
Thank you for sharing. I know how it feels to have people near and dear to you wanting to off themselves, whatever their reasons…
The first time it happened, I went all in. It was my responsibility to keep them alive. I acted like I was a court appointed guardian, like a therapist, a parent, a friend and I tried to act in many more capacities. I sacrificed school and work just to physically be with them. I had them sleep over at my place. And much more. And how did I act? I tried to guilt them into staying alive. As in, I could say things like “how could you do that to me/your loved ones/etc?” Whatever effect that “strategy” had or didn’t have on them, it absolutely destroyed me. I got burned out. I had to recuperate for months, which in turn - naturally - impacted my school and career.
The second time it happened, I had learned my lesson: it’s not okay to blame people for wanting to die. I am not them. I cannot understand what they are going through. Even though them wanting to end their life made me angry, I held it back and told them how sorry I am that they feel that way. And that I am here to listen. And that they are not alone. And that feelings come and go, and that tomorrow may very well be the best day of the rest of their lives. No more shaming somebody who is already at their lowest. No more taking on the responsibility of professional therapists and doctors.
Five years later, here I am, having for the first time in my life feelings of absolute worthlessness and - would you know - the thought of death being a way to end my suffering does cross my mind. I’m not willing to die yet, but the sense of helplessness makes me understand even more how bad it was to try to keep somebody alive through scorn.
You may disregard everything I’ve written. I don’t know where it came from.
You are not pathetic. If anything, you’re empathetic.













😂🤮 I didn’t even look at them. Just quickly searched and copy-pasted shit for OP. 🤣