NSFW Anyone else like to imagine their own death?

[Doll Steak]

I've noticed I find it soothing in stressful moments to imagine my own dead body after a suicide. Ill imagine my head split open from a gun, me hanging from the roof, my body on the floor after a long jump. I've even drawn my own dismembered body in a little pencil sketch. clothesless, decapitated, and limbs cut off from the thigh and bicep. I find myself glancing at it in passing and feeling an immediate albeit very short lived sense of calmness wash over me.

 

[bankai]

For me it's usually the same thing over and over. i imagine jumping off the terrace of my building.
It's a nice way to cope. There's no wrong way to cope. Your method is also very valid.

I imagine clasping my hands behind the back and doing a swan dive with my head pointed towards the floor. I believe it'll work because it's proper concrete at the bottom. However, it's only around 25 feet tall. So that concerns me.

Second thing is the nice rope I have sitting in my drawer and the pull up bar that I can use to fasten it to. It'll take 10 minutes to setup.Good for a rainy day.

 

[nyctophilia]

Yes definitely, it calms me down as well

 

[cemeteryismyhome]

I like to imagine myself cold and still, in a cardboard casket in a crematorium, waiting my turn. I imagine details and people going about their workday there. I've watched videos about crematoriums so I know what they look like. I imagine someone checking me one more time to make sure it's the right body. Then rolled in to the chamber, and the jets of fire, and all these ugly body parts burning away, including this brain that was so full of misery. Popping and sizzling away. Then to ashes, in an urn in my granite box at the cemetery. It really is peaceful to think of. Common and ordinary. I long for it.

 

[FreedomElsewhere]

I think when I believed in the attempts that would take me out, I did fantasize about what those who loved me would do with me. In my more lethal attempts, I wrote about hoping to be somewhere warm, whether I'm cremated or not. I have more of an inclination that I'll be cremated when my time comes cause that's what my family did to my grandma, even though she wanted to be buried next to her husband. As far as I know, my grandma's ashes are "somewhere around the house" according to my family.

Now thinking on it a bit more: I want to be everywhere with the people who I love. I want to be with my friends. I can't say I have a fondness to be with my family cause of what happened to grandma, but "why do you care? You're gonna be dead" I can hear my family tell me. I want to somewhere warm and intimate.

 

[LostLily]

I prefer to imagine the actually act of CTB rather than the aftermath....so calming when I'm stressed.

 

[dontletthembribeyou]

This has been my coping mechanism since middle school. It's weird because I really hate looking at or thinking about anything gory but when it's me I enjoy it

 

[Sergeant45]

God, you word this just right. I've always been doing this and thought it was just me. It always just felt good to imagine myself in various methods I could see myself using one of these days. Sometimes I take it a step further and just daydream about what whoever will find me would do or say when they see me with a blasted-all-over-the-place head or see me decorating the sidewalk.

Some will call it romanticizing, I don't really care if it is for myself. It calms me down to imagine a possible answer to a never-ending question (life).

 

[JesiBel]

Yes, I can imagine my corpse hanging, police sirens wailing in the distance, gossiping people coming to see what happened. Leaving my house for the last time, with my body covered by a sheet that I will leave near the scene.

 

[Chuunibyou]

for as long as I can remember, the only way I can sleep is by imagining myself dying in various way, usually suicide. it soothes my racing thoughts and gives me something calming to focus on while laying in bed. I can't fall asleep any other way, nothing else calms me like that.

 

[suacide]

When I was young, it was going to school, walking off the track I always took going to school, and watching my body get turned into paste by a train. Horrified reactions. Hardly anything of me left to remember.
Nowadays it's just a peaceful send off. I light coal in a camper van, wait for it to ready up, calmly walk it, lay down on the cosy bed while cuddling the stuffed owl she gave me when I was little, and I drift off to go be with her.

 

[exhumed101]

I've noticed I find it soothing in stressful moments to imagine my own dead body after a suicide. Ill imagine my head split open from a gun, me hanging from the roof, my body on the floor after a long jump. I've even drawn my own dismembered body in a little pencil sketch. clothesless, decapitated, and limbs cut off from the thigh and bicep. I find myself glancing at it in passing and feeling an immediate albeit very short lived sense of calmness wash over me.

Yes. I usually imagine stabbing myself in the neck repeatedly and also suicide by jumping