
Emerita
Time is terminal
- Jan 16, 2025
- 143
In a way, I was passively suicidal from around age five. I would pray to die in my sleep, thinking it could end the suffering of someone else, I'd offer to be sacrificed to save children who wanted to live. And by "pray," I mean I would kneel beside my bed, hands in prayer, speaking to "God." And I wasn't religious, nor was my family. I even got a little sculpture of a girl in prayer because I did it so often. My family noticed my nightly prayers and thought it was odd but that they would support my faith, but I had no faith just a desperate hope to die.
Eventually, I grew resentful because my offer of my life for saving children wasn't happening. I came to the conclusion that God was either a cruel being or that what I knew all along was ever there. I always had a hard time accepting things so I think I still had a little bit of hope that there was a God and that my prayers would be answered. I listed reasons my death was justified in my prayers. I don't remember when I stopped praying maybe it was before I was 9, it has been a really long time since I last did that.
Most nights as a kid, I would then crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep. I have never been able to cry in front of people so before bed was the only time I had. I remember the first time I heard about suicide, I didn't know people could do that or that it was an actual option. I was seven, and I was curious but also upset that I didn't have the courage to do it myself.
In my mind I decided that I would need a more violent approach but then I came to the conclusion I should educate myself on methods so if it came down to it I can do it in the most logical manner. I know the younger version of me would be happy for me that I found a place that offers some relief. I have felt this way for too long Im just grateful for SaSu. When was the first time you thought about wanting to die?
Eventually, I grew resentful because my offer of my life for saving children wasn't happening. I came to the conclusion that God was either a cruel being or that what I knew all along was ever there. I always had a hard time accepting things so I think I still had a little bit of hope that there was a God and that my prayers would be answered. I listed reasons my death was justified in my prayers. I don't remember when I stopped praying maybe it was before I was 9, it has been a really long time since I last did that.
Most nights as a kid, I would then crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep. I have never been able to cry in front of people so before bed was the only time I had. I remember the first time I heard about suicide, I didn't know people could do that or that it was an actual option. I was seven, and I was curious but also upset that I didn't have the courage to do it myself.
In my mind I decided that I would need a more violent approach but then I came to the conclusion I should educate myself on methods so if it came down to it I can do it in the most logical manner. I know the younger version of me would be happy for me that I found a place that offers some relief. I have felt this way for too long Im just grateful for SaSu. When was the first time you thought about wanting to die?