What movitates or motivated you to stay alive

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I've had a few small miracles in my life. I'm curious to learn what the next ones will be and what good things I'd miss if I weren't around.

And my pets need me, just as I need them.

YES, cats! they appreciate us.

SOME of us, in any case.

Ivory, you should let people write their own posts instead of writing them yourself for them. I had to look twice to make sure it wasn't me who wrote this post.

Once when I finally reached the conclusion that nothing had the chance of improving and it was time to end it, I miraculously got hired for a job that sent me, for years, traveling the world and having the time of my life - my life's dream. Then cats discovered and adopted me, and my life was never the same.

I was mildly suicidal when I was around 14-15. At some point shortly after that, though, I decided that taking my own life would be taking the easy way out. Cheating, if you will compare it to a game. I then made a promise to myself that I would never do this, and it's probably the only promise I've ever made to anyone (let alone kept).

This isn't to say I'm sunshine all the time. I'm very often depressed, lonely, feeling like crap, feeling worthless, and so on. I often feel like I'll never find that special person, that I'll die alone. Now I do have some relatives and I do have responsibilities in my job, both of which would suffer were anything to happen to me, but I don't feel that they or anything else are "motivating" me to stay alive. I just feel like I don't need motivation to stay alive, because not staying alive isn't a choice I can make.

well first of all i'm an Aithiest, i believe that if i die i no longer exists,

also, if i die i cant draw sonic anymore, that convinces me to keep living.

I am still alive partly because my mind has a mental block that will not allow me to physically harm myself or others, sort of the same way that one's mind won't let them purposely stub their toe into a desk even though they theoretically should be able to.

I've been able to stay motivated to continue exercising despite my physical disabilities and lack of progress. I simply told myself one day that giving up while I was still alive was simply unacceptable and no longer an option, regardless of how sick I got or what results I achieved. I simply removed giving up as an option.

I haven't been able to do the same with regards to wanting to live, I often want to die, but am unable to for reasons stated above. I have found that removing all expectations in life, when I stopped telling myself "I should have this, or I should have that, or I should be here or there at this point in my life" and when I stopped comparing myself to others, a great burden was lifted off my chest.

I know that my physical illnesses won't award me the luxury of dying from them quickly, that the pain and suffering will only get worse and worse in a slow drawn out misery and torture if I give up trying. So for this reason, I keep trying, I keep fighting until my mind gives me permission to leave life, which it hasn't done yet.

I used to be a perfectionist, that I believed that whatever I did was either going to be perfect or not done at all. I redirected my perfectionism from focusing on the results to instead focusing on the effort I put forth. My perfectionism is now that I will either give whatever I do my all, every last fiber of my being or I won't try at all, without any emphasis on the results of my efforts. I find this perspective on life to be much more beneficial than focusing on results that I do not have control of. I only have control over my effort I put forth in life, I do not have control over the outcome.

Mostly it's my children, they are the number one reason I'd not do it.

It doesn't take much for me to think my life is worth living, though. Objectively I'm sure my life is awful. But I like to be in it.

When I was younger, there were some days when the only reason was that being alive was the default. I had a little rule for myself to always wait 24 hours if I had to kill myself, just to make sure. See, here I am still, so I guess it worked.

I've never even considered topping myself. I'm sure it's the same for most people, most life forms are usually programmed for survival. Certainly I'm scared of dying. In spite of having a keen eye for the negative and not being the jolliest person in the universe, underneath it all I'm very fond of life because it can be pretty good fun at times, and I don't think I've even experienced a day that's not had something in it that I found pleasing. Food, special interests, sex, art, nature, pets, comedy, getting tasks done well, good company.....wouldn't want to lose those things.

Also Shia labeouf

There are numerous times I wanna give up and end my life. And many reasons for me to make myself disappear. But as time goes by having all those heartaches, I eventually developed a huge sting in my heart and that pain motivates me to continue my life.

It's the every pain that I feel that'll make me feel challenged and that would even make me do my best. Recently, when I was having deep thoughts about my problems I stumble on a message which says "Turn your pains into a masterpiece. Recycle your heart."


Indeed, I can only prove the lyrics of the sad songs I listen to if I experience them.

Hi Owl,

How is your summer vacation coming along?

I hope you don't have many classes to deal with.

I'm glad you are inspired to live.

Oh yes, I forgot television. I've heard that it reduces the suicide rate.

This is a hard one for me, as I'm still trying to find value in this life. Right now I feel as though I'm only alive because "checking out" would hurt my family too much. I also have a dog and she is my life, she is so attached to me that she gets depressed when I leave the house for any amount of time.

I've literally been brought back from the dead after several heroin overdoses. I got to the point where I was basically playing Russian Roulette with dope. The hammer hit the bullet but somehow I didn't die, and I wasn't happy about that when I woke up in the hospital.

i was thinking more on the lines of this...

I see what you mean.