Kirska wrote:
One of my brother's best friends that committed suicide while my brother was at a swim meet when he was 15 called my dad a few weeks after he died and asked if my brother was okay and hung up. I consider it proof that those that commit suicide feel shame and guilt in the afterlife. It's not a resolution.
Yeah. What has stopped me many times, is what someone told me once: "The way you feel now? Imagine feeling like that forever, only without even your body to hold you to the reality that your thinking when you're depressed is distorted."
At the time I wasn't sure if I believed in an afterlife, but the idea that there was even a chance of it really lasting forever like that made me realize that living with the possibility of it changing, and dying with the possibility of it never changing... one of the possibilities was worse, and living wasn't it. Worst case (in my rather distorted sense of "worse" at the time), I'd live long enough that I'd die of something else anyway.
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"In my world it's a place of patterns and feel. In my world it's a haven for what is real. It's my world, nobody can steal it, but people like me, we live in the shadows." -Donna Williams