100 Reasons To Not Kill Yourself: #92.

How do you define yourself?

By your successes or what you see as your failures?

Personally, I’ve learned more about myself and how I need to live my life from my bad days than my good ones.

#92: Your Pain.

Adversity tests us. It challenges us. It forces us to examine and (hopefully) accept who we really are. Would you even recognize pleasure if pain didn’t exist?

A childhood assault and a less than idyllic upbringing, to say the least, could’ve turned me into a monster myself; statistics show that children who are abused will turn into abusers themselves. Luckily, I grew up to respect – and fear – women and my views on sex are completely normal and not twisted at all. And yes, there’s a joke in there somewhere but I’m not feeling it, so help yourself.

Sure, prolonged pain, especially physical agony, is a heavy burden to live with and often ends in suicide, and I’m not passing judgement on anyone who feels deaths is preferable to a life of unending pain.

But what if mortal death isn’t the end?

If there is a Hell then suicide just opens the door to an eternity of suffering, assuming one believes in such things, that is. You can’t rid yourself of your pain if you’re dead but while you’re still alive there will always be a chance to you can rise above.

Where there’s life there’s hope for a tomorrow free of whatever pain is weighing you down and pushing you to the edge.

See you in the lobby, friends…

About The Hook

Husband. Father. Bellman. Author of The Bellman Chronicles. Reader of comic books and observer and chronicler of the human condition. And to my wife's eternal dismay, a mere mortal and non-vampire. I'm often told I look like your uncle, cousin, etc. If I wore a hat, I'd hang it on a hat rack in my home in Niagara Falls, Canada. You can call me The Hook, everyone else does.
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15 Responses to 100 Reasons To Not Kill Yourself: #92.

  1. curvyroads says:

    I think you have a great point here. As a resident of the (incredibly) rainy south, I will attest that we wouldn’t appreciate the sunny days as much without the rain…not that rain compares with physical or mental pain, but still.

  2. I have been at the suicide door three times. I can assure you it’s not the fear of the infinite that dragged me back, made me think again. It was the dread of the horror of what I’d be inflicting on others, the ones I cared about. It’s not as one dimensional as you express it, is it? I’ll tell you. It’s not. It’s not.

    • The Hook says:

      No, it’s not.
      I’ve been at the suicide door once but I lost one of my best friends to suicide two years ago and I’ve never been the same.
      These posts are a reflection of my pain and how I cope with it.
      Not everyone is going to agree with what I’m doing or how I’m doing it but i hope my good intentions shine through.

      • No criticism of you mateyboy , as you well know. I very much doubt lots of people agree with me. Fine. No problem. Apart from their assumption about weakness. Then I get a bit tetchy. Because having a go is FUCKING HARD WORK. No weakness. Grit. It is really fucking hard

      • The Hook says:

        It is indeed.
        Be well, mate.

  3. Doug in Oakland says:

    If adversity builds character like they say, then overcoming it should be fulfilling. In my experience, sometimes it is and sometimes it’s not. Still, for me at least, it’s always been preferable to the alternative, if only a little. And I’ve had it comparably easy. Those folks who actually have had it hard have my respect and admiration.

  4. Thought for food. And the other way around, too.

  5. We ALL have pain and unfortunately some people let it define them. That is sad… I try not to do that. Not that I don’t throw the occasional pity party. But I try to close the doors and take down the streamers once in a while and put others first. It is amazing how well that works to take my mind off of my own problems!

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