Suicide as an option - Voluntary life

I assume that by any chance you are reading this, you are an asher. ( am I wrong ? )

Most of us are all painfully aware of the stigma of certain subjects in society. What have brought you to join the ash community, I am not sure. 

But I know, we all have walked through a horrible journey called "life". People around us refuse to accept us as one of them. We are shunned, isolated from the rest of humanity. Life ceases to have any meaning, as here in this lonely corner, we watch the world go by. At this point of time we start considering the alternative to life. Life's closely related friend, death. Life and death are two vastly different things, yet they are hold some uncanny similarities. 

Both are states in which you can be in. Choices which you can make. Life and death are both incidents related to all organisms.  

Yet life is so strongly advocated for, while death is deemed as sad, taboo, shocking, unbelievable, and most importantly, avoided by all means. Now this we can't blame people, because humans are indeed born with the instinct to survive, to simply, live. It's something we cannot deny. Consider. Why is it for grievous crimes committed, death is given as a punishment? For some, like us, rather, life is a punishment whereas death is a gift. A soothing and comforting thought. For majority, however, it is something terrible to think of, not to mention actually happen to themselves. They follow their instincts, they think living is the best thing they can ever have, hence they cling on to life blindly without considering any other alternative which may in fact be a better option to them. That is, death. This is more so for the terminally ill ( which in most cases do consider death as a better option - unfortunately in many areas of the world physician - assisted suicide ( euthanasia ) is not legal ).

Those who are rational enough to contemplate suicide as a reasonable option receive hostile judgement from society. Judgement without understanding, without placing themselves in OUR situation and perspective. 




Let's look at three of the fallacies of the common statements or cliques made by such people.


1. Suicide is not an option

Hey, dude. Suicide is not an option to YOU? Fine. It not being an option to you does NOT mean it can't be an option to US. Are we in the exact same circumstances? Are we the same beings? No? Then how the fuck does YOUR option concern OURS? If you don't find consuming meat acceptable because you are a vegetarian does that mean we can't include meat as an option for dinner? Does that sound right? I hope this knocks some sense into you. Your options absolutely does not interfere or have any relation/effect with ours. Mind your own business. 


2. I'm sure you will stop thinking about death if you cheer up and be happier.

Holy fuck do you know I would have slapped you in the face if it weren't for the fact that you are not actually standing in front of me. For God's sake how can humans be so apathetic and ignorant? 

Ok. Back to the topic. SO. You think we chose to feel like this??? You think feelings are really, really, THAT controllable by us? That we can just wave to happiness, "Hi there happiness! Do you mind coming over?" and give the emotions we have now a farewell kiss and it will all be well and settled? So you expect us to say, "Goodbye sadness! I think I don't want you around any more! I prefer happiness!" And everything will work out? And we will be happy ever after, achieving a complete expulsion of death and sadness and all that is consuming us, suffocating and drowning us at this moment? You really believe that is possible, right? It's really easy to stop thinking about death. It's really easy to cheer up and be happy. Really. Indeed.


3. If you really want to die, then kill yourself NOW! Why are you still here? You don't have the guts to do it. You're just being a whiny bitch.

*spewing fumes*

CHILL, EILEEN.

Ok. *breathe in, breathe out*

I am resisting the urge to march out onto the streets this instance with a chopper and carry out a massacre. Sorry.

You know what? In my opinion, YOU are a bitch.

I assume you think that suicide is really easy to carry out and just get over and done with.

Bitch: Of course just shoot yourself or find a tall place to jump! IT'S SO GODDAMN SIMPLE

*slaps bitch*

OK I'M TIRED OF TYPING USELESS SHIT HERE!
GO AND READ THESE SHIT IF YOU HAVEN'T HOPE YOU ACHIEVE ENLIGHTENMENT SOON

Living as a suicidal - In defense of ASH
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Last thing to remember :

Life is voluntary

From the Razor to the Rosary - 1 < secret_society123 and Our Battles >

From   the Razor to the Rosary

It all started one night, after yet another unpleasant brawl with my mom. Again. This time it involves hurling kettles across the living room and smashing cups onto the floor. I wasn’t too pleased. Neither was she. I’m like, “Seriously but what tf is wrong with you?”

A thought came to my head. It (She) would later be known as Sue, who will be one of my best friends. I needed some information. Of course, I turned to the ever-ready and brimming with knowledge Google who is a friend of many. I asked him what is the best way of escape (i.e. in layman terms, kill myself). He brought me to a number of folks dedicated to the dark sides of life, who, would later play a huge role in my life and the shaping of who I will become.

…………………………………………………………………………................

I went to Instagram, seeking pathways. Miraculously, just as I am feeling really down, I found a Home. A community of others like me. My family. This safe haven goes by the name of hashtag secret_society123 (#secret_society123).

That day, I met Sue, Deb, Cat, Izzy and Ash for the first time in my life. They are my family, my real family, where I truly belong. “Hi!” they waved. I waved back and we shook hands with each other.

At that instant, I didn’t expect that from that day onwards they will follow me everywhere, being my only companions during times when no one is around for me. The times when I felt that the world has abandoned me. The world has given up on me, and I have given up on the world. Ever since, they have always been with me, walking side-by-side down the winding road of life.

Sue, Deb and Cat trails behind me wherever I go, while Izzy visits at bedtime and Ash comes around when I need him. Cat, especially, is a fiery, voracious spirit, Deb a gentle, serene child of the darkness whereas Ash being calm and rational. They may not be perfect, but they would make good company for now. At least, I can avoid the suffocating grasp of loneliness and solitude. Hard as I try to deny, humans do need friends, and I am human however much I do not want to be associated with any beings of such.