Aside from the horrible impact it has on friends and family (including the risk of it becoming contagious - http://www.npr.org/sections/goatsandsoda/2016/04/21/47484792... ), many people who attempt suicide and fail later decide that they are glad that they didn't go through with it.

I wish society had the balls to tell the depressed they're obligated to stay here and run out the clock, but beyond that we don't really care how miserable they are. That we'll talk about talking about depression, but not actually talk about depression [0]. That's what a shrink is for, go get one so we don't have to deal with you being mopey (I guess it'll be positive for you, too).

[0] http://hotelconcierge.tumblr.com/post/116790700524/we-need-t...

Sure life is still pointless and kind of meaningless, but I'm having a lot more fun than I would have if I was dead. Unexistence, while easier, doesn't sound nearly as fun.

And besides, how will I ever achieve all those hopes and dreams I had as a 12 year old if I'm dead? I won't. But the longer I stay alive, the more likely it is. "Survive until tomorrow" is, in a sense, the only thing that matters. Or at least the thing that comes the closest to mattering.

We do not actually know that Unexistence would be easier, nor whether or not it would be fun.

I don't intend any disrespect at all. I have attempted suicide and spent plenty of time suicidal. So this is a conclusion I drew in earnestness.

We have no means that I know of to investigate what comes after death, whether or not something survives the physical body, etc. Many people believe in religion and an afterlife or in reincarnation. Others believe nothing survives after the body dies. But, scientifically speaking, we do not actually know.

I am glad you are no longer suicidal.

Peace.

So I figure, why risk it? It could be better, it could be worse, it could be nothing. I have no evidence either way so there's nothing to base the experiment on. And I know that eventually I will find out no matter what I do.

So there really isn't anything to gain from suicide, imho. Better to stay alive as long as possible and do shit om this side.

I also came to this conclusion after much thought.

Things are also somewhat more interesting since if I'm anxious about something, I remember that hey, I am dead, whether its 50 years from now or tomorrow (I think Bushido had something similar?).

Nothing really matters so stop worrying and try to enjoy the grind...

Of course, this is subjective, and vulnerable to the no-true-Scotsman fallacy: "if you have decided to commit suicide you must have not possessed all your mental faculties or felt otherwise pressured towards that outcome." Hence find it hard to accept that their choice was made in earnest. (edit: quotes)

If we define the components of mental illness as being suicidal, obviously that would lead you to classify all suicidals as mentally ill.

For a long time being homosexual was seen as a mental illness and those (probably most) administering treatments saw themselves as helping them and the patient would have a higher quality of life after they were cured. The doctors thought the patient was harming themselves and their family by participating in lewd activities.

Not trying to say one thing or the other about suicide. I just think it is interesting what we consider a mental illness and why and why its dangerous to go to the "mental illness" (I hate this phrasing) reasoning right away.

It was a cultural phenomenon, not mental illness.

I would imagine that bank robbers the moment they get caught instantly regret it. But that doesn't prevent the ones that got away from completing their goal and not regretting it.

People who fail suicide often have HUGE amounts of personal anguish because of the police, hospital, family, etc. all judging them from the suicide attempt.

I think its easy to confuse regret of the action over all and regret that you tried the action and failed. But I imagine there are some who genuinely regret their attempts.