Don't worry. There's a happy ending.

[dreamer_easy]

Feeling suicidal gives you, paradoxically, a kind of power. You're in a kind of end-of-the-world, anything-goes state: all bets are off, no rules apply.

For many people this would probably mean an orgy of unwise sex, drinking, drugs, and generally crazy self-destructive adventure. For me it's more like "Hey! Let's blow off the gym, go to the mall instead, and buy a Spirograph! Yeah!"

There's more, though. A mate reckons suicide is, in part, an expression of anger. It's rage flowing in the wrong direction. We turn our urge to damage and destroy in on ourselves.

O my little cyberbullies, you should never pick on someone when they're suicidal. Not because they might do away with themselves, leaving you scarred for life with guilt. Because they're in the mood to wreck something, and it might as well be you.

I'm saved again and again as my pain turns itself into rage. Thanks for helping, you sad little turds.

Comments

[drunken-hedghog.livejournal.com]

The power is freedom. Freedom from convention, and all the silly little rules that make up society. Because you know that the repercussions of your actions won't be felt by you (because you expect to be dead) you know that you can do anything. I think it's the closest any civilised person comes to absolute freedom these days.

I'm not going to be a hypocrite about try and persuade you out of anything, but I'm glad the exercise worked for you.

Wow I'm so late into this one.

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

"The object of war is not to die for your country, but to make the other bastard die for his." >:-)