1. gohandinhand, July 14, 2010:

   The fact that I have a wonderful 4 year old daughter who is so beautiful. And I don’t want to go to hell because I want to be there for my daughter in the after life if possible.

2. inthewind99, July 14, 2010:

   Just knowing the future will likely be better is what keeps most people going when they are depressed.

3. James B, July 14, 2010:

   It’s the greatest crime!

4. niyawolf, July 14, 2010:

   fear

5. livingstonseagull43, July 14, 2010:

   I’ve got too much I still want to see and do in this life. I am happy and content with myself too.

6. Robert B, July 14, 2010:

   I love my life

7. roxie_xd, July 15, 2010:

   The future!

8. Hairy 1, July 15, 2010:

   knowing the pain it would cause my family and friends.

9. Joni B, July 15, 2010:

   My daughter, and the fact that she would go to her drug addict dad.

10. vasan_ven, July 15, 2010:

    likings

11. chio, July 15, 2010:

    I realize that I earn more money than anyone I know.
    That makes me happy.

12. Drew, July 15, 2010:

    I wouldn’t want to hurt my parents and loved ones.

13. wicca333girl, July 15, 2010:

    Because I have 3 beautiful daughters and I can’t leave them. They deserve to be loved and nurtured by me as long as possible. Their Dad dumped them and I am not going to. But…I struggle with suicidal thoughts every night…toss and turn…with the desire to kill myself…I just can’t do it to my kids.

14. pinky, July 15, 2010:

    fear of dying
    and i couldnt do it to my family

15. dreamk11, July 15, 2010:

    my survival instinct

16. Kookie M, July 15, 2010:

    My 4 boys

17. kaila w, July 15, 2010:

    my vibrator/smoke. And maybe video games…

18. muphium, July 15, 2010:

    The fear that your death will bring hardships to those you love and love you.

19. Eros21, July 15, 2010:

    the fact that i still have not made it to level 4 on yahoo answers.

20. bettywitdabigbooty, July 15, 2010:

    I think of all my loved ones who would be left filled with sorrow, cuz I made a very selfish decision.

21. xx_dragonz_xx, July 15, 2010:

    instinct of survivor

22. George D, July 15, 2010:

    A straight jacket should work nicely.

    Seriuosly though, I really think that you are not going to find the help you need on Yahoo Answers.

    I will tell you that I believe in the Kingdom of Heaven and I believe that my actions in this world have consequence in the next, and I believe that the madness of social scenes, tv, images of glamor and fame, money, etc. etc. etc. are a torment to the soul of man, and a bondage that brings him into slavery to childlike lusts from which he cannot escape without the power of God.

    I never have any impulse to kill myself, because there is nothing out there in the world that I perceive as so desirable that I feel frustration for the not having of it.

23. Maikel D, July 15, 2010:

    The people around me that need me, and just in case there really is life after death, and a God….well, the fact that it’s wrong, and I’ll go to hell for it.

24. talk_er89, July 15, 2010:

    get a shrink

25. mks 7-15-02, July 15, 2010:

    I Have Nerver Thought Of Doing That But.Wouldnt Your Family And Friends Miss You?

26. kay mamas, July 15, 2010:

    My 2 beautiful children. My son and daughter are the light of my life and my husband is my knight in shining armor. I thank GOD every day that I wake up to see all three of them. My family is the world to me. I push myself everyday to get out of bed b/c I know that if I don’t, my children will be like that when they get older. “Monkey see, Monkey do”.

27. garybell501, July 15, 2010:

    If you ever seen the family of someone who killed themselves then you would know the answer to your question.It is the most selfish thing anyone could do,its a cowards way out and never the answer to any problem ;no matter how big that problem appears to be at the time !

28. Cat Friend, July 15, 2010:

    Spiritually and morally wrong to kill whether it is yourself or someone else. Spiritually it is against the law of every religion to do it. Going to ‘hell’ is the greatest fear of all. Most people has the ‘love’ instinct towards self and self is the most important.

29. lamesox101, July 15, 2010:

    me? the thought that there are many people that will get really pissed if i do. you? dunno.

30. Sara, July 15, 2010:

    Well the certain knowledge that I will somehow screw it up and end up paralyzed from my head down and then really want to end it all and not be able to.
    Okay that was sorta a joke. I’d never do it because it would devastate my family and its that worst thing you can do to the people you care about.

31. lucyp, July 15, 2010:

    I have never thought about killing myself therefore I don’t have to stop myself.

32. jerzeme, July 15, 2010:

    Razors pain you, drugs cause cramps, acid stains you, rivers are damp, guns aren’t lawful, nooses give, gas smells awful….You might as well live!

33. j_the_quiet_1, July 15, 2010:

    My wife, she would kill me if i did

34. gimpalomg, July 15, 2010:

    There are days when I honestly don’t know. People who are really suicidal don’t really want to die, they want to stop hurting. Whether it is physical, mental, emotional or psychological pain it is very real and it hurts more than many can imagine.

    I suppose I just decide to deal with the pain one more day. The time may come when I decided differently, I hope those close to me can understand.

35. belle, July 15, 2010:

    Being scared of not knowing what happens after you die and thinking about everything I would loose.

36. drampor, July 15, 2010:

    Yes, this has finally come up. I should face it now, am I strong enough? Yes, I think I am. Well then, it’s all the tomorrows and the possibilities that could bring. It’s hope in the face of certain defeat, unreasonable eternal hope. Stubborn over riding desire to live, in spite of the crushing defeats, the endless humiliations, the pain and deceit that must be endured. Hope that a better day will come, that maybe there is a chance; some one might care for me some where some day. It’s never over if you refuse to give in, and victory can be snatched in the darkest corner at the latest hour. I never give up, I’ll never give in; it’s all I’ve got; just me; and I’d like to see how it all turns out in the end. Thank you, I feel like I have a better understanding of myself.

37. prince47, July 15, 2010:

    life, which is not given by me.

38. fishergirl, July 15, 2010:

    The God given need to survive.

    Also: Jeanna, Jonathon, Jared, Joshua, Abigail, Kenneth, Chad, and on, and on, and on, and on.

39. rndmrrs, July 15, 2010:

    Ya know…I thought about that myself a time or two…The first thing I do is sit down…and think about what exactly has gone wrong in my life…then I think about all the good things that are going on in my life…and if you close your eyes and invision and concentrate on a certain thing that made you happy and feel good…the happiness of what happened then will rid your mind of the bad thing that’s making you unhappy…and put a smile on your face again…when you invision that place and time in your life…you have to really concentrate on it…with your eyes closed…you can see…and hear…and actually feel like you were reliving that special time again…listen to the music that was playing…listen to the birds chirping…feel the wind blowing through your hair…smell the salt in the air from the ocean…you can actually do it if you try hard enough…
    Then as your in that special place in your mind…you invision a trunk at your feet on one end of a football field…now your say to yourself…I’m going to place all the bad things in my life in that trunk…and as you shut that trunk in your mind…you start to feel better…because you know that all the bad things in your life is in that trunk…now you invision that trunk at the other end of the football field…and you feel even better…because your problems are far away from you…and each time you invision that trunk further and further away from you…you’ll feel better and better and your problems will feel smaller and smaller…and then you invision that trunk on the other side of the earth from you…and a really big smile will cross your face…because you realize that all your problems are now gone from you…and you jump for joy… being happier than you’ve ever been in your life…and then you do things that make you feel good about yourself…and makes you happy…and that’s when you realize…that life is worth living for after all…and you smile to yourself and injoy life to its fullest…

    You know the road you’ve already been down…so you know what didn’t work for you…travel a new road and make new friends…it’s easier to travel down the road of life with a friend…that way you can pick each other up if you fall down…Tell you what…If you’ll help me up when I fall down…I’ll help you up when you fall down…and we can both know that we made a new friend today…to help along the road of life…and a friend always help to make a day better…in anyones life…ok… so if you ever need to talk…write me…(RNDMRRS@YAHOO.COM)…untill then…have a great day…

40. lyn m, July 15, 2010:

    There is always a chance the situation, no matter how hopeless it appears, will improve when you are alive but there is only one outcome when you kill yourself.

41. Bradley P, July 15, 2010:

    Honestly, some days lately I don’t know, the world is just so rigged against my ever getting better…..but…..

    –I’ve always had this feeling in my gut deep down that if I died *before* knowing unconditional love in my life from *some real human being*, perhaps a woman even, that I’d just end up a ghost anyway, and a nasty mean one at that….and the idea has little appeal to me, ok? I’ve ran into a couple of poltergeist-type phenomena, and my half-educated guess on it is: It sucks to be them.

    –The last time I seriously tried committing suicide, in my 20s….I took my mother’s anti-emphysema medication. The whole remainder of her month’s supply, at 29 days worth and 1,000 milligrams a day of some stuff so nasty that Mom had to submit to bloodwork and toxicity testing every month while on the stuff.

    I really should have died. My heart or liver one should have given up. Instead I was wide awake and delirious for three days straight, during which….well, my heart did briefly go crazy in my chest, alternating between stopping and going *very fast* in my chest, I was afraid of moving for fear that if I so much as blinked it would be the end and that’s *all folks*…..

    When I felt a presence I can only describe as spiritual. Spirits around me began to surround my body with a dry, comforting field, protecting me from both heatstroke and the thunderstorm that went past me…..

    And over and over I heard this detached voice: Don’t die. Don’t leave, we have *plans* for you.

    And that was it. Nothing more specific than a feeling of lights and spirits. Nothing to indicate *who* might have plans for me. Indeed, nothing to indicate that it wasn’t just *me* having some hardcore brain-damage going on….

    And that was in my early 20s….since then I have tried to work more for my living and tried to get more done in life and get more out of life…..only to fail time and again because others *insist* I fail.

    So I dunno what it is now, since I seemed to have failed everything I’ve tried so far.

    I’m just tired. I want to go home, and this planet with these cruel bastard apes on it who won’t give me the time of day without sending me to hell sight unseen….this isn’t my home.

    I am tired of trying and failing, over and over and OVER again, to fit into your cruel, cutthroat, money-mad society. That is *your* society that wrote me off for being born to a bankrupt father and a brain-damaged, disabled mother….wrote me off and all my sisters too, shut us out no matter how we tried……

    I am tired. I don’t know WHY I am still alive. I don’t. I guess I want to become more than this, better than this, but not if it means being a “good little drone”, just another brainless lemming evangelical redneck ditch-digger down on that Wal-Mart…..because I have fought all my life to NOT be messed up trailer trash like that, sorry.

    I have fought all my life, going on 40 years now, at least since I was ten that I was first *aware of it*, against the whole notion that “life isn’t fair” and that “some people are more equal than others,” Aganist the whole idea that “might makes right” and that “money makes you superior to me”. No thanks. The fact of life’s being unfair is *no license to give up*. If anything, it is only a license to fight *to the death* to make life fair, to die fighting for fair play…

42. twinklecomfort, July 15, 2010:

    HOPE!

43. Form, July 15, 2010:

    I think there can be a lot of reasons…

    Sometimes it may be a fear of the pain of death or the finality of death. Maybe it can be a fear of making a “horrible” mistake and things aren’t really as bad as they seem. A lot of things like this can go through a person’s head at such a moment. After all is said and done we can only answer these types of questions for ourselves. It leaves a person to face the very deepest sense of self or ego.

    Perhaps at the very last moment you realize that your life does have meaning or you have a valid reason to be here. Maybe this could be as simple as continuing to experience life and not wanting it to end in case there could be something good to come along. What if it’s depression and you come to realize that things may not be as bad as they seem and if so maybe you have been through worse and it could be worth it to just get through one more day.

    If it comes down to just one more day or hour or minute, maybe you can stack these one on top the other (e.g. one more day, one more day, one more day, etc.) and somehow the situation changes and a person comes to realize that life is still worth living.

    Good luck!

44. cat_Rett_98, July 15, 2010:

    The same fear that keeps me alive is the same fear that makes me want to die.

    I don’t know if I will exist past the life of my physical body and this freaks me out beyond what any thought should.

    Since I don’t know, I half hate life, and half want it to go on forever.

    I figure it balances out and makes me a pretty well-rounded person.

    Don’t know though, I might just be a little crazy.

    This is really proof that Philosophers are cursed men.

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