I started this site when I was suicidal and wanted to focus on the reasons to live rather than the reasons to die. I’d love this list to keep on growing and growing…. I can’t do it on my own. I want and need help writing reason posts.
A 16 year old girl in my community committed suicide the other day. I wish I could have spoken to her. I’m not sure if I’d know what to tell her. I’m not sure that there’s anything to say.
Dear ____ . Scrap the dear.
If you’re reading this I’m guessing you’re suicidal. Have thought, are thinking of, suicide as a viable option. I know that place. Where the only option is to end your life in order to end the pain. It isn’t about ending your life I know. It’s about stopping the world. Getting off from a world you didn’t ask to be part of. Maybe that’s just how I see it. The train moving way too fast on the tracks, the tracks ending at a cliff, the train is going to hurtle down the cliff and you’re going to be shattered to pieces at the bottom. Or you can just get off the train of life. Continue reading “I wish I could have told you this before you killed yourself”
I’d love you to add your reasons, or to post here. To do so please email me firstname.lastname@example.org
Life is about choices.
Sometimes it feels like the only option is suicide. Yet, that’s one choice. I was reading the letter I wrote – I wish I could have told you this before you killed yourself – and stopped to write this.
One of the main reasons I held on was because I knew that I didn’t know what could be. Because if I’d end it, that’s the only option – ending it. Whereas if I’d hold onto life, I would always still have the option of ending it. By continuing to live, I can still always choose to die. Whereas once I’ve ended it, I’ve taken all choice away.
I wanted to share this.
It’s about sharing the memories of those who died through suicide.
The good people. The great people. The awesome people. Who fought in a war, won loads of battles, and ultimately lost the war. Remembering them for who they were, not for what they did.
175. My family.
I love my family. The crazy, lovable, cool people who make up.my family. The ones who drive me up the wall and back down it again. I love my family. All of them. They’ve all their own issues and quirks. Some of them are more balanced then others. They all love. They all dream. They all hope. They’re all full of life and laughter.
After writing this post I feel like it’s a reason. Life has always been about holding on. I’m grateful. That it begins to feel different. It begins to feel as though maybe there’s something more to life and this world. Maybe life can be, will be, about where life is heading. It’s heading – somewhere. I’ve no clue where that somewhere is. But it feels like it’s heading somewhere. Like it can head somewhere.
The past couple of weeks is the first time in my life that I’m beginning to see that there could be a life. It was/has always been about the opposite. First it was suicidality with no awareness of it. Before that, I never really lived in the world. I used to wonder if I was living in a dream and would one day wake up. I used to wonder if I was really real or a figment of my imagination – I know, where’s ‘my’ imagination coming from, or someone’s imagination. After I chose to give life a go 2.5 years ago, it’s always been, just hang on, coz’ it’s worth it, for there has to be something more. What’s the something? Who knows. Just believe. Believe in those who have done it before. Believe in the impossibility. Life’s been all about hanging on.
You are worth it. Always and forever.
I hope this link will work. This seriously brought me to tears. It’s so hard to believe. To look past all that the world portray. The media. People. My own words enemy is myself. You are worth it. Nothing can ever change that. Nothing anyone says. Nothing anyone does. You are worth it just coz […]
Edit, I hear the above URL doesn’t work for everyone (I wonder why that is, the above definitely worked for some people) so including this one from Didi – thank you Didi!
As I wrote, I just started a new blog – Journey To Life – rather than journey from suicidality. At the moment that’s making me smile and giving me a positive feeling. I don’t understand why it’s doing that, but hey, I’m not complaining! I’m grateful for it. For another reason to live. The world has been feeling so dark recently and anything that gives me glimmers of smiles, even if the smiles are thought smile rather than shown, I’m grateful for. See you there as well as here.
Love, light and glitter
This post was written and contributed by Mark. Thank you Mark for sharing your reason
My reason to live was in understanding the journey we all make to find ourselves. Seeing that it wasn’t in fact ‘all pointless’ because I couldn’t find an end to the misery. It was when I understood, after going through a part of my life that I describe as ‘the dark night of the soul’, and on coming out the other side realising that it all does have purpose. None of us can ‘see’ the end product or it would lose its purpose because we would realise we’ll be fine and ‘let go’ of our journey. Our journey, as rough as it is, requires that heartache and pain so that we can realise that we are very loveable by breaking through that fear and negativity that have been ingrained from childhood, finding a self worth for ourselves and finally seeing ourselves in truth and not buried behind those walls we build to protect us from that pain. Hard yes, but a very achievable and beautiful place once found and understood. Continue reading “Finally Finding Ourselves, A Meaning To Life by Mark #171”
I’m creating this as another blog site. I wonder if it’s a good idea or not. I wonder if I’m crazy. I wonder if I’ll regret it. The past week so much has been going through my mind. I’ve been struggling a lot and a lot has happened – in my head – and I’ve […]
I’m starting another blog. Journey through/to life. Eliza’s ramblings. I wouldn’t know what to call it. This site isn’t ending. I just rarely post here as I feel guilty to post anything that isn’t positive or about reasons to live, as this is meant to be about reasons to live. I know I shouldn’t judge it all so much, but I do, so here I’m starting this site. I’d love you all to join me on the journey. I really do need support and would appreciate any and all. I’m grateful to have met you all and I plan on sticking around here too. I really do want this (reasons to live) site to continue. I want to think of more reasons and be able to post them. And I’d like to have a go and blogging too. At just being able to ramble what I’d like (and yeah I’ll probably judge myself there too). See you there :)
Love, light and glitter
So long as there’s life, there’s hope…
If you’d like to post your reasons here, please be in touch
made with real
but, to wake up
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When the cupboards
WATWB – we are the world blogfest – is about spreading light in a world where the focus is often on the darkness. It’s the 2nd Anniversary for WATWB. Happy birthday :)! My WATWB posts are usually about the kindness of others. Today I’m sharing a blog post from After the party Continue reading “WATWB: Kindness (reblog)”
The skies blue here
Blue sky helps me
Feel sane Continue reading “Blue sky #169”
I don’t know if I’m really going to try and write to myself or not. I guess it doesn’t harm to and I can always just discard the post if I can’t. Now that I actually wrote it I’m not sure what I think. I don’t really know what I wrote or if I want to know. I’m tired and have no way of going to sleep for it seems like it’s going to spiral the moment I let it, so I guess we’ll find out what will be.
I don’t really know what to say to you. I don’t know how to reach you. I don’t know what to do to make it okay. Continue reading “Letter to myself 25th March ’19”
I haven’t journaled in ages. Coz’ I can’t face it. I probably should coz’ maybe it’ll take away the need to mess up and self harm at the moment. Just to step on the slippery slope. the familiar. Someone suggested I use a writing prompt. So, breath. And yeah, I’m so going to regret posting this. Continue reading “Writing prompt: Breath”
My friend sent me this letter that Stacey wrote. It really touched me.
It reminded me of the letter I wished I could have given to the girl, before she killed herself. I wish I could have told you this before you killed yourself What I wish I could tell anyone before they take the final act. Final because there is no other choice or option. Continue reading “Reblog – letter to someone suicidal from a therapist #168”
Glimmers of hope. #167 Continue reading “Glimmers of hope #167”