I once posted here when I was feeling down, and I was told to man up too. Things do get better, eventually. But...if it was me. Best: too much vicodin and orange juice Worst: burning
You're NOT alone and you're not the only one with this struggle. If its any solace, there's sure to be plenty company in your misery... Get up, talk a walk around the block and burn off the feeling, take some deep sleeping pills, do something to dull the impulse. And if you have any loved ones you're close to, give them a call and have someone comfort you. Its not "weak" to do that. Everyday I wake up I have emotions from a range of Louie Armstrong What A Wonderful World to Nine Inch Nails lyrics. What keeps me going is, why should OJ or Andrei Kirilenko get to live a decent life but I have to be miserable? Or you? There's just no justice in that.
bro you need to cheer up.....do sports or other worthwhile things that can get you preoccupied. have you ever imagined what will happen after you die?
I'm surprised this wasn't posted as some comic relief yet <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qyoJ_okNxZI&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qyoJ_okNxZI&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> Ed: That's no way for a man to die. Frank: No...you're right, Ed. A parachute not opening...that's a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine...having your nuts bit off by a Laplander, that's the way I wanna go. Wilma: Oh....Frank. This is terrible. Ed: Don't you worry Wilma. Your husband is going to be alright. Don't you worry about anything. Just think positive. Never let a doubt enter your mind. Frank: He's right, Wilma. But I wouldn't wait until the last minute to fill out those organ donor cards. Wilma: [crying] Ed: What I'm trying to say is that Wilma, as soon as Nordburg is better, he's welcome back at Police Squad. Frank: Unless he's a drooling vegetable. But I think that's only common sense.
In seriousness, I would recommend Frankl's Man's Search for Meaning. Frankl was a psychologist who survived the concentration camps. I'm sure you'll find something in this book that helps you through the dark times. In answer to the thread's question, three words: massive sperm loss.
If I die. I would wanna die doing something heroic or taking a bullet for a loved one, things like that. And then just slowly dying dramatically and stuff.
It's kind of sad we're all making light of this topic. What if he really is thinking about suicide and ends up killing himself? We'd all feel like jerks then.
Its been almost a month since the first post was made in this thread. I hope he didn't go through with it.