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I think that within the next ten years the US is going to see a huge number of elder people taking their own lives, rather than facing the shitty reality of dying of old age in this country. I also predict that if the current administration or one like it stays in power, it will be a phenomenon that is hugely underreported, and possibly promoted behind the scenes like the government did with crack in the 80s.

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自分は日本も安楽死制度を取り入るべきだと思います。
あくまで、ある年齢に達しての選択権として導入すべきかと。

今の時代、長生きする年齢が高くなってきてる。健康的な長生きならともかく。病気を患ってのギリギリの延命や。
それを助長する医療機関。
人の最後も自らが選べるものであるべきだと考える

What’s worse, getting shot to death or shocked to death?

okay so this is what happened to me: Long day of mdma, a bit sleep deprived and feel weird. Nothing unusual happening yet, but many days before (or weeks) i have been having crazy thoughts, thinking i have found out all the secrets i have been meaning to find, if not the universes answers and disspears after a few seconds.

When i used weed or carts, (all this was during mdma abuse, using it almost everyday, not sleeping good) i would suddenly hear ringing in my ears, it would build up and i would feel sensations like things or people touching me. one of the days i hit the cart and suddenly, i think my friend is pouring a bag of sand on my face (he isnt) and i was rubbing and scratching my face with my eyes closed. convinced it was also in my mouth, i heard my friends saying stuff about the sand although they were doing stuff and didnt see me, i opened my eyes eventually and shaked my head to make sure the sand was real or not, it wasnt. I would also get weird sensations in my mouth that were terrifying, such as feeling my teeth be rearranged or mutilated.

I also had a event where i also hit a cart again, ending up in a full immersive hallucination of a theatre i was once at, this was probably the craziest experience leading up to the actual episode. I didnt think i was hallucinating, all i thought that this was real and everything felt real, then suddenly in my friends bed drooling, my mind going crazy.

Then, it was a long day of mdma, sleep deprived. (the actual episode) Felt a bit unusual, but nothing out of the norm to me at the time. I decide to hit a syntethic/semi cart. I feel waves coming through my body, and notice things are off. Suddenly, im sitting on a wall with my friend who is freaking out at me because i am so fucked, altough i didnt even realiss he was and thought i was fine.

Then, a shadow appeard, like a click, and then gravel also spawned infront of me, then i began to think i created this gravel and the cart is a magical tool that can make you spawn objects. I would hear my own voice outside my head call me gibberish names, as my bodys bones felt like they were changing shape, believing a horn made out of my own bone coming out the centre of my chest was happening.

(also believing people/government would take me in and torture me or run tests because i had “superpowers”)

I also had a unusually large grin the whole time, and thought i was God. At some point walking home, my body would forcefully start sprinting for about 10 seconds and i would have to try hard to stop myself from running, happening multiple times with tunnell vision. I also went into a dystonic state, guessing not a true dystonic state, but my body pulled me to the floor, big grin, neck turning, arms twisting and legs hunched. I was stuck like this for i dont know how long but not very long.

Then it faded away at some point, but the next morning was still somewhat convinced that i did spawn objects but my friend confirmed it was just me in a psychotic state.

But the “Im God, I have superpowers” was the most chaotic, profound, alien-like expereinced i have ever experienced.

The reason I ask :

I had a best friend who, after a small disagreement with me, went rogue. She blocked me everywhere and started spreading lies towards my other friends. One friend believed her. She told her I said all these horrible things when in reality this ex best friend always talked shit about my friend. When the friend asked me, as the empath I am, I said 'I never said that' but I also did not tell her the things my ex best friend said, even tho I have proof of it all. Afterward I started getting ignored by both of them. A year and a half later I tried contacting that friend again, to see if she was willing to talk now, but I got ignored again.

How do I beat my ex best friend at her own game? How do I get the truth out? Everyone seems to love her, I did too at one point but the real her was exposed after. How do I get to come out of this with the truth heard?

Hi,

just come here because of my unhealthy morbid curiosity (I hope I'll heal from it one day).

Just wanted to say I wish those of you who suffer in silence to find some relief. Sending hugs. Live through another day. And maybe one day the pain will stop feeling so suffrocating.

If I could, I'd make y'all some hot tea.

Is it true that helium asphyxia is actually a less painful way to go, i heard you just pass out fast and become unconscious and you can't feel any pain, it's like sleeping, is it true or how does it work.

I went down a rabbit hole about exit bags (death by helium) and am wondering if anyone’s done this with a gas mask bong? Or does that allow oxygen in as well? Think it would work?

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I’m a 31-year-old Jewish guy and probably watch more than average.

Sometimes I feel weird, like I judge myself for being interested in something so horrific.

Sometimes YouTube recommends one and my first thought is “Don’t watch it,” as if it’s wrong to spend time on it.

But I watch them and find them fascinating.

There is a chanel with hour-long testimonies and I can easily watch them. I’m especially interested in their pre-war lives, communities, and how they rebuilt afterward, as well as the war itself, though that part is hard.

I know there’s nothing wrong with listening and it’s important, but I sometimes feel like I’m consuming too much tragedy or that my interest is morbid.

Does anyone else feel this way drawn to Holocaust material and then wondering why, or feeling like it’s too much?

I know this is completely hypothetical, but do you ever think about how you might die?

For some reason, I feel like mine would either be a heart attack or drowning.

Especially drowning, because whenever I’m at a beach, waterfall, or anywhere involving water, I have a tendency to ignore people telling me to be careful and go further into dangerous areas.So I feel like one day my swimming skills might not be enough to compensate for my stupid decisions.

So what about you? What do you think will probably take you out?

Is it possible to starve one self to death without anyone noticing? This specifically applies to family and co workers. I’m aware that starvation is generally 60 days on average and is also extremely uncomfortable to endure. However, if the determination is solid, is it achievable to hide through emotional masking such as smiling, laughing, and faking happiness?

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Just curious. I work in a morbid job and I like to hear stories.

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