I agree survival is an instinct. I'll never forget what happened during Hurricane Katrina. I was asleep in my bed, ignoring the storm outside until I heard a tree falling in my backyard and felt the house shaking. I jumped out of the bed, bracing the wall scared as hell, wanting not to be crushed by a tree falling through the roof. Whats funny was that tree barely landed on another tree, preventing it from reaching the house. It took three months for the city to come cut it down, I had trouble sleeping at night the whole time expecting them both to fall at any moment. My family is all I have in this world, and I often think about what I would do if
their lives were in danger. If
instinct caused me to cower in fear and run away I'd never be able to forgive and live with myself, only then would suicide be a serious afterthought. The reason I made this thread is because I find myself thinking a lot about death lately. Theres this lingering feeling that its coming and I anticipate it, hoping that its for me and not a loved one. Right now if I went to the doctor and he told me I had cancer, I might go home and celebrate.
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I have a friend who lives two doors down from us and one day a buddy of his came over to his house at 1 am crying about how his wife left him and he had no purpose in life. My friend went into his house and came out loading a .36 Smith & Wesson. He put the last bullet in the chamber and offered it the guy and told him to shoot himself right there and then because he didn't want to hear it anymore.
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Interesting story.
There's nowhere I can't reach.
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