Yeah don't drink draino. If you feel depressed and want everything to end, try something new: small crimes (eg graffiti), starting a union, volunteer work for food bank, election volunteer, etc
I know this is just a joke, but seriously don't kill yourself by drinking lye/drain cleaner. It a horrible death, basically slowly charing your esophagus and stomach until you die.
I might not be remembering it totally accurately but my school back in the day had some dude who attempted this come and talk to us about something, can’t remember exactly. Anyway, in order to save his life, doctors had to take his intestines and attach to his throat…OVER the rib cage. I’m pretty sure in order to eat he had to push the food down that over-the-rib intestine like trying to get the last of the toothpaste out of the tube.
I remember seeing this on TV - I believe it was grill cleaner? It's been quite some years... But I remember him showing how he had to manually push food down the front of his sternum... Creepy
I saw this on TV and it lives rent-free in my head, forever. Guy indeed has to manually assist chewed food on its way down. I don't recall if he's on a special diet, has to chew the hell out of his food for lack of a stomach, or anything else like that. What was clear is that how he got there, and the way life is now, is very unpleasant.
My mom has peristalsis. That means her esophagus muscles no longer work, and so she has to have soft foods that go down really easily and has to either sit up really straight or stand up while she eats.
It can be. Struggling is part of life, meaning makes struggle worth it. Meaning can change ones outlook from it never ends to I can move the needle, even just a little.
Nearly every day at work or in school, or within my friend group, someone tells me I'm valued and make the world a better place. I am doing research on something important to me, getting a degree in environmental science, just did a production as stage manager and got to sew costumes to make my trans friends feel amazing on stage, and I still get home and think about blowing my brains out most days. Last winter I hospitalized myself again hoping to break the cycle of misery, and that didn't work. I'm one of the lucky suicidal people who can leave the house and interact with other humans (some of those love me, and I love back), but even that isn't a cure. Nothing has made life worth living, and after all these years I still don't know what would.
Take the most debilitating pain you’ve ever endured in your life, amp it up to “11”, and then live with it every single day from here until you die. 24/7.
Then when you think you might have a handle on managing it, have people like yourself make such dismissive comments on how you should dedicate your life to some “random cause” instead.
Many depressed/suicidal folks often do give themselves to a cause or calling. Depression isn't just the episodic spiral you see portrayed as depression, it's also the hard fought days where only you can see your struggle. Along with therapy, exercise, and medication, "faking it til you make it" is the treatment plan, allowing yourself the freedom to try to function and feel better. And from experience, living for others is one of the easiest ways to push yourself to make an effort.
Unless you mean "dedicate their life to a random cause" as in "at least take someone awful with you". That's generally frowned upon advice, but I definitely understand the sentiment more than I wish.