Suicide Letters

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Every time I feel suicidal (nearly every time) I write a suicide letter.
The first time I wrote a suicide letter it was all about agnst and feeling trapped and not being content with the human experience, something about there not being enough dimensions to travel in, not enough colors or emotions, stories were formuliac, just the inability to experience life as I once did.


I think the last time I was suicidal I wrote a letter describing how my brother and sister could get access to my money, I think I had a few thousand dollars here and there.

This time I've just forgiven everyone who's ever done anything bad to me. I've forgiven myself.

Hi there,
I hope you don't do it this time either. I urge you to contact the suicide line in your area.

Writing down your feelings at the time (as if you are about to kill yourself) can actually help. I noticed that when I entertained the idea of suicide, it would force me to think about what I would have to do to make it happen. Often the effort to even think about that would allow those feelings to pass (at least most of them). My problems didn't vanish, but it gave me a chance to think logically about the issue. Writing those feelings down can help you to document those feelings and, in a better mood, try to understand what triggers them.

I know - it's not for everyone.

it might be less about wanting to die and more about wanting to express everything thats going on-as people can be more honest if they know theyve got nothing to lose just a thought.

I also find writing letters to be very helpful during times of distress. (This is without regard to any intent to actually send them.)

I was once assigned to write my own eulogy. Wow, that was certainly a powerful exercise for me!

I find doing such things even more effective when I write them longhand rather than typing, though typing still works ok.

Everytime I think of suicide I think of how my mother would love it, and who would take care of my pets, I could never leave them with no one to feed , water and keep them warm and all together as they were raised together from babies. Their care is my top priority and I can not stand to think of them being split up or being put in a humane society to be adopted by just whoever or put to sleep. This keeps me going day to day and their unconditional love means the world to me. I also garden a lot and it brings me such peace to just get out and dig in the dirt .

When I tried, I didn't write a letter. I think if I ever try again though, I should write one. I'm also going to have have the last laugh because I'm going to just put "It's your fault. You know who you are!"

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I'm giving it another shot. We will see.
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I was suicidal a few weeks ago, and the idea of writing a letter never crossed my mind.
I made it as easy and I can on myself to die... but I just couldn't do it. I tried again and again, but I couldn't do it. Then I realized if i'm trying this hard to kill myself, why not live? it's easier to live then die.
Besides, I'm haunted by the fact that I don't know what tomorrow will bring, and who knows, I might win the lottery! As depressed as I am winning 275 million bucks will at least bring a smile to my face, knowing that i've at least got one stress solved, and I can quit my job that i hate. I don't really see myself winning the lottery though, but its something that can happen.

I'm glad I did not kill myself, although it's not like I'm in a better place now, and I don't see a light at the end of my dark tunnel. I dunno why I'm glad...

I was suicidal most of my life, but never felt like writing a letter. I just wanted to disappear, in a way that I wouldn't be found, as if I'd never existed.

I have no idea what I would have even said in a suicide letter. Basically, "I can't live up to society's expectations for me" – but that was glaringly obvious to everyone who knew me, so what would have been the point?