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What is the best way to kill yourself when you're under 13?
Quelle est la meilleure forme de suicide pour les moins de 13 ans?
|21 Mar 2010||deykamol||I can't believe this is 13 years old. That means you're 26. You must be alive, because websites don't pay for themselves.
This is such a bizarre website.
I attempted an overdose once. My doctor told my mother I had an ear infection and prescribed more drugs. I laughed at her idiocy, which is the only reason I'm still alive. The need to prove people wrong. I told her her diagnosis was wrong, I was dying, and I knew why.
I should be dead.
I wish I were.
|20 Mar 2010||Tony||Intro: Male turned 46 on March 18 2010. History: Parents committed me in psych ward age 14? diagnosis skizzo. symptoms: I wouldn't talk to them or the doctors they took me to. Oh and the kicker my mother asked me if I heard voices and I answered yes because I thought she meant do I think to myself (vocalise internally). Stupid answer. Anyway I wasn't talking to anyone cause I was pissed that Dad wasn't talking to Mum and that was after I attempted to act as some sort of intermediary conciliator. Dad wouldn't have a bar of it and told me to mind my own business. I shut down after that (too sensitive I believe, taking things personally) when really I just shouldn't have given a stuff about my parents relationship. Cause I had everything else going for myself - third in class, great at athletics. One day at school I was simply told to come to the office and that's when they took me away to the psych ward. Some youth counsellor was the one who told me the news about my pending lock down. After I did a couple of weeks or more I'm not too clear on time frame, the same youth counsellor asked if I wanted to come and live with him and his family? I agreed. Thats when he started sexually abusing me from aged 14 - 20 when I finally left my hometown for the city. He and his wife, on the first nights stay, offered me their bed and they'd sleep in the lounge. ??? Anyway whatever, he slipped into his be, with me there, did his thing while I froze like a rabbit caught in lights.
Skip forward 10 years: First wife. Aaagghhh. Fighting all the time. My wife was my first ever girlfriend who broke my virginity. Ha. She picked me up while cheating on her then fiancée. I was totally girl innocent and all. Anyway I thought this was what 'love is'. pathetic and hopelessly naive. skip forward she got pregnant to me and took off. I bumped into her when she was showing and of course I forgot all about the pain and we were back on again. Skip forward 20 years and five kids later and all the hell in between I left her and the kids who I hoped would forgive me. They kinda have - we facebook and I'm on their friends list. I'm with another who I thought 'this is it'. Oh my god do I have a big sign attached to my back that says 'kick me'?
Bottom line: I'm so looking forward to my death. I won't commit suicide but with each birthday I am eagerly closer and closer to finally finishing with my life. I know I'm not the only person who has had a crap life. I read about crap lives in the paper every day and my heart goes out to everyone living with huge pain and suffering.
Lesson learned: key decisions along the way have determined the course of pain in my life. Trouble is your only wise after the fact. Luck plays a part.
|19 Mar 2010||leftbehind||Well for me it was har to deal with me bff killing herself. mainly becaust she did it in frount of me, slit her throat, and i think to myself everyday what could i have done to save her and relized i could have done anything but i was to scared i rembember saying you wont do it your to pussy ans that was the last thing i said to her that she could hear... i think back to that day all the time and if you are trying to kill yourself plz dont baceausw you leave behind friends family and loveones.|
|17 Mar 2010||Lue Sipher||There are over 6 billion ways to choose, yet at the age of 13 or under.
You are emotionally and physically too young to really choose one. You have not yet lived a full life, and there will be better times. All things pass after time.
Get professional help by checking yourself into a psychiatric ward, and getting on some medications that help out the bad thoughts.
I at 28 years old, wake up daily with suicidal idealation.. Everything can be going great, yet I'll still feel suicidal. Though I ignore it and dont go on my feelings. Its all a game your mind plays with you.
Suicide is the permanant solution, definitely not worth it as there is no coming back, and those you hurt even if you meant to hurt them will hurt for a good portion of their lifes. Some never get over the loss of a loved one, especially a child.
To answer what the best way to kill yourself is however, I can only hope that you'll come to the realization that life is what you make of it, and you have much more to live for. Sure life may suck now, but give it a little while and things will get better. Its all in what you do, maybe try moving away, or finding new hobbies, something to take your mind away from whatever is bothering you.
I'd help assist you in finding a way, but I am sorry.. Maybe if you where over the age of 50, or terminally ill and did not want to bear the pain of suffering a painful death then maybe, but from just what youve asked.. Its a stupid question, with which you have many other options and abilities. Find something that occupys your thoughts and to get you away from it all. Dont kill yourself, it is not worth it.
|17 Mar 2010||reaper||my parents split when i was 10 then my mum died of cancer when i was 13, after i made it through all that there was a car accident in australia where 6 teens were run over by a drunk driver, 2 were my friends and the driver got 7yrs jail before parol, 9 months later my best friend was killed in a car accident, everyone surved but him. 2 months ago my workmate committed suicide after 2 previous attempts he posted that he was dead on facebook and shot himself, he was alive when his mother found him, he had cut the phone lines so she couldnt call for help, i was talking to him 2hours before he did it and i always wonder if i could have said somthing to change his thoughts, suicide impacts everybody, but even after seeing the pain it causes others im so jealous of him, he doesnt have to live with the pain and he is in a better place, i jus dont see why im here anymore, whats the point of life? why is everyone around me dying? and to make things even greater while dealing with all this ive lost my girlfried who id been with for 4 yrs, can anyone tell me how the fuck i get through all this cos i jus wanna go|
|17 Mar 2010||Blake Winders||Simply dont. i have thought about it all the time i have been called a gay mother fucking fag and many other things every day on my way to school i think about jumping in front of the train i have tried to kill my self many a time but im glad i did not kill myself in the end. i find the best thing for me is to sit in my room and do stuff i like (i play pokemon (im 13) and watch manga also i listen to my fav song) then i think i could not be doing this if i was dead.
email any time to talk BlakeWinders@Yahoo.com
DONT DO IT
|16 Mar 2010||R.S. Hardeman||My father died when I was nine years old. He suffered from depression and an on and off again battle with drugs. Friends and family tell me that I was his world, however, I fail to believe so because of his selfish act. When he past I was told that he had died in a car accident. But just like a yesterday, I remember the night before his funeral his car was in perfect shape sitting at my aunts house. For some reason their was always something wrong with that picture but I never put much thought into it. It was a humid summer weekend I was at my bestfriend house and confided in her grandmother about the way I was feeling about my dads death. There was something in me (maybe God) saying that something was not right. She told me to pray and if God thought it was time he would reveal the truth to me. Well, that very next day I was at home my mother had called and asked me to look for some papers, and it was then I came across my fathers death certificate. Only with curiosity as I read it to my surprise there it was. It stated that he indeed did committ suicide. Emotions feel me with angry, guilt, sadness I felt it all. I later found out that everyone knew but me. I pushed myself away from his family feeling so hurt. I always asked my self Why? I was turning 16 that year and now at the age of 19 I can really say that was not a sweet sixteen. I've always had thought of killing myself. I've tried once and thought about it over a million times. After trying my mom told me I was throwing a temper tantrum and honestly that really hurt. Afterwards I tried a therapist and during one session my step-dad was invited in and he of course agreed with my mother. This was like a slap in the face cause at that very moment I was screaming out for help. I felt alone and that everything I did or every answer I wanted was pushed away. I needed so desperate affection but it wasn't offered. People just looked at me like I was sick and treated me like I was a mental patient. Now I'm at a different place in my life. Im still sort of angry because I felt like my dad was being very selfish and missed out on the essentials of my life. At my lowest moments I still think about killing myself but Ive found something that keeps me going. So for those that are thinking about it I think you should find something that you look forward to. Me, myself it was my neice. Being my first neice its something about that little girl that keeps me going. I'm anxious about my future and I try to find something big or small to atleast make me smile everyday. I wrote on my mirror words and phrases of encouragement. The other day I was very upset and now for some reason I hardly ever just cry or let the pain out. With me being a very sensitive and emotional person this is strange to me but I had a break down. And, for some reason I looked up at the mirror and I seen the words I had written (smile) and I smile there I was smiling because I made it another day here at peace. Had I killed myself I never would have made it there...simply happy|
|11 Mar 2010||AG||TO ANYONE WHOS ABOUT TO KILL THEMSELVES DONT DO IT,THINK OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOUR HURTING INCLUDING YOURSELF depressions just a feeling everyone gets, it doesn't mean you have to go to the extreme and do anything drastic its basically a part of being a teenager, as a matter of fact being a teen are some of the stressful years of your life|
|10 Mar 2010||Jungle||I have to agree with Mr. Survivor down there. We are indeed more powerful because we made thoughts that the "normal" person have never done. We made those thoughts and we are still in this world fighting to achieve the aim that everyone have set for his life. And even moments of suicide when we feel like we don`t have any aim, we do, we just don`t know it yet but we have to go on to find what is the aim of life. It`s funny though that people around us have no idea how we feel inside and even if you try to share your feelings they think is a joke. But this doesn`t mean that they are any better, it just means that they are living a routine without any problem which involve spirit or heart.|
|03 Mar 2010||Survivor||There is no best way to kill yourself. There is only one way, and that road will always lead to death (obviously). But none of us who ADMIT to want to commit suicide will or should take that road. We are stronger than that; those of us who admit to it, admit to a problem we have: We admit that we are too courageous to do it (and thats why we havent done it, those of us who are on this page have decided not to kill ourselves yet). Death is so welcome, and so easy. Its been more than 9 years since these thoughts of suicide entered my mind, and Im still alive. Its because I cant do it, because I wont, because even though its the easy way out, its not the road I wish to take. We are proud, we who admit to the desire of surrenderring our souls; we are stronger than death itself because not only do we admit to giving in, but we understand the pain that brings living with this burden. Every single day that we live is a day survived, a day of pain, of hurt and of thinking we are undeserving of anything that is good. And yet, we are survivors, we are stronger than your average person who lives their life as a fairytale, or as a "normal" person. We overcome much more than anyone else; and this makes us stronger, it makes us more powerful, it makes us smarter and more perceptive of life, of love, of happiness. Each smile is more appreciated by us, even if no one else knows. It makes us special, because we feel more than people without those feelings (the negative side effect is that we have to live through pain, but trust me when I say no one knows the happiness we know, even if it was just for a second, in a dream, no one normal will come even close to this feeling; how do I know? because Ive seen "happy" people, and they know not what happiness is, what pain is, what sadness is; they are dead in the face of feelings, which is why they dont understand us or care to understand us or the idea of suicide...to them its a taboo, to us its a reality that eats away at us). Regardless, We are lost souls, but we are so many, just read what people have had the courage to confess in this website. Its not about family, its not about friends or boyfriends or even God; its about you, or in my case, me and my willing and ability to survive in a world that wants me to die or commit suicide. They say, kill yourself, I say, make me; and everyday they try to but I will damn well laugh in their faces and say: if you were me, you would kill yourself, but I will survive whatever challenge you force upon me, not even your evil will of self destruction will murder me for I will overpower my self hatred, my own desire to die, my incapacity of dealing with the pain in this world. I will survive, even if I dont want to, only to prove to myself and the world that these feelings of self loathing will not overcome my desire to defeat them. Its so easy to die, its harder to live with the desire, and YES, that does make us better people. Are you a survivor or another statistic? Because, believe it or not, its your choice. You can choose to be better than everyone else or be just who they expect you to be.|
|27 Feb 2010||BuffyDecember||I hope you don't figure out how to succeed at rendering yourself extinct. There can't be anything that is so bad or a life that is so awful that this is the fix. Trust me, I have tried twice and I am glad I didn't get it right.|
|17 Feb 2010||Matt||I'll be honest, I found this because once again I find life a battle. But to be honest I found this a little shocking that we're talking about someone who's thirteen. I'm thirty nine and have batttled depression from when I was thirteen or fourteen. I still fight now and some days are a constant struggle.
But all I know is this: This life is a wonderous experience and along the way you will meet beautiful people (as well as the ugly) and you will see amazing days and dark days. Some days you will feel dead to the world and others will feel as vital as any spring day.
I'm a photographer now and though depression is still a batttle I wouldn't change it for the world.
Don't worry, life will grow around you, the impossible will feel possible and most of the people you hate will vanish.
Live because that's all we have. Every minute of every day.
|07 Feb 2010||almost there||the best way to kill yourself is to drink yourself to death. I mean, fuck, you'll have some good times, right? you'll go nuts at the bar and dance on tables and get into fist fights and crash your car (if you're lucky you might even kill yourself in a car crash) you'll have sex in stinking toliet cubicles and you'll try to kill your best friends for no reason. well, i know i did. and guess what? if you're hanging around piss heads no one will even raise an eyebrow! hooray for uncontrolled alcoholism! as they say drink until you can't feel feelings anymore!
i mean, life can suck balls... hell, i know. i won't go into it, my point is that the best way to make things better is to make a change in lifestyle. no one said it had to be a change for the better.....
|02 Feb 2010||cancerofhehead||pills: 1,8% chances of success. worst choice. you d have to spend 6 years of your life in the warp trying in average 50 times to not even hope of succeeding. flying from 12 meter up: 65% of surviving. train: 10% of all attempts ended in survival. germany, that s where i live is the country where people commit suicide the most using train crashes, collision or decapitation, in worst case one in ten, integral amputation. that s how i dreamt MY future. who knows how body react when confronted with high speed train at 10m, 1m i suspect even 30 sec are enough for lethal reflex, the one that makes conscience jump for stupid will of specie to survive, and fail. amputation of both arms, one leg, the head has been sawnd back in place to the head, disjoined to 2/3rd, that s enough saving YOUR life a jugular and a carotidiss have remained intact, your BRAIN DAMAGE noone s bothered, anyway didn t you prefer life with all your limbs, or brain, hi ! hanging. noone knows, it all depends how you plan in, how much noise you make falling down the rope, and with whon you live. neighbours might be enough to save you even if you live alone you ve just borrowed a ladder from them. and EVERYONE knows you re a psycho in the neighbourhood.
stop, that s enough
i ve been watching this site again from work since experiencing drug induced suicide psychosis in deed. it s over now, let me just warn all about ABILIFY ARIPRIPAZOLE take it maybe if you re feeling low, anhedonic, catatonic, year after you quit, suicide story turns in quick. all effects in all users. i lasted only 2-3 weeks in my case, it can strech over 1-2 months never feel so low in hell, something hits you in the head, dopamine flux in the wrong place do it do it d o it now, quit murder then the voices, not like you hear them i just heard them think, "kill yourself", "etc etc", sorry that s just not when i feel like doing it, i d not end it that way in any case proving them right, i just want to act like death when i DON T CARE, even the pain, i m a medic, i know what it takes, pills dont work , never, in 98.2% of cases they don t, you just vomit in your lungs, whether 50 pills, 100, 200 (i ve not been further), sleeping pills, antidepressants, tranquilizersa, antipsychotics, even mixes won t do.
|30 Jan 2010||Dalyn||I'm not going to bother telling you my own story, it's not nearly finished yet, and I'd hate to not have an epilogue to offer. So, instead I offer a very real, very sad testimonial to the question at hand: There was a young boy, nine years old that I knew from school. Why a child so young would hate himself so much, or even know the connotation of the word suicide is up for debate. Regardless of what demon he was waging war with in his heart, he deemed it necessary to commit this act himself. He waited for his parents to go out, leave him with his older brother, my friend, Dale, who was only thirteen at the time. Dale asked if he would like to come to my house, ride bikes to get there. His little brother, Eli declined. He said he would rather stay and play video games. When Dale left, Eli disconnected his nintendo, wrapping the cords together to create a strong rope. At about this time, he also went into the medicine closet and digested an entire bottle of his mothers antianxiety medication. He returned to his makeshift noose, stringing it from a wooden rafter on the ceiling in the kitchen. At some point he must have worried this would still not be enough, and went to get a tie of his fathers, wrapping that around his neck along with the cords. He stepped up onto the kitchen counter, leaning forward to wrap and adjust the cords, and stepped off into the abyss. Needless to say Elias did not play a game again. Three years later, riddled with guilt, Dale became addicted to painkillers, supplied by myself, from my grandmothers stock supply. He ended his life the same day, three years later, as his brother. This is a lesson in how suicide directly affects those in your family and around you. If anyone would like to hear my personal struggle and request help, or if you would just like to talk about anything under the sun, you may contact me on AIM: MyUtterVacuity or email@example.com|
|27 Jan 2010||Courtney||Hi. I'm a 20 year old female. I stumbled across this site after searching "best way to commit suicide" on Google for about the 5th time this month.
I've been battling depression since I was in middle school. The only thing that kept me alive was anime, music, and the friends I created in my head. I went to a psychiatrist when I was about 15-16 and she diagnosed me with major depression, social anxiety, and schizophrenia. I'm sure I'm bipolar too.
I was in such a horrible shape. I was so depressed I sometimes didn't even have the strength to take showers in the morning before school and I never did my hair or looked in the mirror. I wore the same 3 outfits every day to school for every week. I cried when I woke up and I cried before bed. I had no friends, but I didn't want any. I convinced myself that humans were evil and I should avoid them at all costs.
I started cutting myself when I was 15 because I heard it helps ease the pain. I had major mood swings and I would cry because of everything.
My grandma died when I was 14-15. That killed me. Nothing is worse than hearing your own mom crying that she wants to die because her mom died. When you're young, you think grown ups are strong and can solve everything. The saddest thing is realizing that they are just human and they used to be teens once too.
The first thing the psychiatrist said after only talking to me a few minutes was "we need to get her to a hospital ASAP!" So I went to a mental hospital for a bit. I never wanted to go back when I got out. That set me straight for a little while and I was determined to become a better person.
I got my first boyfriend when I was 15. He was my first love and he was the only person I talked to. He cheated on me and told me to commit suicide. I cried for so long because of that.
I recovered after a few years and I finally got a friend when I 17 in hopes that it would make me feel better and make me forget about my ex. He was my best friend. He died shortly after in a car crash. He said that we would go to college together, but we never got the chance. I went to college without him and became depressed because of it.
I was so lonely. I slept around with a few guys in hopes of curing my loneliness, but that just made it worse. I got a bad reputation. I got picked on a lot because of it. I've been called just about every derogatory name you can think of.
The most depressing things in life are the things that happen to you because of your own damn mistakes; things that you could have controlled, but didn't due to your won recklessness.
So here I sit, at age 20, setting an appointment to see the same psychiatrist I saw when I was 15. My mom and I cried in each others arms because of it. She says that belief in God would help me, but God does not help me. Some people get comfort from Jesus, others don't. I wish I did, but I don't. I was a deeply religious 15 year old, and yet belief in God still didn't help.
The only thing that helps and is keeping me strong right now is seeing my mom cry when I cry. I know it would kill her if I died. I would never want to put that pain on her or any of my other family members. Suicide is selfish, and selfishness is the cause of all sin.
Feel free to hit me up if you ever want to talk:
|26 Jan 2010||no.||fuck i used to have friends and a girlfriend but then i got caught bythe cops wth drugs. i had been grounded for a year with no contact to my girlfriend and when i get ungrounded what do i find? my best friend with my girl friend. i just started thinking about suicide again. she was the only thing keeping me happy. i have never told anyone because its too weird. i feel if i did tell anyone they would just dismiss it or think im crazy fuck maybe i am.|
|24 Jan 2010||starfish||Jabb, you are taking a wrong approach. There's no point in waiting for someone to come and magically make your life worth living. People are just like that, they care about themselves, not giving a shit about others, especially those they don't know. Moreover, if you look too needy, you'll scare them away. It's you who has to make the change. Don't make yourself depenent on others, self sufficiency is the key. You are in college so get good at something, it's bound to attract people at a certain point, even if they just ask you to tutor them. People befriend those that are useful to them. It's kinda like barter - you give something to them and get something else in return. Regardless of what some hypocrites may tell you, nothing is free in this world. You are young and have endless possibilties spread out before you. You only need to grab one. It'll most likely require a lot of work but everything in life comes at a price. Good luck and I hope you'll be able to pull yourself out of this dark spot you're in right now.|
|23 Jan 2010||acid||I don't know it's everywhere it's all that's in my head i can't get it out it's everywhere i look i don't know how to get rid of it all it just keeps coming back and back and back and back
i can see all of you smiling and laughing and having a can of beer
no one needs me.
|14 Jan 2010||Elizabeth||my niece is 12 and its amazing seeing the change in her from happy carefree child to sullen ill tempered stranger. Its like she had a personality transplant over night! But its exactly what happened to me at the same age, and from reading all the other blogs its easy to see that if you don't fit the mold, we all feel like it at the same type of age. Its not gonna make you feel better to know your not alone, because it still doesn't solve the problems you're all facing. I tried to kill myself when i was a young teenager and i really wanted to die. But looking back i am so glad i didn't, and its not because everything in my life got better, if anything alot of things got worse. But thank God for rescuing me. God gave me peace in the midst of my pain and joy in the midst of my sorrow. My situation to an outsider was much the same. But God gave me a new heart and out of it came a new attitude, a new mindset. He made me love myself, because he loved me. He loves you too. Even if you don't believe it now or ever, he's there... always.|