Can't stay alive but every method is too difficult

[kms4]

Every method is too painful or too risky or too messy or too something. There's no truly painless, peaceful method. Too depressed to do any planning, too anxious to follow through with anything. The same mental issues causing the desire to be dead are preventing me from ending my life.

 

[AbsentMindedHuman]

Isnt that the conundrum we all find ourselves in. Its an endless cycle. Our 'illness' makes us want nothing more that to leave this existence, but everything else tells us to stay and makes it impossible for us to go through with it. I'm sure there are 100's maybe thousands of us in the same boat right now (including me). We have no more desire to exist and suffer, but other people in our life decide their need to keep us around is more important for us than our drawn out desire to release the pain that we live with every day.

Its not fair that there isn't a safe and peaceful option that is offered by the government. They know exactly what it would take as it is given to criminals on death row, or terminally ill patients with cancer who are 'suffering'. Are we NOT suffering. This needs to change.

 

[FuneralCry]

I'm sorry that you have to suffer so much in this dreadful existence. In my case I really wish suicide is as straightforward as just choosing to never wake again, it's so cruel to me how it's so unnecessarily difficult to die, having access to a painless, peaceful method would be such a relief for me. But anyway best wishes, I hope that you find peace eventually.

 

[Alexei_Kirillov]

My depression had grown on me as that vine had conquered the oak; it had been a sucking thing that had wrapped itself around me, ugly and more alive than I. It had had a life of its own that bit by bit asphyxiated all of my life out of me. [...] I could never kill this vine of depression, and so all I wanted was for it to let me die. But it had taken from me the energy I would have needed to kill myself, and it would not kill me. If my trunk was rotting, this thing that fed on it was now too strong to let it fall.

- The Noonday Demon by Andrew Solomon