HadesOfPurple
Rummy odd-eyed cat
- May 19, 2020
- 14
I'm sure there have been many threads about suicide notes here over the years, but perhaps not one that weighs the pros and cons of suicide notes, so I'd like to open a discussion on that. In your situation specifically, if you're considering leaving a suicide note, what would be the pros and what the cons of it? For my case:
Pros: - if I should choose to ctb via an overdose of something, I could make it clear it was not an OD; it was a deliberate action, and I am not ashamed of it. Suicide exists, sometimes things do not get better; sometimes you can hate yourself if you let yourself go on rotting, and it is an act of kindness to open a door for yourself into a room where you've no idea what awaits you. Perhaps more pain. Perhaps nothingness. Perhaps eternal bliss and rest. In the room you're in now, you know there's nothing but pain; it's on fire. So defending suicide as a philosophical and rational decision would be important to me.
-I could write all that had gone wrong to've brought me to this point on paper. Perhaps nobody would read it. Perhaps nobody would care. Probably and probably, but it would give me a strange sense of closure and leaving the negativity behind me.
-I am creative. I'd like to write a poem or something, as a last gesture of my arm surging from the swamp that's sunk me, so to speak. It's odd, writing a eulogy to yourself (I've written some before for musicians that had ctb that were admired by me), but if you won't, nobody will. Again, a sense of closure, leaving something behind
Cons: -I can't imagine a single person that would care to read my suicide note. The authorities will discard it as soon as they rule it a suicide. I've no family that gives a toss, no friends, so I'd be writing to nobody.
-I wouldn't want my suicide note to somehow find its way online. That cheapens things to me; I hate it when private suicide notes are posted online. They trivialise the pain contained within
-Even if someone did read it, it might be misinterpreted somehow. Or it might be seen as ''look, he was still feeling sorry for himself''. Its artistic value would be lost on the people around me. Nobody would want to keep it; it would be of value to nobody outside of myself, and--if I dare hope--my spider friends in my room
Pros: - if I should choose to ctb via an overdose of something, I could make it clear it was not an OD; it was a deliberate action, and I am not ashamed of it. Suicide exists, sometimes things do not get better; sometimes you can hate yourself if you let yourself go on rotting, and it is an act of kindness to open a door for yourself into a room where you've no idea what awaits you. Perhaps more pain. Perhaps nothingness. Perhaps eternal bliss and rest. In the room you're in now, you know there's nothing but pain; it's on fire. So defending suicide as a philosophical and rational decision would be important to me.
-I could write all that had gone wrong to've brought me to this point on paper. Perhaps nobody would read it. Perhaps nobody would care. Probably and probably, but it would give me a strange sense of closure and leaving the negativity behind me.
-I am creative. I'd like to write a poem or something, as a last gesture of my arm surging from the swamp that's sunk me, so to speak. It's odd, writing a eulogy to yourself (I've written some before for musicians that had ctb that were admired by me), but if you won't, nobody will. Again, a sense of closure, leaving something behind
Cons: -I can't imagine a single person that would care to read my suicide note. The authorities will discard it as soon as they rule it a suicide. I've no family that gives a toss, no friends, so I'd be writing to nobody.
-I wouldn't want my suicide note to somehow find its way online. That cheapens things to me; I hate it when private suicide notes are posted online. They trivialise the pain contained within
-Even if someone did read it, it might be misinterpreted somehow. Or it might be seen as ''look, he was still feeling sorry for himself''. Its artistic value would be lost on the people around me. Nobody would want to keep it; it would be of value to nobody outside of myself, and--if I dare hope--my spider friends in my room
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