwelling amidst the remnants of a lost soul?

I always figured that if I were suicidal and ready to kill myself, I would also be ready to drop everything and go and try living as a hermit in Malaysia, or travel the world on a bicycle or something. You know, give a different life a try, take some risks, etc. The worst that could happen is that I would die, which wouldn't be that big a deal if I had already resigned myself to it.

Yea. When depression is a chemical/biological illness there's a hell of a lot more to it than dealing with a temporary life setback. When you actually have it depression doesn't feel temporary at all. It feels like life will never have meaning or fulfillment for me and to add suffering on top of that emptiness is intolerable. It's like if you weighed it all out on the scales it just doesn't balance or add up to anything worthwhile. It also doesn't help to be around all these people who haven't truly experienced depression and can't possibly understand it telling me I *shouldn't* think a certain way and telling me I *must* continue living without giving a valid reason. It makes as little sense to me why others should choose to live as it does to them why I might choose suicide. There's just in insurmountable gulf between me and others' perspective. It doesn't help one iota for them to tell me that my thinking is *wrong* or that my depression is some kind of character flaw that I could choose to change even if it's source is an imbalance in my brain. That just makes it so much worse and drives me closer and closer to wanting to actually follow through.

that is very astute. i really like that example.
psychic sylvia browne maintains that each of us, before we incarnate on earth each time, pre-arranges 5 "exit points" where, if one chooses, one can terminate one's current incarnation, with no problem. an exit point can be, for example, deciding to take a plane trip instead of the bus [like a certain famous rock star of yore], with no conscious knowledge that the plane is meant to crash. or it can be driving one road instead of another, only to come to a violent collision. or becoming addicted to tobacco or excess fatty food or some other noxious substance, only to get a terminal disease from it. or deciding to work in a hazardous environment. these outcomes sound like pre-arranged suicides to me, of varying speed, and without the stigma or dislocation usually associated with most suicides.
on PBS the other day, there was this interesting little film called "the edge of dreaming" where this lady dreamt that a deceased former lover appeared to her and told her, "sorry but you are going to die before your 49th birthday. you will only live 48 years on earth. this is not my doing, i am sorry." this was one lady who wanted to live above all other concerns, so she went to a brazilian shaman who facilitated another dream state for this lady, this time a lucid dream state where the lady argued with entities in her dream, in the hopes of cancelling the death sentence. the [possible?] result was that she is still alive today at 49 years of age. but i wonder if this can work in the opposite direction as well?