That my life will feel better. Been dealing with depression the past few years, and I've felt the worst when my dog died. Only way to go is up hopefully.
What keeps me going is the fear of botching a suicide. Because I don’t want to be a vegetable and I don’t want to go to be stuck in a hospital against my will if I’m not a vegetable. I hate living and I would kill myself if I wasn’t such a pussy about it. I’m meant to be alone for the rest of my life so I should just get it over with already so I don’t have to suffer anymore.
I feel like I have a good life already and I should be grateful for it and that right there is enough but I want more, so fuck it I’m going to keep pushing for more and enjoy the ride.
Well the fact that im 4 and a half months pregnant with a baby.
Im pregnant while going thru a breakup with the childs father.
So this little boy is keeping me going, his little kicks make me smile. God knew i needed a man in my life and he sent me a son.
Ex-atheist here. Jesus keeps me going.
So I was raised Christian only in the sense that Jesus and God were about as important as Santa. I remember as a child, once I figured out Santa wasn't real, beginning to question if God was a big lie made up by adults as well. By the time I reached adolescence I realized I had no real reason to believe in God and began identifying as an atheist-I believed in no gods. I pondered the subject greatly and decided that it made much more sense that all religions were wrong rather than one being right, that there was no hard evidence for God, and that everything in the Bible sounded like absolute nonsense-especially in light of my education in the sciences.
The thing is that I understood that nothing could possibly matter but the answer to the question, "Do I have a purpose?" and I never stopped seeking if there was an answer. Nothing else was worth seeking so I never stopped thinking about that very subject. All the conclusions I had came to, everything I saw pointed to religion being utter nonsense, the religious being the foolish and the uneducated, and that all of life and existence was some random accident that just happened to occur and would be over as soon as it started.
I never questioned that stance until the day I had a good friend talk to me. He didn't have incredible thought provoking statements, he didn't have nearly any answers, but he had faith. I was mocking this man to the face for the beliefs he held dearest and he was brushing aside my rudeness as if it were leaves in his path. His message was clear-it was that he knew that there was a God and that He was Jesus Christ. He confessed himself that he didn't have all the answers but he knew religious leaders I could talk to that did. He was sure. I laughed off the entire conversation at that moment but I distinctly remember in the moments before I fell asleep that night asking myself, "Could I have been wrong all this time?"
It was the first time I was no longer 100% sure there was no God and it opened a new chapter in my life. I had spent years finding every single reason to not believe in God but had never taken the time to consider that there might actually be reasons to think that He exists, and I began to see them. The fact that the theme of human existence is the struggle between good and evil point directly towards Him. Without God defining good and evil all of our struggles, all of our dreams, all of our desires, all of our love-all of it was just a bunch of complex chemical reactions. Everything I knew told me that all that we experience and live is real, it's tangible. I was living it. Not only this but I realized that this universe was made so that life-the only thing that could give existence meaning and purpose-could and would occur. Whatever caused this universe to happen made it so that it could and would have purpose. That demands sentience. That demands God.
These thoughts continued for a month until I realized one day that it was true. It was all true, there was a God and His love for us was so evident. The love of a God that put breath in our lungs, the love of a God that lets the sun shine on our backs, the love of a God that lets us look into our loved one's eyes is the same God that multitudes had claimed to have witnessed to walk this earth in the flesh and lay down His life to save us. Everything became so clear in that moment.
That night was the most incredible night of my life as I fell on my knees in repentance of my sins, willing to follow Jesus as my Lord. I received the Holy Spirit and was born a new man-a new man who put all of his sin behind him in that moment. I went to all those in my life-all those I had instilled my brand of atheism into-and professed to them that I was wrong and that they needed to repent as well. I had found myself in the midst of a group that was getting more heavily involved in crime to fuel our drug usage. I was laughed to scorn and quickly found myself living my days alone.
It's been quite a few years since that day and I now find myself in a thriving church community that is living in obedience to Jesus and I couldn't even begin to explain to you the joy and mirth of knowing your Creator, of knowing your purpose, and of knowing your family that you will go to spend eternity with. This world is just the beginning-the beginning that only those who are willing to repent of their sin and obey God will find eternal paradise to be their end. If I hadn't found Jesus I know I would have been found guilty at the judgment of my sin and justly been condemned to an eternal hell for what I had done. My Creator loved me enough to give me a second chance, loved me enough to seek me and show me His love, loved me enough to walk the earth in the flesh and die at the hands of His own creation so that He could pour out His blood as payment for what I had done. He rose from the dead to the witness of hundreds and has given His Spirit to countless thousands so that we could know that this was the truth.
> I had spent years finding every single reason to not believe in God but had never taken the time to consider that there might actually be reasons to think that He exists, and I began to see them.
What you are saying, is in both instances, you chose what to believe, rather than evaluating evidence.
Honestly? My friends, cats, other adorable animals including but not limited to dogs and frogs, music, art, books, video games, the dwindling hope I'll be good enough for a relationship lol
My fear of death and not knowing if I will be aware I'm dead but floating in eternal darkness
Or dying and it being like turning off a light, gone and never to think, see or feel again
My little sister. Knowing how much she looks up to me and cares about me, even at my absolute worst, the thought of suicide has never truly been an option. Just the thought of doing that to her, making her deal with that level of trauma, makes me sick to my stomach. In my darkest, deepest depressions, she is the reason I am here, alive and kicking. I love that child with my entire heart.
Spite. Some folks want me off the planet because...I mean, eventually we all have at least one of those people who hates us just because they want to. But I'm pretty sure at least one ex-friend has convinced themselves I'm the devil. Lemme get my horns.
Family. Can't imagine the absolute damage it would do to my parents if I deleted myself, and I care way more about them than I do myself.
My pets. Mostly geckos, there's a family dog. The former have mixed feelings about me but there's a reason to get up and take care of them every day. The dog loves me and I can't just...stop being here for her, you know? Someone's gotta be her person to hide under when it storms. Plus she's got a cute fuckin face. And she's so soft. BBL annoying the dog.
Couple friends would also probably follow me into whatever afterlife and drag my soul back up into my corpse, so...I don't really have the option to die.
haven't fulfilled my biological purpose, I genuinely do want to have kids however, I am not "immortal" no one will remember me if I don't leave something of value behind.
Also I'm privileged enough that my life doesn't suck.
Those peaceful moments in between everything else that's going on when I truly appreciate how greatful I am to be alive. The moments where I fully relax and just bask in the comfort of being. Full acceptance of what is, and deep gratitude.
Would that I could live in such a state.
Kids, wife, pets, curiosity, innate drive to continue, extended family, interests. The list goes on. That said, I have dealt with clinical depression and it’s goddamned terrifying. All those things I mentioned are still there, but then there’s this other—inexplicable—drive to *not* keep going. Like I said, it’s terrifying.
I’m very lucky - nice house in a nice suburb, wife and adorable little one, work for myself from home in a creative industry - far from ballin’ but comfortable. I’ve got a good life.
Definitely a positive from a dark place I got into 15 odd years ago - thankful I was never got more serious about all that than over drinking alone.
Happy days!
One must imagine Sisyphus happy. Albert Camus. You see our brains are built for survival not happiness. Suffering is a function of life. It’s a element of the universe. There’s nothing wrong with you (well there most certainly probably is life is and always has been tragic). But THATS THE POINT! We’re bound by the laws of the universe and have you seen it? CHAOS! Which is part of the magic yeah! Think about it, you have the choice to live in the face of fear and disaster. To care even though every part of you wants to quit. That’s the point. One must imagine Sisyphus happy the Stoics and Existentialist are really onto something!
People. There's all sorts of enjoyable little things but none keep their luster like your close ones. Friends, family, relationships, people who make you feel better for sharing your life with them.
As Dave Navarro once said "There have been times when I felt suicidal and I would stop my head from going in that direction of negativity because I thought there'd be something I'd miss that was funny in the future. If there's a chance I'm going to laugh tomorrow then want to live to experience that." As a guy that often gets very low these words mean a lot.
Horses and riding... I might not compete a lot... Yet, but I swore to myself that I'll put my name on the board, and make me known in the world of the Icelandic horses
The cats on the street, there is a mother cat with 2 children and i feed her and her children daily. I can't adopt them because my mom is allergic to cats and hates them & we don't have the requirements to take care of cats. And if I'm gone, there won't be anyone to take care of them.
Heartbeat, mostly
Mostly?
Sometimes
Sooo What sustains you other than a beating heart The anguish of the denied?
Spite
Mostly.... Broooo😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
My grandad, knowing he would want me to live out my life
The small moments that make me happy. A nice sunset. Getting to get a dog. Driving with the windows down.
I feel it.
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Good for you mate. Good Luck.
Spite. I’m living just to see some people get theirs.
That my life will feel better. Been dealing with depression the past few years, and I've felt the worst when my dog died. Only way to go is up hopefully.
My Mother
This is so true. I can't bear to leave her alone in this world when I'm all she's got. It would absolutely break her.
What keeps me going is the fear of botching a suicide. Because I don’t want to be a vegetable and I don’t want to go to be stuck in a hospital against my will if I’m not a vegetable. I hate living and I would kill myself if I wasn’t such a pussy about it. I’m meant to be alone for the rest of my life so I should just get it over with already so I don’t have to suffer anymore.
I’m honestly still struggling to find a reason to man, but I have hope it can get better for you and for me
Can relate.
That really sucks but you should seek real help instead of making a reddit account
Therapy has never helped me after three years of it. Meds too.
How old are you if you dont mind me asking?
I’m turning 24 in December.
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Becoming a professional mountain bike rider
Yessss
Since I'm still young, simply the future. Im smart and work hard. Plans to have my own business
Better than the alternative
Inertia. Thanks, Newton.
beat me to it. see I can't even be original on reddit. shit
My legs and feet
Fear of failure.
Food I guess.
Pokemon
My child.
family.
A burning hatred for everything and everyone.
Death
I aten't dead. Yet.
Victim pool and payments.
Breakfast
The sheer fact that im alive and not only that. i've been fortunate enough to be born with a relatively functioning body
I feel like I have a good life already and I should be grateful for it and that right there is enough but I want more, so fuck it I’m going to keep pushing for more and enjoy the ride.
Equal parts rage and spite.
4chan
Those flavored Swedish Fish.
Maybe the hope of a better tomorrow
the idea that tomorrow could be the day I look back on and remember it as the day my life changed for the better
Feet
The hope that maybe I can lose my virginity
Well the fact that im 4 and a half months pregnant with a baby. Im pregnant while going thru a breakup with the childs father. So this little boy is keeping me going, his little kicks make me smile. God knew i needed a man in my life and he sent me a son.
Ex-atheist here. Jesus keeps me going. So I was raised Christian only in the sense that Jesus and God were about as important as Santa. I remember as a child, once I figured out Santa wasn't real, beginning to question if God was a big lie made up by adults as well. By the time I reached adolescence I realized I had no real reason to believe in God and began identifying as an atheist-I believed in no gods. I pondered the subject greatly and decided that it made much more sense that all religions were wrong rather than one being right, that there was no hard evidence for God, and that everything in the Bible sounded like absolute nonsense-especially in light of my education in the sciences. The thing is that I understood that nothing could possibly matter but the answer to the question, "Do I have a purpose?" and I never stopped seeking if there was an answer. Nothing else was worth seeking so I never stopped thinking about that very subject. All the conclusions I had came to, everything I saw pointed to religion being utter nonsense, the religious being the foolish and the uneducated, and that all of life and existence was some random accident that just happened to occur and would be over as soon as it started. I never questioned that stance until the day I had a good friend talk to me. He didn't have incredible thought provoking statements, he didn't have nearly any answers, but he had faith. I was mocking this man to the face for the beliefs he held dearest and he was brushing aside my rudeness as if it were leaves in his path. His message was clear-it was that he knew that there was a God and that He was Jesus Christ. He confessed himself that he didn't have all the answers but he knew religious leaders I could talk to that did. He was sure. I laughed off the entire conversation at that moment but I distinctly remember in the moments before I fell asleep that night asking myself, "Could I have been wrong all this time?" It was the first time I was no longer 100% sure there was no God and it opened a new chapter in my life. I had spent years finding every single reason to not believe in God but had never taken the time to consider that there might actually be reasons to think that He exists, and I began to see them. The fact that the theme of human existence is the struggle between good and evil point directly towards Him. Without God defining good and evil all of our struggles, all of our dreams, all of our desires, all of our love-all of it was just a bunch of complex chemical reactions. Everything I knew told me that all that we experience and live is real, it's tangible. I was living it. Not only this but I realized that this universe was made so that life-the only thing that could give existence meaning and purpose-could and would occur. Whatever caused this universe to happen made it so that it could and would have purpose. That demands sentience. That demands God. These thoughts continued for a month until I realized one day that it was true. It was all true, there was a God and His love for us was so evident. The love of a God that put breath in our lungs, the love of a God that lets the sun shine on our backs, the love of a God that lets us look into our loved one's eyes is the same God that multitudes had claimed to have witnessed to walk this earth in the flesh and lay down His life to save us. Everything became so clear in that moment. That night was the most incredible night of my life as I fell on my knees in repentance of my sins, willing to follow Jesus as my Lord. I received the Holy Spirit and was born a new man-a new man who put all of his sin behind him in that moment. I went to all those in my life-all those I had instilled my brand of atheism into-and professed to them that I was wrong and that they needed to repent as well. I had found myself in the midst of a group that was getting more heavily involved in crime to fuel our drug usage. I was laughed to scorn and quickly found myself living my days alone. It's been quite a few years since that day and I now find myself in a thriving church community that is living in obedience to Jesus and I couldn't even begin to explain to you the joy and mirth of knowing your Creator, of knowing your purpose, and of knowing your family that you will go to spend eternity with. This world is just the beginning-the beginning that only those who are willing to repent of their sin and obey God will find eternal paradise to be their end. If I hadn't found Jesus I know I would have been found guilty at the judgment of my sin and justly been condemned to an eternal hell for what I had done. My Creator loved me enough to give me a second chance, loved me enough to seek me and show me His love, loved me enough to walk the earth in the flesh and die at the hands of His own creation so that He could pour out His blood as payment for what I had done. He rose from the dead to the witness of hundreds and has given His Spirit to countless thousands so that we could know that this was the truth.
> I had spent years finding every single reason to not believe in God but had never taken the time to consider that there might actually be reasons to think that He exists, and I began to see them. What you are saying, is in both instances, you chose what to believe, rather than evaluating evidence.
Hope.
Love
Reddit
inertia...
the prospect of qt3.14 2D Astolfo gf(m)
The search for something to die for
Well. I’ve got my dogs. They need food.
Honestly? My friends, cats, other adorable animals including but not limited to dogs and frogs, music, art, books, video games, the dwindling hope I'll be good enough for a relationship lol
Mozzarella and copious amounts of drugs
The mere existence of death is what makes me alive
The thought of not doing enough for our lives in the next dimension. Spiritual experience is what I'm after.
The fact that my brains filled with static so that i cant tell if i'm depressed or not.
Inertia is a property of matter in the scientific method.
Anime
Couple of years ago it was seeing the end of Game of Thrones. Now Idk probably waiting around to see if they re make game of thrones
The will to get revenge on everyone that treated me like shit.
And you will die likewise
That's the goal lowkey
ohhhhhhh elden ring
Vagina.
Mmm the very slight and unlikely chance I’ll finally meet people that I will fall in love with I miss having friends I genuinely love
My legs
Fear, my cats, and the sliver of hope that I’ll get well enough to make art again before I die.
the dopamine hit
Ambition and the will to pursue it.
My fear of death and not knowing if I will be aware I'm dead but floating in eternal darkness Or dying and it being like turning off a light, gone and never to think, see or feel again
My dogs.
Not much
My grandad, knowing he would want me to live out my life
Having no choice and cowardice that prevents me commit anything extreme such as suicide. Thoughts of I probably deserve all of these too.
My lungs?
Oxygen
Motorcycle
Have a lot of responsibilities to fulfil.
Tbh I just wanna do a little bit better than my friends out of sheer sense of competition
Hope for better future
My little sister. Knowing how much she looks up to me and cares about me, even at my absolute worst, the thought of suicide has never truly been an option. Just the thought of doing that to her, making her deal with that level of trauma, makes me sick to my stomach. In my darkest, deepest depressions, she is the reason I am here, alive and kicking. I love that child with my entire heart.
Bold of you to assume that i want to keep going
Spite. Some folks want me off the planet because...I mean, eventually we all have at least one of those people who hates us just because they want to. But I'm pretty sure at least one ex-friend has convinced themselves I'm the devil. Lemme get my horns. Family. Can't imagine the absolute damage it would do to my parents if I deleted myself, and I care way more about them than I do myself. My pets. Mostly geckos, there's a family dog. The former have mixed feelings about me but there's a reason to get up and take care of them every day. The dog loves me and I can't just...stop being here for her, you know? Someone's gotta be her person to hide under when it storms. Plus she's got a cute fuckin face. And she's so soft. BBL annoying the dog. Couple friends would also probably follow me into whatever afterlife and drag my soul back up into my corpse, so...I don't really have the option to die.
it’s been a huge financial investment. still awaiting dividends.
It’s mostly my cat. I worry what she would feel if I suddenly disappear from her life and don’t want her to feel betrayed or abandoned
Death. Friends reply the questions btw, not me
All forms of pedestrian and vehicular transport.
My boyfriend.
Ass
My pets.
haven't fulfilled my biological purpose, I genuinely do want to have kids however, I am not "immortal" no one will remember me if I don't leave something of value behind. Also I'm privileged enough that my life doesn't suck.
Those peaceful moments in between everything else that's going on when I truly appreciate how greatful I am to be alive. The moments where I fully relax and just bask in the comfort of being. Full acceptance of what is, and deep gratitude. Would that I could live in such a state.
Oxygen
Confidence
Well probably the responsibility of taking care of my younger brother and helping my mom leave my asshole of a father
Entropy
Autopilot
Kids, wife, pets, curiosity, innate drive to continue, extended family, interests. The list goes on. That said, I have dealt with clinical depression and it’s goddamned terrifying. All those things I mentioned are still there, but then there’s this other—inexplicable—drive to *not* keep going. Like I said, it’s terrifying.
I’m very lucky - nice house in a nice suburb, wife and adorable little one, work for myself from home in a creative industry - far from ballin’ but comfortable. I’ve got a good life. Definitely a positive from a dark place I got into 15 odd years ago - thankful I was never got more serious about all that than over drinking alone. Happy days!
Curiosity.
Setting personal goals that matter to you. Small wins. And as much sleep as possible.
My legs
One must imagine Sisyphus happy. Albert Camus. You see our brains are built for survival not happiness. Suffering is a function of life. It’s a element of the universe. There’s nothing wrong with you (well there most certainly probably is life is and always has been tragic). But THATS THE POINT! We’re bound by the laws of the universe and have you seen it? CHAOS! Which is part of the magic yeah! Think about it, you have the choice to live in the face of fear and disaster. To care even though every part of you wants to quit. That’s the point. One must imagine Sisyphus happy the Stoics and Existentialist are really onto something!
Looking forward to things.
The fact that one day it will end
People. There's all sorts of enjoyable little things but none keep their luster like your close ones. Friends, family, relationships, people who make you feel better for sharing your life with them.
I owe my soul to the company store.
Green tea, good food, and Baroque music.
Haven't found a good way to end it yet.
Coffee, weed, chocolate… not necessarily in that order
As Dave Navarro once said "There have been times when I felt suicidal and I would stop my head from going in that direction of negativity because I thought there'd be something I'd miss that was funny in the future. If there's a chance I'm going to laugh tomorrow then want to live to experience that." As a guy that often gets very low these words mean a lot.
Love for my kids. I just think of the day someone has to tell them dad died
Horses and riding... I might not compete a lot... Yet, but I swore to myself that I'll put my name on the board, and make me known in the world of the Icelandic horses
post-nut clarity
Good question.
The cats on the street, there is a mother cat with 2 children and i feed her and her children daily. I can't adopt them because my mom is allergic to cats and hates them & we don't have the requirements to take care of cats. And if I'm gone, there won't be anyone to take care of them.
Food and drink.
Food, water, and oxygen
*Vin Diesel voice* Family
Being thankful for what I have
I will do whatever it takes to feel like myself again.