posted on Jan, 10 2012 @ 03:52 PM
Hmmm... this is an interesting thread, although I'm not sure how to begin to reply.
I think all I can do is document my own experiences with suicide and death.
When I was 16, I tried to kill myself. Although I don't remember much of it. Apparently I was so physically ill at the time that my mind just stopped
functioning normally. I started getting sick when I was about 13... so after three years of throwing up daily, passing out at least weekly, and tons
of incompetent doctors not being able to tell me what was wrong, I finally gave up on all of it. Although most of the memories I have of my attempt is
from a third person point of view. I ended up taking a lot of aspirin and then slicing open my wrists (even typing it out makes me shiver now, I'm
actually scared of razors now because of my experience).
Anyway, I ended up bleeding for over 20 hours and when I was finally hospitalized I got over 57 stitches. I ended up in 3 different psychiatric
hospitals and it wasn't until the third hospital when they finally figured out what was physically wrong with me. Apparently I had two very common
and simple things that went unchecked for so long they almost killed me: GERD and anemia. Because I have piercings and am naturally thin, my previous
doctors never tested me for anything... they just assumed I was some anorexic angsty preteen. Anyway, the GERD prevented me from eating normally (or
keeping anything down) for years, which led to the anemia. My blood iron level at the time, was 3 (it should be over 50). So yeah, my physical
ailments caused me to go completely insane and eventually led to my suicide attempt.
But that's just the facts, let's get to the conclusions. After my mind and body started to repair itself, I started to hate the fact that I tried to
end everything. In my mind, suicide is the worst thing a person can do. I'm a believer in God, so I also believe that God gave us our lives. In a
sense, my life was a gift, and by trying to end it, I was throwing that gift back into the face of God. After all, it wasn't my life to get
rid of. I believe that even now, and it's been almost 7 years since my failed attempt. Even as I type this out, I feel guilty for the attempt. I feel
like a selfishly ignorant person for even thinking that I had the right to end my own life. And all I can hope is that God forgives me for my
shortsightedness.
I believe that I survived for a reason. I wasn't much of a believer in God or an afterlife before the incident. I remember lying in my bed,
bleeding out, and not caring whether or not I was going to wake up (and when I say "wake up" I include waking up in some kind of afterlife. At the
time I didn't care if it turned out that death was just nothingness.) And I think that's what caused my obsession with theology, death, and the
afterlife. If I had died that night, so many accomplishments wouldn't have happened, so many people wouldn't have been met, and so many good times
wouldn't have been had.
Interestingly enough, I ended up studying death in college. I have a B.A. in philosophy and Catholic theology - I chose those specific topics
specifically because they offered the most information about death and the potentiality of an afterlife. Right now I'm dealing with the whole grad
school application process. I want to get my M.A. in theological studies and eventually teach in Catholic schools or work in a hospice.
It was my suicide attempt which led me on this path. Failing to end my life and realizing what a horrible decision it was in the first place (when my
physical illness finally left and the cloudiness in my mind dissipated) inspired me to learn more about the things in life that we can't possibly
know. (Hah, I know it sounds silly - "learning about things we can't possibly know".)
Although I wish that I had never tried to end my life, my existence changed for the better after-the-fact. My advice to you is to continue to learn.
Unlike me, it seems you're interested in educating yourself on the afterlife before you consider any kind of attempt (whereas I didn't
educate myself on death until after I almost experienced it). That shows me that you are concerned about where you're going to go. If death was the
only thing you wanted, 1. you wouldn't have posted your thoughts on an open forum, because other people's opinions shouldn't matter, and 2. you
wouldn't care about where your soul ended up (if it even ended up anywhere).
So I recommend that you remember that. If anything, it's a good sign. Instead of putting your energy towards contemplating your own death - put your
energy towards enlightening your mind. Killing oneself (or even trying) never does any good. At least, in my experience it doesn't.
Regardless, I hope you find the answers you're looking for, without hurting yourself in the process.