Great comment

true

If they truly love you they will be sad, they will miss you, but they will be glad you are no longer in pain.

Very true

In my teenage years, I had thoughts of suicide because I had thoughts and feelings of anger and jealousy (combined with other personal matters) that I didn't want to live the rest of my life with.

Skipping ahead to 20-some-odd years after the fact and these thoughts have lingered with me since my first suicide attempt all those years ago.

Nowadays, I still have these lingering thoughts, but I feel more divided about them.

50% of the time, I think to myself: "I should have been dead years ago" and 50% of of the time, I think: "But if I took my own life all those years back, I would never have got to experience all the things I had got to experience," hence the reason I feel so divided on the matter.

And desptie how I feel, I understand that each day I live is going to have it's own share of ups and downs and all I can do on my part is to take each day as it comes.

No one should have to live in pain. Euthanasia on demand should available to anyone wanting to end their life.

I deserve the right to end my own suffering when the pain gets to be too much.

Half of the problem with pain is that it drives you to bed... so, unless your bed happens to be in some shopping mall, nobody gets to see the price I pay for overexertion. I'm lucky if they even see me faint.

My quality of life is diminishing, too and I'm pushing my limits and going without sleep just to maintain the routine I need to keep up. What happens when I have next to no quality of life left and I'm back to waking up just to shuffle to the toilet and back to bed again??? I don't plan on slumbering until I starve and dehydrate to death - that's for sure.

Thats so very true

That's why I never considered it myself even though I've never enjoyed my life. All the trials. All the abuse. All the loneliness. All the pain. All the sorrow. On and on and on

Well said. A person in which one can have complete confidence. Fill in the blank. There's always someone.

You said greatly .
But if you put 7 out of 10 people in everywhere around the world and if they were honest I bet suicide or thinking about doing it themselves crossed there mind . It happened me plenty of times through my life .
But your answer was very good

what if you kill everyone

Happens no matter how you die.

What if no one loves you?

One night, many years ago, I awoke about twenty minutes after dozing off with minor abdominal pain; of the "roll over and doze again" type, and I did so- then woke up again a few minutes later. The pain slowly built over the next forty minutes or so, and everything I could think of to stop it failed. Then the nausea began kicking it, and I eagerly threw up (and how often do you do THAT eagerly?), figuring that would make me feel better- but it didn't. It opened the floodgates, though, and I wound up spending the next six hours on the floor of the bathroom (because the retching, when it came, would hit too rapidly to get down into position to vomit again), rocking back and forth to find the least uncomfortable position, and more or less wishing I was dead.

You may have recognized the symptoms of a gall bladder attack. If you didn't, well, picture placing a golf ball in your hand, then curving your fingers over it and squeezing it tightly with every part of your hand. Now replace the golf ball with a sea urchin. A sea urchin made of stone, that mere muscle can't break. Now replace your hand, sensitive but covered in skin that protects it from the worst sensory input the world gives, with an internal organ, devoid of such shielding. Gall bladder attacks are horrific; many people, experiencing one, think they're having a heart attack. I've heard from women who experienced both that they can be more painful than childbirth. The worst part, to my mind, at least, is the subsequent attacks, when you wake up with that specific pain and you know what's coming, but that there's nothing you can do about it- anything you take to help you'll just vomit back out. After the fifth or sixth attack, I couldn't stand it any more, and I went in to have it removed. And the surgery went fine (for a while, anyway), and ever since then, I've continued on without those issues.

Pain CAN be stopped, if its causes are- but that makes suicide more tragic, not less.

People commit suicide to end their pain.

This is the old energy cant be created nor destroyed, only changed principal in action. Love and grief are energy, your pain is the catalyst to transform their love into grief its basic alchemy

Life carries on. Their pain will fade away and be replaced with the acceptance and concession that the deceased is finally free of physical, mental, and/or emotional pain.

There is no need to guilt a suicidal person. They already believe they are a burden, a failure, and that ending their life will not get rid of THEIR pain, but relieve what they have caused their loved ones.

Well, it's not transferred at a 1:1 ratio.

Let’s not guilt people going through enough as it is.

People suicide because they cannot see any options available to themselves.

People will feel pain as the result of the suicide for all sorts of reasons, but to blame another person for your pain is irresponsible.

It is your pain, not theirs.

Even then, will it truly ever end is the thought that haunts