They do say when you’ve finally made up your mind to really kill yourself you are finally happy and everyone thinks your depression is over but that’s the time the person just knows nothing matters anymore and nothing can chase them to the beyond so they are finally at peace. I’ve read a lot about suicide cause I always keep it as an option as I truly hate life.
My youngest brother took his own life years ago. He told no one of his plans and instead of openly "threatening" to do it, he just did it.
As I said to my mother, at least he was man enough to not take innocent lives prior to taking his own. He had been a meth head and when he threatened our mother I put him in jail and then in a hospital where he got the treatment he needed. He was clean of drugs when he died. He probably just couldn't handle reality.
And for years the rest of our family have had to deal with the reality of the loss of the youngest of our family. I have experienced some things in my life that are worse than others but I can assure you, there are almost always others that have been through more. The test is how you and your loved ones survive such a loss. It is always there with you. I have died three times now but for whatever reason I was brought back and not by the doctors as I have a standing order not to revive me. If that alone doesn't change a man and give him pause to think about his life and what he has to be grateful for I cannot at this time imagine what more would be needed.
At times I hate life too. But you and I are alike in that we go on because in spite of hating life, because we love those that are in ours. You my friend are a good man. I never lie about such things and would not say something I did not think true. Again, you are a good man.
In all ways and for always my brother, be well. You are a good man.
Oh...And for all the cucktard libs? I know what is waiting for you and again, I never lie. On my last trip to the other side I was dead for 06:39. Brain damage starts at 4:00 or so I am told. They were going to cover me and call it but since I had two previous times I died on the table, they waited. And when for whatever reason my heart started beating again, faintly at first and then I started breathing and finally I came to they told me it was scary and strange.
