I've decided to write down all the crappy arguments that people have against suicide in this thread:
1.) "It's a selfish act/ hurts your family and friends"
2.) "It's the coward's way out/easy way out"
3.) "Society has invested in you so you can't take your life away. You owe society"
4.) " Other people have it worse than you/would 'die' to be in your situation, what do you have to kill yourself over? You live in a developed country"
5.) "It's a temporary solution to a permanent problem"
6.) "God will punish you in hell if you kill yourself"
7.) "This is the only life we've got and you're throwing it away"
Anyone want to expand on them as well as answer why they all suck?
1. I don't have a good answer for this one. I think it's selfish to force someone to live a life they hate, but I just can't get over it for my family. I don't judge anybody who dies by suicide for it, but the guilt eats me.
2. This is just stupid. Why choose the hard way when there's nothing to gain by doing so? Maybe because I'm female, I don't give two fucks about being called a coward anyway.
3. I agree to an extent. See # 1. Life is one long chain of obligations to me. I *do* feel obligated to my family and my country. I don't feel like I'm contributing to society though. The world would probably be better off with someone like me dead - aside from my family (and you could make a good case for them too).
4. If you take this reasoning to its logical extreme, then only one person (the #1-ranking sufferer over all others) would be justified in being upset at any given time. Mind games and semantics aside, what does it matter to me that other people have it worse? Life isn't good enough for me, clearly, and my opinion is the only one that matters in this question.
5. Say that to lifelong mental illness. I've been anxious and depressed at a clinical level since around age 10, suicidal since age 12. And I know the statistics on treatment and prognosis. Given my (non)response to treatment and the length of time since I developed symptoms, I'm fucked. Unless someone develops a miracle treatment we haven't seen yet, this bullshit isn't going away any time soon. The best I can look forward to is mellowing out in old age to a degree, and I'll probably be completely alone and dead broke. No fucking thanks.
6. If there is a God, He should know that I gave him more than a fair shake to show himself to me. I didn't want to abandon Christianity or theism, I wasn't ready when I did, and I *want* to believe in a benevolent God. More likely though, death is the end. What makes me me is my brain. When that is damaged (more than it already is) or destroyed, what is left?
7. I can't argue with that, but if my life will only continue to worsen from here, what exactly do I have to look forward to? I know now that there is no life out there that would make me happy. No matter where you go, you can't escape from yourself. To be a bit pretentious and quote a Greek philosopher, “If you really want to escape the things that harass you, what you’re needing is not to be in a different place but to be a different person.” - Seneca. Difference is, I am not going to change in any appreciable way that would help.
8. As for the people, who will clean me up, that's their job. I hope someone who didn't sign up for that kind of work isn't the one who finds me, but all in all, I'm going to say my continued lifelong suffering trumps their momentary trauma.