>>99473336>Yet being here, I imagine you haven't yet reached a point where you'd lie under a train for a while just to wait for it to crush you, have you?walked down the highway the wrong way for a few hours but sadly i had nobody willing to take the hit and it was just a weird psychotic break. I forget how normal folk think of suicide but when you become ingrained with the idea that you can, shall, or should die by your hand it becomes a comforting ideal on one hand and a moral command on the other. I cannot say i know exactly what lead to that poet laying upon the tracks but i know it was after years of consideration, perhaps some practice and false starts. But its less of a low point sometimes. Sometimes, its just a conclusion you arrive at.
You have correct points but its also not some sort of foreign thing inside you you have no control over. The impulses, the racing thoughts, all that insanity may flow unheeded when unearthed by god knows what, but you can still hold a hand under the faucet and reach for the valve, to extend a metaphor.
Dont pussy on me with that offense shit, i dont care, im just trying to offer insight and I recognize my experiences do not extend to every situation but... its input.
The man may have inescapable demons but they are still within some bounds and can be brought under control with combination of self-control, self-cultivation, and medication as appropriate.
The fact that hes given no real attempts to correct himself means hes given up and while understandable, isnt excusable.
