User blog comment:Jack Daggerstealer/Family Troubles & Possible Suicide/@comment-3112181-20130621030002

I'm not going to type up an essay on why "suicide is never the answer" and there's a "big, bright, open world out there for you to explore". That's Disney crap.

I will say this. I've been in your position before. With my father's work, my family is moving constantly all around the world. I've never lived in a single place for more than three years. As you could imagine, it takes time to adapt to society in different countries: learning the language, adjusting to the customs and culture, etc. That being said, I've never really had many friends. Of course, there are always those few outgoing people who feel bad for the "new foreign student" and they'll talk to me a bit, but really never anyone I can say was a sincere friend. In fact, other than the folks on this wiki, I hardly ever talk to people my own age.

Well, I've been dealing with this issue my whole life. To make matters worse, I lost my little sister to ovarian cancer a couple years back. I was even there, in the hospital room, when she passed away. After that, I wasn't sad. I became furious. Furious as to why God would kill such a kind, innocent girl. Evidently, it was around that same time that I stopped believing God as well. I was so fed up with everything. For a while, my parents weren't talking to each other and I wasn't talking to either of them, simply because we were all overcome with grief. It was around this time that we also moved to America. And despite the linguistic similarities between the USA and the UK, society is very different and a 12 year-old, isolated, antisocial British boy such as myself had trouble fitting in. The combination of all of these events led to my decision to kill myself. Two times I tried to hang myself, but fortunately each time the rack broke. I don't know if it broke because my 90 pounds caused it to or if it was God giving me another chance. But, either way, I'm glad it didn't work.

After the second time, I had a bit of an epiphany. What's the use of killing yourself? Sure, it's the easy way out. Sure, things can't get any worse when you're dead. But then they also can't get any better. I by no means consider myself an optimist, but despite my atheism I believe their is a purpose in life for all of us. I'm not talking about "will" or "destiny", I simply mean a greater purpose that all of us as humans strive to achieve. The purpose is different for all of us. You just have to find your's. Nobody said it would be easy; for some people it takes decades to find their purpose. And there's always going to be hardships along the way, like watching a sibling die before your eyes, or, in your case, seeing two people you love deeply suddenly transform into different people. It isn't easy. I know things look bad, and I know you feel like you're stuck in a hole that you can't get out of. But the hole is still open, and you can still climb out of it. With suicide, you're filling in that hole, making any hopes of escape completely impossible. When things are looking bad, you can't give up. Things can only get better from here and in suicide nobody benefits. Not you; not your family; not your friends; not anybody.

All I can tell you is to power through it. There are going to be unfortunate events that take place in your life, but don't let that stop you. Carry on.