How to write a suicide note

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  • U.S. Peer warm line: When you call, you talk to someone like you who has also been hurting and wanted to end it at one point in their lives: 1-866-400-6428

USA 1-800-273-8255
USA Crisis Text 741-741
US Crisis line for LGBTQ Youth 1-866-488-7386
US Crisis Text for LGBTQ Youth 678-678
Canada 1-833-456-4566
United Kingdom 116 123
Australia 13 11 14
International suicide hotlines

I am sorry you are feeling such pain you want to kill yourself and write a final letter to your loved ones. It must be so awful to feel that bad.

If you are looking up how to write a suicide note, then you must have people who love you. Not everyone does.

I can only tell you how I felt when I lost my son, Charles, to suicide. I was devastated.  I still am. I  wish he had told me how he was feeling. I wish he had written me a message about his pain instead of a suicide note. Here are some things I want you to know.

1. Your pain is real

2. Having thoughts of suicide does not mean you are weak or a “coward.” Those are phrases from people who do not understand

3. You deserve treatment and support and should not be shamed or judged

4. I know you don’t want thoughts of suicide. No one wants to feel that way

5. It is great news you are still here and you have survived so far. Give yourself credit for having the courage to weather those thoughts. You are a warrior.

6. Right now, I’m going to encourage you to ask someone for help. Or write a note to someone about how you are feeling and give it to them while you are alive.

There is also a link to an article I wrote about how to tell someone you are thinking of suicide.

Published by

Anne Moss Rogers

I am an emotionally naked TEDx speaker, and author of the Book, Diary of a Broken Mind. I raised two boys, Richard and Charles, and lost my youngest son, Charles to substance use disorder and suicide June 5, 2015. I help people foster a culture of connection to prevent suicide, reduce substance misuse and find life after loss. My motivational, training and workshop topics include suicide prevention, addiction, mental illness, and grief. As talented and funny as Charles was, letting other people know they matter was his greatest gift. And now the legacy I try and carry forward in my son's memory. Professional Speaker Website. Trained in ASIST and trainer for the evidence-based 4-hour training for everyone called safeTALK.

66 thoughts on “How to write a suicide note”

  1. I won’t tell you my age, I won’t tell you my gender or skin color…none of that matters. What matters is im human…just like you. Depression is something very real to me. Peace is something I strive for…yet…also perfection..acceptance.. I sit myself on the couch thinking…my life sucks…why…knowing the answer full well..get the fuck up and do something…an old dear friend from my high school days once told me..”your life’s awesome because you make it awesome” thinking this lately i can’t help but also think…”your life sucks because you make it suck”… ive thought about suicide…more than I’d care to admit..its like an uncurable disease…but one that can be managed…catch it you have it for good however we can help maintain it. Lately its been on my mind more than I wish…it can be dark…isolated…outerspace is dark..did you know when you see a star in the night sky…theirs a great chance its already burnt out. My point is…you may not see it now…but that doesn’t mean its not there. Even light can take time to make it through the darkness.

    1. It’s like when it takes hold, it’s hard to shake it. Like it presents itself as an option. The brain can get stuck in a cycle and it’s hard to see the good stuff because the fog blocks it. It’s natural to want acceptance. Perfection I no longer care about but I can understand how others strive for it.

      My son has a line in a song, “Even in darkness, sometimes sunshine shines through the blinds.” So it’s funny you said what you did. I will say that connection helps. And in this pandemic that’s a lot harder to find. Isolation intensifies the thoughts. Have you ever reached out for help? Told someone how you feel? And by the way, I’m honored you posted here.

  2. I appreciate your sentiment, and the insight into how my loved ones may feel if I follow through with my plans.

    I guess I see things differently, though. I’ve had major suicidal thoughts for 18 years now with every day being a battle. I’ve shared this battle with those close to me as well. They know I am depressed, that I am suicidal, that my dream is to be dead. I haven’t left them in the dark because I felt t wasn’t fair. That being said, I’m often met with condescending statements such as “it will get better” “you won’t always feel this way” “you have to be strong” “suicide is selfish”. It is rude and unrealistic to say that you know for a fact someone else’s life will get better, or that their feelings will change. On top of that, it may be selfish to commit suicide. But isn’t it also selfish to ask someone to stay alive who is in so much pain that they’ve wanted to die for 18 years? Is it fair or selfless to ask someone to continue that battle, not really knowing if it will ever end?

    I do believe it’s possible that one day things may get better. The problem lies in that one more day living like this isn’t worth years cured. I don’t feel useless, or worthless, or unloved. I don’t feel as if I have nothing to offer. My problem is that despite having everything one should want in life, all I want is death. All I feel is sadness and pain. There’s nothing to be “fixed” or I would have done it.

    I’ve done 10 years of therapy, both CBT and DBT. I’ve been on over a dozen pharmaceutical cocktails. I’ve tried homeopathic remedies. I’ve tried routine changes, circumstance changes, changing the people around me. Nothing changes how I feel inside. And now, I’m just tired. I’m tired of explaining to people why I can’t seem to be happy. I’m tired of being devastated I woke up to a new day. I’m tired of fighting every instinct I have in my body. I’m just so exhausted.

    I feel so guilty about those I love, but at the end of the day if they truly love me back shouldn’t they try to accept my truth? Shouldn’t they make the effort to understand that maybe, just maybe, this is what’s best for me? Why is it that everyone else’s view of reality is the right one when no one can truly be in another’s head?

    I wish there was a way to prepare and console my loved ones for my loss. I don’t want to just transfer my pain onto them. However, I don’t think it’s fair to ask me to stay living this life. I understand My brain is sick. If it was a tumour I would have the choice of how it’s treated, maybe even doctor assisted suicide. But when it comes to mental illness, it feels like our rights are stripped away. All were left with is judgment for not coping how others think is correct.

    It’s a losing battle for those of us who are ill, and it’s a losing battle for those who love an ill person. It’s unfortunate that there is no true way to win.

    I’m sorry for your loss, and appreciate your article. I hope that perhaps your son found some peace, and that you using this as a catalyst to help others is effective. Even if you help one person, his death is not in vain. And from the comments, it appears you have helped many. I just wanted to offer a new perspective.

    I wish everyone that finds themselves here hope and happiness, whatever that means for you.

    1. You are so spot on with this, That being said, I’m often met with condescending statements such as “it will get better” “you won’t always feel this way” “you have to be strong” “suicide is selfish”. It is rude and unrealistic to say that you know for a fact someone else’s life will get better, or that their feelings will change.

      People just need to listen and not offer “the positive side.” They need to understand your pain and not dismiss it with glib comments. But alas they don’t know better. You can share this with your loved ones. And you can give me feedback, too. I will listen because you, not me, have lived experience. And it’s people like you who’ve talked to me about suicide over the years that have helped me understand it’s not selfish but an act of desperation to end brain pain. And it’s comments from kind-hearted people like you who educate me and others.

      I hear you saying that it’s wearing you down and you feel like you should have a choice to end your life if you want to. That you feel guilty and have tried many things to wash these awful thoughts away. Your efforts are downright heroic and far from weak. You have my respect for continually trying. How courageous and strong you are.

      I can’t answer your questions but I can say that I don’t know what it’s like to live with chronic suicidality. When I wrote my book, Diary of a Broken Mind, my quest was to understand my son’s side and publish his lyrics in that book because it illustrated the pain you speak of and I wanted others to see that side, too. And to see our lives from his point of view as well, not just mine. I learned a lot from reading his work after his death. And I do wish I had shut up more and listened more. Listened without trying to fix, or show “the bright side” but to sit with someone in their pain and silence when it was needed. Even if it is uncmofortable. I’ve learned to do that now.

      I can’t tell you your family won’t hurt forever. They will. I can’t tell you how your family will move forward or if they will. I just don’t know. But I hear you saying that is the quandary you also face. I’m guessing that this factors in your own pain. (That’s just a guess and do correct me if I don’t have that right.)

      The point of this post is not to make one feel guilty but to present the other side of a suicide death and to offer resources that people can choose. And they do. So while I can’t fix what you are going through, I can read your words, try to understand, and be here to listen and try to understand from your point of view. Thank you for taking the time to write such a well thought out comment.

      1. I turn 18 on Monday. And all I keep thinking about is how I am honestly surprised I’ve made it this far. I’ve been suicidal with multiple mental illnesses since I was six years old. I’ve been through hell and back to make everyone around me happy and safe and I feel so tired. I know that I’m loved. But there are days the “voices” and thoughts tell me differently. I am so tired of pretending to be happy and perfectly fine… I have a hard time keeping a smile on my face anymore. My mother is dying… I lost my own child… And my siblings resent me. It’s like I don’t belong anywhere. I moved out last week and even the people I moved in with can’t stand me… I think the only advice I can give to anyone is… Please do not make someone promise not to hurt themselves or end it.. Because when they urt themselves or they finally decide to die then the whole time they think about how they are letting you down.. It’s more painful then what they are doing to themselves…

        1. Thank you for commenting. You have had a lot of pain. And I hope you give yourself credit for having survived what you have. My son called it “the mask of a clown” when he was hiding his hurt. It must take so much energy. And your advice on “contracts” is spot on. I think people don’t understand that suicidal thoughts are rational and they are not. I’m sorry you are hearing those voices. My son described those in his music. I hope you stay with us and I know that must sound very selfish.

  3. Hi Anne and all–

    Thanks for taking time to write this–and I am sorry for the pain you feel for the loss of your son. I wonder if you would be wiling to share what words your son could have written (suicide note which would may have decreased your own personal suffering? I’m not in pain (no more than any other human living/struggling with the joys and challenges of regular human things), I’ve just lived enough. I’ve been fortunate, loved, lucky, fulfilled. There is not sadness. It is not depression. It is just a choice. I did not choose to bring myself into this world-but I do have the freedom to choose when to die. i’ve just lived, seen, done enough already. Anyway–because, you’re right, I do have people who love me (with whom I have indeed shared these sentiments–though most don’t understand and just think i’m sad or it’s a phase) I would love your advice on what to write that may help to reduce the suffering on those who may not be able to understand and who may miss me.

    You have a unique perspective to offer on this–so if you’d be willing, I would love any advice. I’m not looking for a ‘don’t do it’ or help for prevention- I’m genuinely interested to know what words, if any, may help console. (suicide note).

    I’m sorry for your pain. (for privacy purposes, i will just post here and not leave an email. I hope you can understand.

    1. I can say no note will stop the self blame suicide loss survivors impose on ourselves. And my son wrote something in his notebook but I don’t know if it’s the last thing or not. He wrote it in anger that his girlfriend had broken up with him. So it was not positive at all. I don’t really know what to say other than write from the heart. I wish I could say some magic words. But no words exist. Most who die by suicide don’t want to die and I do know that my son didn’t want to die. That’s what is particularly painful for us. Thank you for your condolences. I am sorry I am. It more help.

        1. Well I personally think it’s extremely selfish to suggest we stay around because people love us. If they loved us- they would want our pain to stop too

          1. Kristi- I understand your point of view and I don’t think you should stay because of us. You are letting me know how you feel and I let you know how I feel about my son’s death in the video. It’s not a guilt trip but an honest assessment and some have never even thought they were worth it. I just want you to know you are. However, many who are thinking of suicide feel the world would be better off without them. That’s actually a brain that is lying to the person. And it’s considered an acute medical emergency where a person is not in rational thought. I call them brain attacks. I’m sorry you have them. And I appreciate your comment and point of view.

  4. Thank you so much for posting this. Now if I’m being totally honest, as inspirational as this was, I just don’t know what to do anymore. I’m a 16 year old(almost 17) female and I’ve been contemplating ending it all since I was in middle school…around age 11 or 12 I believe. I have a loving and supportive family and my friends throughout the years have been so amazing. But once i got to middle school I started getting really stressed out and things just started getting worse. And I’ve done my damn hardest to hold on and keep fighting but in the past couple years it’s becoming more and more impossible. School,friends,home,and all the factors in between have just kinda piled on and made it harder to keep going. I’ve noticed that recently it’s been really hard to even CONVINCE myself to get out of bed,whether it’s to go to school or just to go downstairs and join my family in their festivities. My grades have been dropping due to lack of motivation and I’ve unconsciously started this habit of pushing people away when I start getting upset. Two days after I turned 15, I got into an argument with my mom(who means the world and more to me) and when she went to work I bawled my eyes out, then I cut myself. Only a handful of people know that…no adults. My mother used to be a therapist or something along those lines, so when I told her the basics of how I’ve been feeling she suggested I might have anxiety and possibly depression, which also makes life harder for me. The only reason I’m still here is because not only do I care too much about my loved ones to hurt them like that, but also what you went through. As I previously mentioned, my mother means the absolute world to me so I can’t put her through that pain after everything she’s been through. And I couldn’t possibly leave my 7 year old sister without her older sister to help guide her. But lately,within the past couple of weeks, it’s become a whole lot harder to convince myself to keep going. It’s gotten to the point where I STARTED writing suicide notes, and an unofficial plan to end it after I graduate. And I know you’ll probably say to talk to people about how I feel but I don’t want to put all that on my loved ones, and my mom is trying to find a psychiatrist for me, but I don’t know if I want to do that either, for my own personal reasons which I’d prefer not to share. But I really just don’t know what to do anymore. All I’ve been able to do is cry myself to sleep at night, and tell everyone that I’m fine, and when they don’t believe me and further question me, I undermine it and make it seem like I’m more okay than I am. I just feel like I’ve been fighting a battle against myself since middle school and I’m slowly losing. Also, this is not my real name, so please forgive me for not giving that information out.

    1. Jordan you are so strong. I can’t imagine battling those difficult and painful feelings for so long. First, thank you for honoring me with your story. So let me ask you a few questions. Which do you think would be worse for your mother.

      Finding you dead by suicide? Or hearing you tell her that you have suffered thoughts of suicide?

      I can tell you which one I wanted. After you’ve thought about that some, let me ask you this.

      If you have written anything, how about your sharing that with your mom. I think she is right. That you suffer from depression. And my son refused medication. I would just like to ask that you remain open minded about all types of treatment. There are things like Transcranial magnetic stimulation (TMS). You have such love for your family. What you have is treatable. But what’s important to make it worthwhile is you working with your family to get the best. Here is a link from a young lady who was struggling as you are:

  5. Hey, I feel like I am going to be the wet blanket of the commentators, but… I have hit the point where leaving makes more sense then staying. Distance from method and worry for others so far has stalled me out of two attempts thus far, but that’s the thing, everytime you fail to carry it out, you are left at square one, a failure. “let our lives be short for our shame will be too long.” I have aspergers syndrome and suicidal thoughts since the age of 8, and they are not going away, they are not GOING to go away becasue this is brain wiring, its not something that can be ‘fixed.’ And as far as the social metrics that force you to hate yourself and live in shame, time to time, the very people you want to stay alive fore the sake of become active participants in those very metrics. they are supportive of you and consistent, until they are not. that’s the reality, they believe in ideals they hold you to till they decide to break them.

    You look for the things that bring you fulfillment, but you need much investment in those things in order to actually survive, even in acquiring a marketable and rare trade skill, you still are paid below a living wage simply becasue your so-called “empathetic employer” can. you are too far gone to pursue the dream you put off, you have no significant others or off-spring to worry about, and the world is getting shittier with or without you. “if you weren’t here, everything would just go one anyway, that what you learn then why do you stay?” I have asked myself that question and honestly its always a fool’s hope a gamble and a hope to find fulfillment and acceptance, all fall short of the metric everyone else is a part of. There is no socially acceptable space to talk about your pain, or to have pain at all, everything needs to be light, or hunky dory, the 60s nuclear family, or a fucking disney movie, no one has the stones to simply REAL!

    So you bottle it up to spare everyone else discomfort, this becomes the natural result. People NEED a natural not artificial consequence to actually learn, otherwise they will rationalize it and not learn a thing. The taking of hope from others the judging and the metrics in which we are measured by, its going to lead to this, and it shouldn’t be shamed. You make think its cowardly but honestly its as ultimate a show of agency as a person can demonstrate. Its the only way to take their lives back from the world, taking away its punching bag ruining its fun. We are humans, we kill, we bully, we torture, we exploit, demonize enslave and yet are totally cool with it largely, yet for some reason everyone seems unanimous against people ending their participation in that cycle. we’re taking away their fun, revealing just how shit things really are. its the only way humanity fucking learns.

    If the pain outweighs the gain, what’s the point? yes, I worry it will hurt family, but I have told them about my pain, how they went out of their way to push me to the brink the two times I attempted. if they think I am being dramatic, this is the reason to commit.

    I am doing one last made blind stab int he dark for a hopeful change, chances are slim, but I am trying. if not… well I have a note with my account numbers for my mother back at home. its a shitty thing to gamble on, but everyone says there’s reason to live, and never elaborate.

    1. I have to say that you are a brilliant writer. Maybe that’s an odd thing to say right now but you express yourself so well I can feel it. This sentence especially “There is no socially acceptable space to talk about your pain, or to have pain at all, everything needs to be light, or hunky dory, the 60s nuclear family, or a fucking disney movie, no one has the stones to simply REAL!” I totally get that.

      After my son killed himself I wanted to point blank shoot people who gave me some sunny promise he was “in a better place.” To a mom, there is no place better than next to me on earth. And I wanted to say, “Well let’s just see if that holds true. Maybe you tell yours to do himself in so he can be in a better place.” Of course I didn’t The bitter side of me wanted to. I am now admitting to you that I had those thoughts which I’m not proud of. Here’s the thing. How I got through my shitty days after my son’s suicide, and Good God it was BRUTAL for three years is believing I would. Somehow.

      I felt like I had something to leave in terms of a legacy and I was not done. Right now, reading what you’ve wrote, I feel you have something more important to do before dying. No one understands those who have autism. They don’t get that you really do feel. I know you do. And clearly you express it here. I want you to write for me. for this site. This is a site where you can keep it real. The ripple effect of your leaving will be far more reaching than you’d ever imagine. Not that that should be your only incentive. But you have talent. There is only one you. And if you leave you take all of that with you.

    2. I understand you. I’ve tried to reach out to my family several times about my suicidal thoughts as a cry for help and I’ve been told a few times that I’m just saying that as a threat and I should grow up. The more I hear this , the more I’m motivated to just do it and be free. I’m 38 years old so I don’t know how much more I need to “grow up”.

      1. Oh man I can’t stand when people imply that you are just trying to get attention. It’s so frustrating. How else does someone get help? But it’s so dismissive. I am so sorry your cries for help have met that response. Ok. Let me tell you where they are coming from so you understand the response. They Can’t imagine that life would be so bad they would kill themselves. And they do not know what to do so they respond in a way that is dismissive and unhelpful. They are unaware it is a life and death situation and that they should help you save your own life. I think you are brave to have asked for help.

        So what to do next. Is there someone outside your friend group you can trust? Is there a local hotline to call? These days hospitals and police are last resorts when suicide is imminent. For example someone has a firearm in their hand and their behavior is erratic. Most hotlines want to work on a next step with you. Is the other trusted friend or local hotline options available for you? If you post city and state I can help you search. If you are in the US.

  6. Hello my name is James I’m 43 my wife and I recently seperated in February 2019. We’ve been married for 15 years. We have 3 children together. Since this separation I’ve relized how I messed this marriage up. I didn’t always cover my wife and children with love. I was controlling angry, critical. I verbally abused my wife and children. Since this has all happened I’ve started to go to counseling and learned that I have ADD and started getting treated for it as well as anxiety. I have been working on being a better father and hopefully a better husband. My wife has placed a protective order against me and has stated to family and friends several times that she is done 15 years is long enough she’s not taking me back. Like I said I started to get help I have been trying to fight for my marriage and family trying to trust God that he will restore my marriage and family. I’m losing hope I think she maybe already seeing another man? I’ve been thinking that I’m better off not being here. I have to go through supervised visitations the state that we live in has cleared me of any neglect and harm to my children. I’m ready to meet my maker! I messed thia marriage up and I’m so sorry If I could have 10 minutes of that February night back? God only knows. Thanks for listening.

    1. James that is heartbreaking and I feel your pain in your words. I am so sorry you are going through this. Furthermore I am so glad you are getting help. Ask your therapist is there is a men’s support group. I know how much it has helped me. Accepting that we can’t change how another feels or an outcome is hard. So let’s first look at what you have. One you have two children and although supervised, you get to see them. Can you make them the focus for now? How would they feel if you died? You may not think it matters or that you matter. But I can tell you that when I lost my son I would never survive.

      Each day I woke up I told myself it would never be as bad as getting the news and I just told myself I would survive. I didn’t know how but I told myself I would figure it out. And I told myself that one day I would love again, live again, laugh again. Keep working on you right now. Give yourself credit for something seventy five percent of your gender would never do and that’s get help. Your are welcome to reply. I will answer.

  7. You’re a very kind person, Anne. It’s very sweet of you to take the time to try and keep people from making the mistake and ending their lives. But I would like to share my current feelings as well.

    I’m a 15 year old girl and I’ve been dealing with anxiety and low self esteem for a while now. It’s only getting worse and I’m pretty sure I have depression. I’ve been so stressed in school, not just with work but also because of low self esteem and my anxiety. I’m always tired, not just physically tired but also mentally tired. I literally hate myself in every way. I feel so ugly and disgusting, I can’t even look in the mirror because it makes me sick. I make myself want to throw up. Thankfully, I have a lot of friends who always tell me that they think I’m beautiful, but I don’t believe them at all. I feel like I’m annoying and not worth anything. I feel like I cause so much stress in my family and things would be better if I just didn’t exist. But at the same time, I fear death. So I’m not sure if I’m really suicidal, but today I did write a suicide note. I wasn’t actually going to kill myself, I just wanted to see what I would say if I were to make a suicide letter. Let’s just say it broke my heart reading my own letter. I’ve been raised in a broken family, but I love all of my sisters and they’re always for me. I honestly continue to live for others, but not for my own being. But it seems I have gotten more sad and I always feel alone because I never get to see my sisters since they have all moved out, including the sister I’m closest too. I now live with my dad and my two younger siblings and it’s honestly chaos. My dad isn’t the best father and he makes it hard to live with. I just sit in my room and cry most of the time, wondering if life is even worth it. I’m sorry I feel this way but I really needed to get it off my chest. Thank you so much Anne for what you’re doing, and if you’re someone who’s planning on killing themselves, please don’t. I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but you’re not alone. All of us are going through things and if you can’t find a purpose, maybe our purpose is to help each other through this world. Thank you for taking the time to read this (:

    1. Hali. This is so beautiful. I am so sorry you suffer from depression. I would like to use this as a blog post using only your first name. Let me know if that’s ok. You have such an important message here. It’s hard to believe it was written by a fifteen year old. It hemorrhages beauty. So even not seeing you, I think you are beautiful for opening your soul.

      By the way, My niece and I will be writing an ebook to help students start a mental wellness club. She suffers from depression and has told me it was the single most important thing she did.

      1. Thank you so much Anne! And of course you can use this as a blog post! That means so much to me that you think it’s so beautiful it’s worth to post as a blog <3.

        And you’re writing an ebook? That’s amazing! I wish you two luck on it and I hope your niece gets through her tough battles of depression. Tell her that I also am suffering, but I know me and her can get through it. I have faith in her (:

        1. I have written several ebooks and a real book. The real book, Diary of a Broken Mind, comes out in October 2019. Thank you for allowing me the honor to use your beautiful words. They radiate hope and I hope you can get the help and support you need. Because depression is an illness like any other someone might suffer and it needs to be treated. We need people like you.

  8. I am so sick of these random people telling me I matter. They don’t know me, their opinion is meaningless as it changes nothing about my situation, and they lie to me. Nothing can change my mind from going through with this, and all I want is to say bye properly. You told me you know how, but you don’t. Can anyone tell me before I just skip it and go hang myself already?

    1. I don’t know what it’s like to feel the pain you do. I only know the pain of having lost someone to suicide. And I know people who have attempted and are now grateful they are alive. Feelings are temporary. Joy, sadness, anger. It’s a long shot we are all born. And once you go, you take your potential with you. I am not a random person. I don’t put myself in that category. I have endured too much. But I have also managed to move forward, integrating the sadness of having lost my son. I can’t control you or any other human being. But this page is my effort to make people hesitate. I hope you will too.

  9. Just reading through comments thinking I can find a way to stop this suicide thoughts from my head but all I can say is it’s not working. There are times I hang out with a friend thinking I’ll feel better about my life but once they’re gone, I come back to being alone with dark thoughts running through my head. I cry almost every night and I’m crying writing this. I have a pen and a paper, about to write a suicide note but all I can see online is sites telling me not to kill myself. I’ve been battling depression for more than 3 years now and the only thing that keeps me going is me thinking of everything will be better and I’ll be in a better place but it’s taking much time. I don’t have plenty friends to talk to and laugh with because I’m a private person. I’m a loner. There’s this insecticide in my room I’m thinking of getting a knife and cutting the lid so as to pour it in a cup to drink. There’s no blade, would have cut my wrist. Lol… I guess this is my suicide note after all

    1. Oh I hope I got to you in time. You do matter. To me even though I don’t know you. My son felt that way when he was alone. I didn’t know. I wish so much he would have told me. But he didn’t. I wish he would have allowed himself to be treated because it does work. But he didn’t Mental illness can be treated. I hope you give life a chance. Come back and let me know how you are please.

      1. Dear Anne,
        I wanted to write a letter to my husband and kids to try and ease their grief or any guilt they might feel about my choice to die; it is not their fault and I need them to know that and be ok.
        I’ve suffered through depression most of my life. I’m 47. And I’ve always, somehow fought through it and managed to keep going. This time, however, I feel different. I have taken stock of my life and it’s full of regret. I wish I’d been a better mom, a better wife, sister and friend. But I haven’t been any of these things. I wish I’d made the world a better place and been someone I liked or could be proud of.
        As my depression worsens, I’ve become a burden and great source of pain and confusion to my husband. He knows that something is wrong and he is trying to reach me, but I can’t put him through any more of my pain. Do you understand? He deserves to be happy and I can’t make that happen.
        I know that my suicidal will hurt those in my life, and I’m trying to find a way to lessen their hurt. I need to find a way to do this so I can die in peace.
        Thank you for providing this outlet and listening,


        1. Mary. First of all thank you for all the detail. What a struggle you have had. And that incessant brain pain. All we can do as loved ones is help them keep themselves alive. There is a part of you even when you wrote this that’s is fight to stay alive. I hope I can speak to that part of you too. I am honored you shared your pain here so eloquently. Do come back and continue the conversation. I am here to listen.

  10. I am in an immense amount of pain. Physically. Cant do anything about it without losing my job. I have been divorced twice and have 5 kids that 2 of them like having me around but the others ask when I am going away. I am supposed to pick my youngest up from daycare today and I just want to go take the information to my ex and give her that and a note and tell her I love her and I’m sorry and end it. I want to write out to my kids that it isn’t their fault. I want to write to friends I walked away from years ago and explain. I dont want help anymore. I’m tired of being tired and dont want to go through with this fight anymore

    1. Jim I am so sorry you are in such pain. I do so appreciate your taking time to write your comment and share with me the intensity of your feelings both emotional and physical. My son was in both physical and in emotional pain–a horrific combination. I hope that somewhere inside you something happens today, even if it’s a small thing, that rekindles that pilot light of hope. I’m pulling for you, even if you are not right now.

  11. I am 10 yrs old nobody cares about at all I have no friends I want to kill myself I’m crying at night what do I do

    1. John I am so sorry. You sound so miserable. Can you tell an adult how you are feeling? You can keep commenting here. I am here to listen. Please stay with us. How you feel can be treated so you are not so miserable.

      There is also the text crisis line 741-741.

  12. I want to commit suicide because I don’t have objectives in life, for any reason I don’t have passions or goals to be alive for. I don’t have friends, only some colleagues that pretend to be worried about me, but actually my death would affect them very little. They don’t care about my life actually, they were learnt that good Christians have to care about anyone’s welfare, it is nothing personal.
    What’s the reason for keeping live for no reason, just because we’ve learnt that living is correct.
    When I was a child I was used to dream about having a family with wife and children and a good career, that didn’t happen specially because I am gay and I have a empty box of dreams.
    I wish soon I have enough courage to take my own live. I’ll be sorry for the few people that care about me, but that’s life, some day it would happened.

    1. Verissimo- First, thank you for taking time to comment and tell me how you are feeling. I hear that you are not feeling worthwhile and I am sorry you feel that way. I’m going to tell you that I care and you are welcome to tell me more. The ones who do care about you will never get over it. That much I know. Let me know your age and if you have a partner. If you are OK with that.

  13. I’m trying to figure out the best way to wright a suicuide note and somehow it brought me here can someone give me advice or point me in the right direction? The sooner I get this done the sooner I can get this over with!

  14. My mom always says to study. I don’t want to study. Every time I try to study I get frustrated. I have nothing choice left other than suicide.

    1. Rashik. School is boring these days. It’s because of the standardized testing. That will change in the next few years as it always does. Please stay with us. I understand your pain and the pressure from parents these days for achieving. It is overwhelming. If you check out you take your gifts with you and we are cheated out of you and what you can offer the world.

      1. My college trimming is soo long
        I have not any way to join. It was 20 km long..
        And i have not any facility to go to my college.. due to certain issues…
        My college trimming is 7am to 7pm…
        What i will study or do extra work on remaining time..

  15. Just because I looked up how to write a suicide letter does not mean I have people who care about me. Not even close. But that does not mean I hate them. You can have someone hurt you badly and still care about them. Trust me…I do not deserve to live any longer…I am a burden and a failure…no one cares…not even the crisis help line… I am sorry about your son I know what it is like to lose someone you love too.

  16. Hi. I want to commit a suicide as the situation of me and my wife is not at all good. She has left me about a week ago. I don’t want to live anymore. I want to die that’s it.

    1. Oh Divanshu I am so sorry. I can understand why you are devastated. That’s a major change in your life and you are grieving. I wanted to die after my son’s death because I just couldn’t see how I was going to survive after his death. But little by little, I did come back to life. I wrote a lot which is why this site has over a thousand posts in two years. I ran a lot, too. It took a while, I went to a lot of support groups with other people but I finally feel like I do want to live. I hope you do, too. My soul is rooting for you. There is only one you and if you died you would take all those gifts with you. Do reply to let me know you are OK for now.

        1. I usually tell young people to write it in a letter. You have to be very definite and here’s why. Because as parents, we just can’t believe things would be so bad, our child would want to kill themselves. It takes a while for it to sink in and for them to realize it’s real. That’s because we as parents think we are doing a reasonably good job and tend to take it personally at first even though it has to do with a chemical imbalance in the brain. This is an article I wrote that offers some instruction on how to tell a parent and write that letter.

          If they STILL are not on board with helping you find help, reach out to a school counselor or teacher or an adult you like and trust.

          You can call and talk to someone just like you who has felt just as you do. Here is the national one. This is a peer network. 1-866-400-6428

          There is also a crisis text line: 741-741. And I’m just saying if that feeling hits you before that letter gets written. Or in that moment, come back here and comment. I might answer a few hours later but I will answer.

          Thank you for having the courage. And it is very brave.

      1. Why doesn’t my family love me? I try and I try and I try. Nothing ever works. They make fun of me, call me names, hurt me, I’ve tried to tell people, they all don’t believe me, I’ve told my “friends”, they all say I’m making it up. I’ve tried to commit suicide three different times. Why the hell won’t they let me leave this hell of a world? “Sick of crying, tired of crying, yes I’m smiling, but inside, I’m dying.”

        1. Of course you feel terrible after treatment like that. I am so sorry you have had to endure this thoughtless treatment. I apologize on behalf of your friends and family for not taking you seriously your cries for help regarding your pain. I also understand you are NOT “doing this for attention.” Your pain is real. I do think because you have cried out for help before and unfortunately it was met with the attitude you described, there is a part of you that wants to live. Since there is uncertainty let’s not make a rash decision and end it all because that part of you does want to stay and make a better life for you. Which is entirely possible. Right now I want to help keep you safe. So reply here. And we can talk this out. I am here to listen.

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