Well I am going through some tough times in my life right now and I just dont see a point in living anymore and sometimes I think it would be just so much easier if were dead. I guess I am just suicidal which is really hard to confess even though I probably dont know who ever is reading this (I hope I dont know you) well anyways I am just really depressed right now and I dont know what to do. I just got done going through another stage of cutting but I stopped that because I made a vow to some one who means alot to me and I would never break it so I cant go back to that...but mabye dieing wouldnt be that bad....
I hope I'm not infringing upon any rules by posting in the Teens Forum. I just wanted to offer my particular perspective on life I've gained through past experience. Right off, I don't want to say I know where you're coming from, Churchgirl. Everyone leads a different life. But I can tell you, little sister, that I can relate. Around the years 14-17 your body goes through a lot of changes. You've heard it all before I'm sure. But I would like to elucidate.
I was pretty suicidal around 16. I cut my arm up with a knife once when I was alone. I stabbed myself multiple times with pencils before (I still have the graphite marks 7 years later). Still have scars on my arm from my own fingernails. Dehydrated myself to the point that raw toothpaste quenched my thirst. Gave myself a black eye once. I put my dad's gun to my head once and pulled the trigger but it wasn't loaded. Downed random pills another time. One morning I woke up with massive cramps in my legs and started vomiting profusely. I was diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes then. If I hadn't been taken into a hospital that day I would've died. At this point in time I had no friends. I was pretty messed up in the head and antisocial. But getting my blood glucose level under control saved my life, took care of my depression and eventually my antisocial behavior. This is not to say that I didn't have hard times later in life. I was still suicidal, though I am no longer.
My lowest point was when I just plain gave up on life. I wasn't even sad. I was just determined not to live any more. I injected myself with enough insulin to kill a man 14-35 times over. Then I jogged to make it work more effectively. I was defying life. But you know what? It didn't work. Obviously...
I blame that one on God.
Honestly, I just got to the point that my self-destructive nature reared its head out of spontaneity rather than sadness. It almost became a habit. I'd be doing something and then all of a sudden decide to stab myself. It didn't appear that anyone really gave a flip about me so I figured why should I? I can't say for sure whether your parents or friends care about you. If they have shown you kindness then I'm sure they do. And I hope you realize how much it would break them for them to bury their little daughter or sister or friend. Life can be so troubling sometimes that you stop caring about your family and become selfish and try to die. I admit it takes strength to die sometimes, but in the hardest of circumstances it takes strength just to pick yourself up off the floor when your knees are weak from horror.
You will always have problems in life. Some may be very grave. But the age you're coming into right now will probably prove to be the most problematic. Please don't hurt yourself or beat yourself up over 4-5 years when you'll have 60-70 more years to live in which life will be so much better. If you can't find a reason to live you're probably a very analytical person like myself. But I can give you a few right now: 1. God's kingdom, 2. your family, 3. your friends. Do not harm the temple of God. And in spite of what it may seem like sometimes, God still loves you. I believe he spared me. And if it were not for his love then why would be a complete mystery still to this day.
Paradise may seem great, but we have work to do, little sister. Let's be strong. Let's be mature. And let's consider the impact of our actions. I feel for you and I hope you can pull through the boring, depressing, pointless, self-deprecating and humiliating moments in life. They come and they go. We should remember, though, that we live this life for a reason.
In the ancient Jewish marriage ceremony a man would give a cup of wine to a woman he wanted to marry. If she drank from it then the man and woman were married. The man would pay a bridal price not to buy the woman but to show how much he valued her. Then he would leave her to build a house for her and make a livelihood to support her. In the mean time she would forsake her former life and work diligently, learning how to be a worthy bride. No one knew when the man would return to take his bride except his father who was overseeing his work. When his father approved of his work then the man would return with the sounding of trumpets in the night and would take his bride from her home.
Jesus has already given us that cup of wine which symbolized his blood and the marriage covenant. His blood was the ultimate bridal price. Now our husband is away, working hard to prepare a place for us. So let us be strong and mature Christians, working and diligently persevering in this life to be a bride he can be proud of.
One last bit... You will succeed and you will fail. But don't ever let Satan tell you you're too filthy to go to God. Run to God, dear sister. At all times. He longs to gather us all under his wing as little chicks.