Discussion Ways you've imagined suicide in the past

[Tomoko]

When I was a teenager until about age 20, I would fantasize about my parents walking in and finding me with my favourite song playing. I'd imagine the whole process as some sort of cinematic masterpiece, myself downing a bunch of pills and falling asleep to the music. These days I like to imagine myself quitting my job and booking the soonest flight to California and maybe doing something similar but in a hotel room by the sea.

 

[PlushieLover]

In the past, I thought that suicide was stupid and for weak people. I obviously changed my mind now, for me suicide right now is a way to accelerate the destiny that everybody share, death. Also it kind of make me happy because it makes me feel in control of my life.

I imagine myself in a forest or near a lake slowly dying while I hold hands with my suicide partner, that would be perfect I think.

 

[Makko]

I used to romanticize dying in some spectacularly grisly way, like by explosives, self-immolation or jumping from an airplane. I'm slowly shifting priorities from form to function. Slowly.

 

[Anonymous_A]

Before I found this place, before acquiring knowledge..I was gonna wander about my city and buy the maximum amount of paracetamol (x2 packs otc) from every shop I manage to find.
Like shitloads of shops..Aldi/boots/corner shops/Asda etc

I was planning on taking large amounts continuously for a long period of time.

This was because I had my blood tested, which showed my liver was already wrecked (liver function test iirc) from years of taking aas/alcohol/reccy drugs lol

 

[FuneralCry]

For a long time I have always had an image of myself overdosing on some pills and being found lying on my bed. Now I know that overdoses are not a reliable way to ctb. Now I mostly think about taking N in a forest. That is the kind of death that I want, peaceful and in nature.

 

[OnlyTheWind]

I've always imagined my suicide would find me in the middle of a large snowy field while snow gently falls. I imagine myself putting a revolver in my mouth and blowing my brains out. I fall to the ground and the deep red of my blood makes a beautiful contrast against the pure whiteness of the snow. Then, as if on cue, different wild animals come out of the forest; foxes, wolves, crows etc. They all gather around my body in this tragic scene, and a wolf cries a solitary tear as it howls in despair. The camera pans up into the sky and everything fades to black.

Back to reality, I will either be put out of my misery by inert gas or hanging from a tree. The end.