I do believe life must seem so incredibly horrid before finding the urge to take the plunge of death. And I mean seem.
When I peered over the railing I couldn't help but think of the idea of suicide and found myself overwhelmed with sadness at the thought of it, whether the act is committed by someone else or yours truly.
Telephones are on the bridge for those seeking help.
I am not against suicide, but I don't encourage it. Hear me out. What I mean is I empathize with it. Things really can get that bad. The struggle within ourselves is to find a purpose or a meaning to our lives, and if you give up trying to discover it and can no longer find the will to live then by all means suffer no more. However, I believe there is always a way to find what you are searching for no matter what--you just have to stay hopeful. I used to think that it was possible for a person to really have no reason to live, but I now disagree. Varying as it can be, there is always a reason. Always.
I'm not going to lie, the thought has crossed my mind but I don't doubt this isn't the same for others. They're just thoughts, and they sometimes pass.
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