Is suicide a legitimate solution?

I agree with most people on this thread,

As a person who has seen suicide a lot in her childhood and teens years, I've been in medical facilities where minors were to protect themselves from them. I've met a 11 years old girl who tried 8 times to kill herself, for exemple. When I lived there, for only two weeks though, we became a family. One was going to turn 18 after living there since she was like 10, another one was 11 and tried 8 times to commit suicide. One who came right after me looked like a punk-style girl. However, she almost never spoke. It only took 2 days however before she became friend to us ; after some days, she started to wear short sleeves and shorts and I discovered that her WHOLE body was covered in scars she made with razor blades (she was my roommate).

A girl about 14 years old came by after one left and if I saw her outside this place, I would have never thought she had problems ; she was perfectly dressed with high quality clothes, her hair always tied in a bun perfectly and she had a perfect way of speaking properly. When people come, some are quiet, but down and cry at night, some are hysterical ; she was one of them. She was always grabbing her parents to tell them to bring her back home. Her mother was crying and her father was trying to tell her that it was only for her own good.

A boy, the only one there except a young, 6 years old, schyzophrenic boy who was almost never with us since he was a more special case -he was really violent-. He didn't say anything, but during activities, he would sometimes just stood up, look angrily at the counselors and tell them "Can I fucking get out of here and go destroy everything?". Everytime, the employees always told him to go rest in his room and he never broke out. He admitted, later, at first, that he told himself that "They're not like me, I'm the only smart one here, I shouldn't be there", but he turned out to be a really sweet guy. When sport class came, the teacher gave him special time and he gave everything he got on the punching bag and always came out with a peaceful smile.

I was 15 at the time ; it's been almost 4 years. When someone left, it was always just a "goodbye" like someone is going to the convenience store and go back right away. I never saw these guys again, nor I even remember their names.

I, however, thought about how stupid I was back then.

All these years of thinking that nobody loved me or that there was nothing in this world for me. I met people who were thinking like me and were trying to get a hold of themselves or just enjoy life back then. Even if there were cameras, the employees there were really kind to us. All this thing average teenagers think are dumb, like 'silence time' to think about us, getting together to talk about what we feel today... the fact that we were totally disconnected from the rest of the world helped ; everything was very relaxing and without my parents who were panicking about me and the bullies at school, I thought about many many things.

I thought that I was a coward. It was so easy to end it here, however, everytime I tried, my hands were trembling too much and I just collapsed.

I had a lot of friends before whom I thought were thinking like me, however, I realized today that they were just attention seekers and haters of everything because "they are so superior to everyone".

Going back to reality was very harsh to me. My parents didn't know how to act around me (but I understand their reaction and I was horrible to them since they're the best parents on the earth), surprisingly friends of my bullies who almost never talked to me told me how much they were worried about my sudden disappearance. I'm not telling life was perfect ; I've been bullied all my life in primary and secondary school, but I learned how to enjoy life at its fullest. Life is full of shit, but also full of fun.

It didn't take even one week after my comeback that I finally decided to talk more to the boy I liked a lot ; I was thinking a lot about him. Now it's been 3 years and a half that we're together and I can't be happier with him ; he knows everything about me and accept it. When I stopped to take my antidepressants pills after 6 years of taking them daily, he really supported me and when I was crying suddenly in the middle of the night, he would comfort me.

I can't talk about all the details since it would be long, but after knowing all sort of people, all can only say that suicide, except when illness are involved, are out of the question for me and if someone talk to me about it, I'm REALLY harsh. Most of the time, there are 14 years old kids who think they're too superior and will never commit suicide, but everyone gives them attention and I can see it now in their eyes ; they like this attention and the thought of being superior. And it disgusts me. Too depressive persons also annoys me, but I do my best to show them good things, learn stuff they like, gives them phone numbers when they're in trouble, introduces them to very supportive friends, etc. but sometimes they just don't WANT to bring themselves up because it seems just too damn easy to be sad and too hard to try to be happy. Some people will probably disagree with me, but those cases are always specific ; I never act the same way with anyone about suicide. I understand since I came through there multiple times that someone can be very depressed and nothing can bring him up ; I mostly tell a specialist to take care of them.

Why am I saying all of this? I don't know. If someone read this through and understood something out of it, I'll be happy. If he rages, well it's his lost. I don't think I can really tell this story, since you really have to live it to understand it to its fullest but oh well.

Oh, and, back then, when I got my bedroom with my roommate, I opened my wardrobe to put my clothes in them and, covered in it, were signatures and encouragements from teenagers who came through this bedroom. The inside of the furniture were COVERED of it. There were also cellphones numbers and email adresses -which were true I swear-.

Though society thinks suicide is bad, I don't think it should affect someone's option to do so. I think that if society wants to see less suicide then it is society's responsibility to make life worth living. A world where people constantly screw each other over doesn't deserve to lecture those who would think it's not worth the effort to keep going.

ecchigaijin : "fucking man up and make your world better"


You say that like it was a simple task when in fact it is something really complicated/hard and even sometimes , impossible. No one live the same life as you , try to be less nacissist and more empathic, and stop judging people you can't even understand .

That's exacly what people don't understand from depression . It's not abouth how "hard" life is . It's abouth your perception of life .

Why do you live ? If you went through hard shit and still want to live , it's probably that all this time , you had a reason to live , a reason to believe that there were something better for you , someday , somewhere .

"Suck it up" , "work through it"

What is "it" ?

Fuck the stereotypical suicial guy that want to die because his girlfriend left him or some bullshit like that . My life , and the life from most suicidal people i have met , were "good" , like , pretty average lifes .

Not wanting to live doesn't always mean you're goign through something difficult , it just mean that life isn't something you want to experience anymore .

Do you understand why your advice is stupid now ?