Someone told me this not long ago, which shifted the way I think of suicide:
You feel a persistent, aching pain that hurts you so much, you think if you leave, that it will go away. But by leaving, you multiply and magnify that aching pain exponentially and hand it to your family and friends, to everyone who ever knew you and everyone who would be touched by you if you had stayed around.
I was also shown that thinking about it was a sort of addiction. It is a way to dull the ache of living, to imagine this "glorious" exit strategy that will heal all woes. It is a waste of time. In this lonely black place you stand there, looking at death, rather than figuring out how to change in order to turn toward lightness and life. It really is an embracing that needs to happen...a turning away from the darkness toward the unknown of living, in trust and faith that there is an as-yet undiscovered reason to be.
Is it normal to think about suicide?
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Someone told me this not long ago, which shifted the way I think of suicide:
You feel a persistent, aching pain that hurts you so much, you think if you leave, that it will go away. But by leaving, you multiply and magnify that aching pain exponentially and hand it to your family and friends, to everyone who ever knew you and everyone who would be touched by you if you had stayed around.
I was also shown that thinking about it was a sort of addiction. It is a way to dull the ache of living, to imagine this "glorious" exit strategy that will heal all woes. It is a waste of time. In this lonely black place you stand there, looking at death, rather than figuring out how to change in order to turn toward lightness and life. It really is an embracing that needs to happen...a turning away from the darkness toward the unknown of living, in trust and faith that there is an as-yet undiscovered reason to be.
Common, yes. Healthy, no.