The aim of this wall is to give those who do have a reason to go on living a chance to share their reason with those who have none of their own. With your help we might be able to give suicidal people something to help them carry on. Maybe they can take your reason for living and use it as a reason to keep going themselves.
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Every day there are thousands of people all over the world who can’t think of a single good reason to go on living. Each human being is unique, one of a kind, totally irreplaceable and suicide is a dreadful waste of human potential. Help is available. The suicidal person just needs to live long enough to find it but that can be hard to do when you feel nobody cares and there is no hope.
If you are suicidal, read the wall, know it was created to give you encouragement, a bit of hope or the incentive you need to keep trying. Know that every person who added their own reason to live here was thinking of you and added it in the hope it would help you go on in the face of your despair and exhaustion.
Know that people DO care, you DO matter, you CAN be helped and call your doctor, a counsellor or your local suicide help line.
Reach out and touch someone today.
I could relate to the poster, about the only reason to live was to protect her dogs. I feel the same, yet I have a husband, 2 children who are happily married, and 3 grandchildren.
But, I am haunted by how one small mistake derailed the path of my life, and I find myself here at the end, never knowing who I was meant to be. I have never lived alone. I have never been totally responsible for myself.
On the surface, I have nothing to complain about. But, I want, with every fiber of my being to turn the clock back to June of 1969, and never date my ex-husband. I knew instinctively that he wasn't right for me, but when I tried to end it - he said that he would kill himself if I broke up with him. And, so, I felt trapped, responsible, and I stayed. I put him through dental school, shared his Navy career, had 2 beautiful children, did lots of volunteer work, yet never lived. Today, we all know, that if someone says that, get them help. In those days, you did not tell anyone. Yet, maybe if I had, my mother would have rescued me, andn my life would have taken the path it was meant to have. Anyway, today, my good reason to live is a 10 yearl old Yorkie, named Bear, who is dying of heart failure. May God bless and care for you all.