Just about every single attempt to self-terminate stems from a systemic flaw or imbalance in the fragile human form. Pretty much always treatable. What seems logical now might seem silly later. Don’t let irrational mentality run your life or your death.

Also, there are people who oppose you. Fuck those people. Your life ending would benefit them, therefor you can never die.

Spite, that’s what your enemy’s want. Don’t give them the fucking satisfaction!

Because we need you to help make world a better place to live.

Plus you’ll miss cat videos.

all the meals you’ll miss.

all the movies you won’t see.

all the porn you’ll miss.

all the awkward conversations you won’t start on purpose with people stuck in really long elevator rides.

all the banks you won’t rob.

all the people you’ll never flip off for cutting you off.

all the drugs you won’t take.

all the reasons. life is wide and varied, tired of how your life is? be brave, get creative. but most of all

have fun.

edit: best elevator story I have. I was riding up a slow asf elevator at a friends apartment and this middle aged woman and her little poodle got on with me. she was making small talk with me and I asked her what breed her dog was. Some kind of poodle mini mix idk. I seriously looked up at her and told her when I lived in Vietnam my neighbors served me poodle. the taste was amazing, it practically melted in my mouth and went really well with the broth they had.

the look on her face was…disturbed. once I was done explaining the succulent meal she called me disgusting. I asked her why, everyone has had noodles at some point. she stood there, dumbfounded and said nothing to me before I got off.

awkward situations are like…the best to get you out of a negative space.

I actually do support the idea that we have a right to end our lives on our own terms.

But, I would say to anyone asking this question that there is so much good left undone in the world that they could make happen.

If you can, don’t end your life. Donate it.

My pets depend on me and I love them.

I’m not going to pretend it’s a good answer because it cuts in many directions, but the following has been my thinking on this:

Because if you have nothing to live for, you have nothing holding you back from taking massive risks. Take the massive risk over your own life. Suicide can come later, once you’ve done something risky and cool first that requires a meatsuit. As far as we know you only get one of those, and there’s far more than you might think that only requires one of 'em and infinite risk tolerance.

Not comfortable with the risk? Why, if you have nothing to live for? Tease that out and you can work in the other direction.

If you take your own life, things will never get better. It’s not going to be all sunshine and rainbows if you don’t, but it can get better. Ending your life removes all possibility of any good thing ever happening. But you’ll never find out if you’re not here to see it.

It’s a dark take to have, but it’s just not worth it to cut the wire here. It can be hard, and things may seem bleak, but as long as you’re still here, there’s still a chance for life to get better, it often does, and it’s a chance worth fighting for.

It’s easy to be caught in the here and now, but you can’t predict the future even if it feels like it. Take the time you’ve been given and use it. All ending your life will do is end the chance for better things.

The other thing is it’s not a release. Religion or not, whatever your beliefs, there’s no sudden wave of freedom, or drop of stress. Overwhelmingly reports of someone who attempted or was brought back end with them regretting it or not wanting to give up at the last second.

Life is precious, not because it’s good or because there’s some holy significance to it, but because you only get to do it once. You can fall in love again, find friends again, join communities, see the sun, help the world, help your neighbors, play video games, whatever. You can always do those again.

But you only get to live this life one time. Fill out that story until you run out of pages. Don’t leave the book half finished. If you’re alive, there’s hope.

There are so many ways to be a hero for those around you. Why end your life when you could dedicate your life to help those in need? When you feel at your lowest, remember that there is someone, right now, who wants to know and believe in you and who hopes that you could do your very best to help them and others.

This is intended to be motivating. Instead of leaving a hole in the world, you could become a role model for others.

You can always end it later, so stick around a little longer and see how things play out.

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Simple: death will come, it is a guarantee you get by being born. So, unless your life is hell (diseases can do that easily, including mental ones) and it clearly won’t end (or anyway not before you become broken beyond repair), why not see some life before it ends

I think the Orville has a good way of putting it.

I can think of two reasons.

First reason: because things can and probably will get much better. Joy in life comes from the little things. That sounds cliche but it’s true. If I could talk to my 14 year old self, who was severely depressed to the point of trying (and thankfully failing) to take his own life, I would tell him about the next 20-ish years. Even though much of it will be hard, it will still be good. And he will grow in ways and get to experience things that he can’t even begin to imagine. That’s one thing I’m glad he failed at.

Second reason: because believe it or not, you will leave a giant crater in the life of someone (or multiple someones) where you once existed. My great grandpa hung himself in 1929. That’s all I know about him aside from his name. I never met my grandpa (died of cancer) but I remember my dad telling me a little about the impact it had on his dad, who was about 15 at the time of his father suicide. Long story short, my grandpa basically stopped growing emotionally at 15. He was a teenager who was very suddenly thrust into the role of an adult.

I don’t know what was going on with my great grandpa that led him to take his own life. I do know that what he left behind was a disaster. Including three generations of trauma, manifesting itself as a cycle of physical, verbal, and emotional abuse. He effectively destroyed his children who proceeded to pass that destruction all the way down to me.

If you’ve never watched Ted Lasso which I highly recommend, one of overarching themes is Ted’s difficulty dealing with his father’s suicide, which occured when Ted was 15. It’s a light hearted show overall but there are a few scenes that really hit right in the feels.

Even if you don’t have kids, there are people who’s lives will be permanently altered for the worse by your untimely death. Some will blame themselves, wondering what they could have done to prevent it.