It's Saturday night, I really tried to occupy my mind with other things, but... this case just doesn't let me turn my head.
This is the most "out there" story that I ever came upon. I read all of his posts. And I still can't get it.
I feel compassion. But I also feel other things. I even feel anger. Why?
Why can't I just leave it alone?
Because I know, and lived, Mount Everests of pain that suicidal people have gone and are going through.
Is this such a case?
Is this a case in which some therapy couldn't help?
The level of English as a foreign language certainly indicates high enough intelligence.
A student who can't get over an incident, however traumatic and humiliating, which happened ages ago and which the other "protagonists" surely don't even remember. A single hit. Which is supposed to be an argument for ending one's life. Without a fight. A total capitulation, surrender.
Are we obliged to be supportive at any cost, in any case, whatever the circumstances?
Am I "bad" now for not being able to accept the argument that "human beings have weak spots"?
We all should also think twice about our role on this site.
Is the goal to say "may you find peace" in each and every case without ever pointing to other possible solutions?
Suicide should be the LAST option. Maybe some fighting beforehand is what we were sent here for in the first place.
How about seeing a therapist.
How about focusing on anything else other than that one single incident ages ago.
Dear boy, if you survive through this night, please know that you will find compassion here.
But also bare in mind that your body is the most sophisticated "machine" ever, a product of billions of years of evolution, or a divine creation... and try to use it before giving up on it. You can always give up. But there is some divine purpose in fighting as well. Don't give up on life just because of one girl who doesn't even remember you.
Please forgive me for playing this role of a devil's advocate. But it's more like God's advocate.
Life is not easy, but the suffering is a lesson... and this world is a a stage, a playground, that we often take too seriously.
But we must fight, just a little. You fight, just a bit. Don't just lay down.
Death awaits us all anyway. You won't miss it.
But you may never speak English like this again, or have all of our support, and live in a society with the most protected individual rights in the history of mankind.
Just like you raised your fist then, raise your fist now. Give yourself some time. Give yourself a chance.