Do some people here want to commit suicide just to know if people love you?

[DeathIsTheWayOut99]

Its probably a BPD thing or to the fact that I wish I died to know if my mom actually loved me, or both, but meh

 

[mahakaliSS_MahaDurga]

I know that the only people who would care if I died, other than maybe a few people from the internet who'd forget about me in a matter of weeks, are my parents and sister. Most people I was close with in the past wouldn't even know about it. I think that only my parents would be at my funeral, plus a few coworkers who'd be sent there by the boss to represent our work collective.

 

[LonelyDude15]

I know that the only people who would care if I died are my parents and sister. Most people I was close with in the pastbwouldn't even know.

I feel the same. I'm not even quite sure how anyone out of my family would even know since no one checks up on me. Maybe it'll spread by rumour but even if they happened to care I wouldn't because you know I'd be dead

 

[Lmd]

How do you know if they love you if you are dead

 

[x~Sophia~x]

Its probably a BPD thing or to the fact that I wish I died to know if my mom actually loved me, or both, but meh

you'd never know though, because you'd be dead

 

[Antigonish]

The paradox is you won't know if they love you if you're successful. But I get it wanting to commit suicide because you feel like no on loves you is valid. But you haven't met everyone in the entire world. If love is the problem, then go find love, because it won't always come to you.

 

[AJ95]

I don't really get it, since if you're dead you'd never know?

Unless you mean like trying and deliberately failing to see if people care? I get that, but I know that people really do care about and love me. My parents and family at least.

 

[mahakaliSS_MahaDurga]

I don't really get it, since if you're dead you'd never know?

Unless you mean like trying and deliberately failing to see if people care? I get that, but I know that people really do care about and love me. My parents and family at least.

I cannot be bothered to attempt suicide for attention, because I know what reaction I'd get from my family - the same as I got the last time, 8 years ago. Anger and disbelief. Back then, I had two-three people pay attention to me after my attempt, the people who have since been long gone from my life. If I wanted to attempt now, I would not inform anybody of my intentions because honestly I'd just upset people who barely give a fuck about me anyway.

The paradox is you won't know if they love you if you're successful. But I get it wanting to commit suicide because you feel like no on loves you is valid. But you haven't met everyone in the entire world. If love is the problem, then go find love, because it won't always come to you.

To paraphrase L. F. Céline, people only like to talk about their own problems and try to unload their misery onto others, it is very hard to find love in a world like that, especially after you reach a certain age. Here is the quote anyway:

"Why kid ourselves, people have nothing to say to one another, they all talk about their own troubles and nothing else. Each man for himself, the earth for us all. They try to unload their unhappiness on someone else when making love, they do their damnedest, but it doesn't work, they keep it all, and then they start all over again, trying to find a place for it. "Your pretty, Mademoiselle," they say. And life takes hold of them again until the next time, and then they try the same little gimmick. "You're very pretty, Mademoiselle..."

And in between they boast that they've succeeded in getting rid of their unhappiness, but everyone knows it's not true and they've simply kept it all to themselves. Since at the little game you get uglier and more repulsive as you grow older, you can't hope to hide your unhappiness, your bankruptcy, any longer. In the end your features are marked with that hideous grimace that takes twenty, thirty years or more to climb form your belly to your face. That's all a man is good for, that and no more, a grimace that he takes a whole lifetime to compose. The grimace a man would need to express his true soul without losing any of it is so heavy and complicated that he doesn't always succeed in completing it."

 

[Wisdom3_1-9]

Unless you mean like trying and deliberately failing to see if people care?

From experience, I think you learn that a lot of people don't care. They'll say they care, but then they don't actually. Words are all they can offer.

 

[mahakaliSS_MahaDurga]

From experience, I think you learn that a lot of people don't care. They'll say they care, but then they don't actually. Words are all they can offer.

Of course they don't care. Most people are self absorbed and it is unrealistic to expect they'd do anything for others. Looking at it from another perspective - what is there to offer but words to a suicidal person? Nobody can sort out anybody's life for them.

 

[Deleted member 17949]

I kinda relate to that feeling but obviously I won't be alive to see if anyone actually cares

 

[Wisdom3_1-9]

I get it. I totally get it. I know that I'll never really know, but I still understand.

My death will expose the truth about if others ever really gave a shit about me or not. People will be forced to show whether they actually cared or whether it was all lip service. I won't know, but my mom will know. And those that did love me (if any) will know who the phonies are.