Three years ago I asked for independence. And three years later I got it. I don’t need to give you 13 reasons why. I only need to give you one. That one reason is me. We decide our own fate. Not other people. Yes, they can be a major influence on how we decide but the ultimate decision lies with us. The person who chooses to end a life is the person responsible so the person to blame really should be ourselves. You may disagree but a suicidal person is never quite right in the head. That, I can justify for sure. And no matter what you do, it always comes back to haunt you. It’s almost like an addiction, a temptation. Maybe that’s why society files us away into categories. Categories they don’t want to face with. Because the truth is ugly and painful. The truth is mental illness is an issue. It’s a problem everyone can face given enough stress. It’s not something we’re born with or inherited. It’s something we develop from the ongoing pressures of our environment. And it goes hand in hand with everything that causes depression.

The solution is simple, ask for help. But solutions are never simple. Nobody likes to admit that there is something wrong with them. I know for a fact that I would never ask for help myself (so am I a hypocrite?). Well, yes and no.

I’m lucky because I think I have a varying degree of bi-polarism or whatever shitty labels society has decided to put on it. When I’m in darkness I have someone there to help me find a way out. But some people are not so lucky. Maybe their vision has been blinded for so long. Maybe they have been left in the dark for too long. But nobody knows and that’s when things really do get shitty.

Everyone has a dark place, those who think they don’t are just blessed to never have been put under the stress to find it but having a dark place doesn’t mean we should get treated like we’re “sick and diseased”. The human mind is the most precious and fragile thing in the world and as cliche as this sounds, the best medication for it is love and nurture. Those that have been feed love and nurture all their lives are obviously more resistant to dark thoughts. Some are so strong they can completely repel from even thinking about it. Some of us, are not so lucky.

Having suicidal thoughts isn’t a necessary bad thing for me but like I said, I’m an odd case. I’ve always been an odd case. It makes me bolder in terms of living a bit more because I think to myself, “If I’m going to end my life right now, I might as well do all the things I was too scared to do before I end it” and that usually pushes me forward because I have a million things on my to-do-list so suicide can wait, for now.

Having gone through these thoughts more than once, I know things do eventually get better. So I think that’s the message I’m trying to get across today. It’s not the perfect solution to whatever dark place you’re currently in. But if the solution is to end your life, stop and think about all the other things you can do before you end your life. Because once you do, that’s it. There is no going back.

If life wants to treat you like shit, then shit on it first, don’t be the weaker one. Stand up for yourself and fight. Because you are the ultimate decider of your own fate, your own life. And if all else fails, seek help. I mean, what else have you got to lose anyway? You only have one life and trust me, your life is worth saving.

– FuturePresentsPast


Dealing With Suicide

First of all, suicide is not selfish.
If you disagree with that statement then obviously you have not been suicidal.
Secondly, if you don’t want to read any nonsense I’m about to write then I suggest you take a look at this video:

If you’re about to end your life, why not wait a little longer? This video may or may not change your view but I just want to show you that there are people like us who has been through it and made it out alive and happier. There is still hope…

Well, where do I start?
I haven’t been “officially” diagnosed with depression or some sort of mental illness but that’s because I haven’t told anyone outside of this blog and loose bits of diary entries about this.
I know I am suicidal, maybe only mildly. I don’t self-harm for several reasons but it’s mostly because I don’t want to inflict more pain on myself. I think people who self harm just wants a distraction so they can “redirect” their pain but in reality, they’re just causing more pain for themselves.
I’m going to be a bit brave here and voice my opinion; I think self harming is sort of like stress. When we stress about one thing, our minds constantly revolve and veut ally becomes clouded by that one thing only. If we begin to stress about multiple things at once, it becomes to much to handle until we eventually give up. Stressing about multiple things at once doesn’t lessen the stress for the “original” thing you were stressed about. It just overloads your system and you’ll be less likely to recover. That’s how I think of self harm. Once you start, you won’t stop, you’ll hate yourself even more and stop loathing everything around you. Eventually, you’ll spiral out of control and I don’t even want to talk about what happens after that…

Anyway, so I’m probably not depressed, I’m just suicidal. I hate saying that because it sounds so pathetic. Being suicidal is pathetic. But you know what’s even more pathetic? People who put us into these situations, those who are the cause of our pain. I hate them equally.

One thing I’m good at is my optimism. I think it’s what kept me alive all these years. As cliche as it can get, hope is always the solution.
You may ask what I’m holding onto and I could easily answer that with, “nothing” but if you ask me what I’m hoping for, I’ll probably tell you, “a future”.

Another advice I can think of is to physically lock yourself away from any objects that can harm you. I tend to lock myself in the bathroom or toilet for hours crying until rolls and rolls of toilet paper have been used and just sit or lie there blankly for even longer.

I know it’s hard to find the right people to talk to about this sort of thing because they only ones who truly know how to desk with it are the ones that have gone through it themselves.

I’m really tired now, I’ll add more to this someday.