Have you ever "imagagined" Suicide?

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I have sometimes. I say quick painless bullet to the head. Leave a note complaining to my parents of how they've treated me over the years (of course this would REALLY crush them) besides the death the angry letter. I'm not suicidal per say but have imagnined it as of late.

That sort of thinking is sometimes called "dancing on the edge" and it's very dangerous. I do it too but we gotta think other things because if we allow thoughts of suicide then the brain will allow more and more. And someday cross the line.

I always think of killing myself, among others. Intrusive thoughts as far as I and everyone else can discern, as I don't want these things to happen.

I can imagine what death is like, and that would be nothingness.

I think about it but hopefully less and less now. And even though I have issues of hatred for quite a number of real people, I could never hurt or kill anyone outside myself. So yes to suicidal but no to anything homicidal and I worry too much about what would happen to my two cats to go very far along those lines. I'm at a point now too where I'm entertaining the idea less and less and am at least more hopeful about my future but many issues and fears remain as I get older and am perpetually struggling and coping alone.

Thanks for the nice replies.

I ruminate on suicide at length, I think about the best way to do it, i think about what it would feel like, I think about how it will effect those around me, and I weigh up the positives and negatives and think about whether its the best thing to do and about what other options there are. Ive had these thoughts since I was about 11 and always found it hard to cope with interacting with life and the worlds reaction to me.

I used to think about suicide all the time, particularly about the funeral that would follow. I even made a couple of half-hearted attempts at it.

But now it's a different story. My life is going so well, I don't want to die for a long time. Not to mention the fact that my death would absolutely devastate my family, and suicide is considered a dire sin in my religion.

I always thought of ending my life. I see nothing positive in my life at all. Seeing happy people everyday makes me wonder what is wrong with me. When can I have a day where I can laugh and smile? I would never think of killing people who have hurt me, but I have dreamt of them feeling hurt, much more pain that they conflicted on me. There is this one woman in particular that is just the queen of evil. I wouldn't care what happened to her at all.

I've thought about how I might do it. Jumping from great height is interesting but impractical and leaves a terrible mess. Drowning's a terrible way to go. Hanging yourself isn't exactly peaceful, either, and leaves your remains rather disfigured. Poison would be the easiest...But something about it is too mundane. Shooting yourself is a fair way to go... But leaves your remains in a bad state as well. Seppuku would certainly be impressive, but requires a partner and being beheaded isn't great for the family.

I've never considered suicide, though. The potential for further happiness is greater than any unhappiness I might be experiencing currently.

What makes you so sure a bullet to the head is painless? Quick - well, maybe, if you hit the sweet spot ('cause you're not going to get a second try), but if not...then it might be quite excruciating to punch a hole in your skull. Those last moments of twitching and jerking and crapping yourself might be the most agonizing pain a human can experience, no one's ever been able to describe it afterward that I know of.

Not to mention the possibility of being left a slobbering vegetable for many years to come, unable to speak, move, or wipe your own behind.

If you're going to think about these things, you'd better consider them realistically from every angle, not just the parts that m*st*rb*te your own ego. Killing yourself to get back at those around you is the most childish, petty, self-absorbed act anyone could commit. If that's your motivation for ending your life, then you haven't even begun to experience true unhappiness yet. Praise God and dance a jig that you don't yet know what it's like to really suffer.

I've thought about it at length in the past, and tried it a few times. (Overdoses, mainly, though I once threw myself backwards out of a high window... weirdly enough I didn't even crack a rib.)

But now, though I sometimes still think about it, it's not so much like I'm planning it, just that the thought returns simply through force of habit. In other words, it's an annoying guest that I chose to ignore.

The one thing that would prevent me from committing suicide now is the fact that experience has taught me, no matter how bad I feel, it never lasts. Imagine if you killed yourself, and your final state was your eternal experience. Can you imagine being stuck in misery forever? The risk of that is too great ... I'd sooner be subject to change, and die when it's time, not at my own hand.

I've thought of it, when I've been down, but no mater how down I am, the idea absolutely repulses me. I don't want to die.

I don't anymore. I used to when I
had no one to play with and before
my brother and me decided that it
would be better for me if I lived
with brother.

Dad did not agree at first but when
dad found out that I had th*t of offing
myself, he changed his mind, I don't
really want to die, now that I have
something to live for.

My brother, my kittypuss, and of course
my family the ones who still care.

Yes I have thought about it, and still do. A lot. I've tried to stop thinking about it but i find it helps me to calm when i do think and plan, i use the word loosely here, methods of killing myself. I don't think I want to die.

I had suicidal ideation for a few years back in high school & college. One summer I wrote letters to all of my friends and planned on asking for them to be distributed in my 'note'. Another time I sat on the ledge of a 3-story building for a few hours until I decided that it wasn't high enough and I might not actually die. It still pops up now & again-especially when I realised I didn't have to leave a note. I was having issues with what to write and I was so relieved to think I didn't have to write anything at all. My planning revolves around finding a method that would not leave a mess for others to clean, I don't want to do anything that would kill other people and I have to wait until my cat dies because no one else can take care of him. So, I guess, yeah I think about it. It's just that my practical side won't let me act on it!

Yes, off and on, even tried a few times. It alaways seems like I did want to die, but only for a little while. Besides, if I'm dead, I wouldn't be around to see the satisfying devastation it would've caused.