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Suicide is a word that carries unbearable weight, yet it’s whispered too often in moments of despair. I’ve thought about it myself - about eating poison, or jumping off the bridge, or when I look up at the ceiling fan, those various movie idea to let everything end. But then I stopped, because I started to ask questions. Is this truly the solution? Is the pain I feel so overwhelming that I’d trade it for something far worse?
When I imagine it, I wonder: how does someone endure the pain of dying? The agony of hanging, the suffocating panic as life slips away? Or the sheer terror of jumping from a bridge, the split-second regret on the way down, knowing there’s no going back? And the poison, what about the excruciating stomach pain, the slow and brutal process that they never fail to show us in movies?
Yes, I've watched all those on screen and I've witnessed a couple real life, and I've experienced the pain of little injuries. We all think of the pain that will end it all, but how many of us are prepared to endure the pain it takes to die?
And here’s the thing, if you can bear even the thought of such agony, why not bear the pain of living? Why not endure the fight for hope? Life, as painful as it is, offers the chance for change.
Every day, every moment, is an opportunity to turn things around. The same power you think you need to end it all can be redirected toward holding on and living through another day.
Suicide is a cruel deception, one that promises an escape but delivers only more pain - pain for your family, your friends, even strangers who hear your story and wonder why. And here’s the uncomfortable truth: who said suicide even ends it all? What if it’s not the end? What if it’s the start of something darker, something unknown? No one knows what comes next, and do you really want to gamble on that? Eish! even I, I'm not sure... Maybe you're right.
But here's my catch - in life, there’s always the possibility of joy, even if it feels impossibly far away. The movies romanticize suicide sometimes, but they’re not real life. Real life is messy and painful, but it’s also full of unexpected surprises.
Let's think of Tomorrow. Tomorrow could hold the answer to your problems. Tomorrow could bring a breakthrough, a laugh, or even just a small, simple moment that makes life worth living. Wait if you die now, how will you know the headlines in the news tommorow? ot who will carry the champions league cup? Hehehe I'ma say it as a joke but it's reasonable.
The pain you feel today won’t last forever, even though it feels like it will. Pain is temporary, but the hope of life is infinite. Suicide isn’t the answer; it’s a cruel trick, a demon whispering lies. Don’t let it win. Hold on. You’re stronger than you think, and your story is far from over. Let the hope of life guide you, not the lie that death will free you.
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