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I'm the last person who people would ever think would look for something sexual on craigslist but i recently answered an add and I'm not sure why i did. should i do it? i don't know why I'm being so strange

Personally? I wouldn't. Craigslist is know for being strange and not hosting the best kind of people. Lying and pretending is always easy on the internet, especially on a sight like that, that's full of creeps and weirdos.

If you feel compelled to, I'd do everything possible to make sure they are who they say they are before you meet them in person. Even if they're in the clear, ehhh.

I wouldn't but the decision is up to you. You never know what can happen on craigslist.

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How can I painlessly commit sucide? I do not want my wife or son to find me so I will most likely kill myself in a public restroom.

There is no way. Every way will bring you pain of some kind.
That moment of pain with a gun. Neck snapping with a noose. Feeling the life fading out of you with pills--it's all the same. Suicide is not the answer, and either way it happens, your wife and son will find out, and if you do it publicly, the poor woman will have you identify your body.

Please, don't do it. If not for yourself, then for your son. All I want in life is to be a mother--think of him. Growing up without a father? Wondering why you did? Thinking it was his fault somehow, feeling guilty? What if all that leads him to do the same thing? As someone who's thought of it themself, I always find a reason for living. Mine is my boyfriend and the life I want with him, and the children I hope to have with him.
All exactly what you have. Why throw it away? Why put your family and possibly strangers through that eternal grief? It isn't worth it.

Please think of your wife and son. He needs you. If anything, live for him. There is never an excuse for taking one's life.

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f/17

My freshman year, my best friend attempted suicide. At the time, my friends and I had just begun getting used to his empty, yet nonetheless terrifying threat. However, one night he and I got into a heated argument and he told me to watch and regret not ever being with him and hung up. Later that morning, I woke up to learn he'd overdosed on tylenol and was in the hospital.

The events that followed that consisted of our entire friend group being torn apart and my boyfriend leaving me, because he claimed I made all the lives around me miserable and that the suicide attempt was evident of the misery i cause. He didn't mean it, just like my best friend didn't mean it the night he blamed me, but it still hurt.

Three years later, and that boy who held me responsible for his mental instability continues to message me, trying to rekindle our friendship every six to eight months or so, and it always ends up in a horrible falling through.

Tonight, I ended contact with him, once again, and I can't help but feel so completely overwhelmed and angry with myself. He tells me he knows me and knows that I love him. But him knowing that only means he knows that when he hurts me, I'll always forgive him. There's something disconcerting and disgusting feeling about that. When I fight with him, like tonight, I get so frustrated, I feel like crying. I throw things and want to scream. I get so mad at myself for so many reasons, I'm not sure where to start. I'll go into the shower and cry for hours, the entire time, wishing I could cut. I picture large gashes in my thighs and on my arms and cry even harder, begging that i could get some release. But then I realize that that would only cause harm to the people around me, because it would make my pain visible and make me no better than him. So then I feel sick to my stomach, because I don't know how else to feel and puke. Over and over and over again, until my throat burns, my body trembles, my eyes water, and my stomach lining begins to bleed. The blood is when I generally figure I should stop and I always end up just going back to my dorm room and go to sleep.

Everything lately make me want to do things to myself, and I don't quite know what to do. I haven't hurt myself yet, but sometimes I feel as though that's the only way for me to ever finally find release and obtain some sense of resolve or peace. I want to punish myself for being the way i am. I feel like I deserve it.

The thing is, I know I shouldn't feel this way. But I do. And, I don't particularly know what to do about it. I'm not suicidal, but a lot of times, specifically when I'm frustrated and hurt, I feel like hurting myself. I feel like breaking things. Sometimes, i ram myself against furniture, although most of the time I scream (into a pillow) and bawl for hours at a time over things I'm not even sure what of. I just know I feel as though there's something disgusting inside of me, a feeling of utter discontentment, of contempt, and of overwhelming disappointment. And, I just don't know what to do.

Please help.

Hi, honey. I'm your age, so I know how you feel on all this.

As someone who has succumb to the urges of hurting themselves, let me start off by saying do NOT dabble with that. It's an addicting way of relief and can be very dangerous. The scars I have will never fade and are present for all the world to see. My family, friends and boyfriend beg me to stop. It's scary to know at any moment you could end your life without meaning to.
I was also recently put in a "mental health hospital" for cutting and suicide and was so terrified and scared to be there that I had to beg to be let out the next day. All of this because I gave in.

Don't do it. It may be hard, trust me, but try to think about something else. Find another way to let all those built up feelings out. I've yet to find a way to yet. The thoughts are nagging and loud, I know. Make yourself busy any way you can, even if you don't feel you have the energy to do anything at all. If you're moving and keeping your mind off whatever shit is plaguing you, then the darkness will fade away. Every time I feel I've failed or hurt someone I love, especially my boyfriend, I turn to that and hate myself even more after. It helps in a way, I suppose, but what comes after isn't worth the gash.

If that doesn't work, talk to someone seriously about getting therapy. Since taking it myself, after every session...I someone feel better, y'know? Just saying it and getting it out to someone so it isn't alone inside me anymore. You may need to try that! If they can think of ways to help, they may request you to be admitted--inpatient or outpatient wise--or give you medication. Either way, there is ALWAYS help for anyone. You're not alone and you're too strong to let this shit take you.

Hope I help in someway

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