ex-suicidal people of reddit, what saved your life?

ex-suicidal people of reddit, what saved your life?

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  1. Personally, I started focusing on small things that could better my immediate mental state.

    Working out, sitting outside in the sun (or even rain), cleaning one thing a day (that made all the difference in the world, I wasn’t overwhelmed with where I was existing), and making sure I ate at least one food I really enjoyed a day. I slowly built on that and it really helped me come out of my hole.

  2. Uncle Rick… he’s still the security guard at my old High School in Hawaii… he randomly messaged me while I was in Washington and asked if I was okay. I told him and he would call me every morning to say Aloha and how proud he is to be able to talk to me each day. I do my best to visit him when I go back to the island.

  3. Believing that things couldn’t possibly get any worse. Then they do. Then you realize the worst possible thing before that wasn’t as awful.

  4. Not wanting to leave my cats. Finding golden threads in the monotony of every painful day. And most importantly, finally getting psychiatric help.

  5. At first it was all by luck, I’ve tried doing it more than I can count from age 12 to 30..

    Now it’s My daughter, she’s helped me in ways she’ll never understand or know about. She’s my guardian angel.

    Now my thoughts are, I figured if I’m going to be here I might as well make the best of it. And my daughter deserves a life without having to deal with my sick head getting in the way, and I deserve happiness.. so I’ve healed alot of deep trauma and am no longer suicidal.

  6. My brother and cousin. I was in a shitty marriage, and had a plan to end it all, leaving my kiddos and what family I had left, till my cousin busts thru the door like to kool-aid man takes me to his house and gave me and my kids our out. My brother made the calls and got it all arranged. I didnt realize he was paying attention and knew something was wrong. If that didn’t happen, I would have been gone that weekend. I’m grateful I get to watch my kiddos grow up and in a healthier mindset.

  7. We figured out that most of the shit I was experiencing wasn’t “normal” under most circumstances, even when looking at them through every angle we could think of. Finally after misdiagnosis after misdiagnosis, someone pointed my mom towards a thing called PANDAS. It’s basically this disorder that gives you symptoms similar to autism (I only say that because I was misdiagnosed as that beforehand), depression, anxiety and a bunch of other things. It is lifelong, but getting the right treatment has been so helpful. My bones feel like jelly sometimes and I want to sell my nerves on eBay, but it is so much more manageable with medicine and knowledge of what is wrong and how to fix it.

  8. My own self by working on myself and stopping on letting people and the past pull me down. The moment i started to think of myself and my own wellbeing things started to be far more easier and brighter.

  9. This is going to sound weird you know how whenever someone commits suicide a bunch of people come together and they’re all like “I loved them so much” and “I’m gonna miss them” or whatever. When I was in high school I spent a lot of time imagining what would happen after my death, and the thought of my bullies and people who didn’t care about me at all pretending to be sad and/or miss me made me not want to do it.

  10. Thinking about how many ancestors behind me, fought through so many worse things, and though I do not intend to ever ha e children, what a slap in the face it would seem to end mine over something that in a few years time, will not phase me much anymore.

    That maybe something really good will happen. Maybe something amazing even, that I will have wanted to be here for. So I keep holding on. For them. And for the things. And so many things have come! Afterlife me would really be kicking clouds over missing this.

  11. My uncle. He really had a way with words. It seemed like he had the perfect line for every ocassion, like he knew exactly what I was going through.

    When he passed away I truly thought I was doomed. I wouldn’t have his words of support anymore.

    And yet I continued. I kept thinking about him. Those words would never go anywhere as long as I kept them and told them.

    I only wish he could see me now. I can trust in myself. It really took me a long time to learn that lesson.

  12. i can’t leave my cat behind. Idk, the thought of causing someone or something to feel the pain that I’ve felt my entire life is just hard. I cant bring myself to do it.

  13. the first poem I ever wrote after my first heart break

    These emotions run deep.
    your blade runs deeper.
    I’ve told myself.
    you were a keeper.
    I’ve fought with family.
    I’ve fought with friends.
    In the end.
    I was wrong again.
    I put this here.
    With paper and pen.
    To remind myself.
    It will never happen again.

  14. My mother saying she wanted a huge life insurance policy on me, but that I’d have to wait a few years to kill myself so the suicide clause would kick in. Fuck that bitch, I’m loving life out of pure spite now. And yeah, it did get a lot better anyway

  15. If some people/animals have had suicidal thoughts, I don’t think they ever truly “go away”. There for sure is that ultra rare instance when they reconnect, and hold tightly to the living. In that instance, it was pure love, or joy.

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