These suicide notes were gathered at the coroners’ offices by a suicidologist/psychiatrist who asked to be anonymous. He edited identifying details out of the compiled manuscript, and we changed the names. But the text of each letter plus the age and sex given are real. All these people did kill themselves. Were they ambivalent about it? About half the hundred or so letters we saw seemed to have some element of doubt.
“We have bigger houses but smaller families, more conveniences but less time, we have more degrees, but less sense, more knowledge but less judgement, more experts, but more problems, more medicines, but less healthiness, we’ve gone all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor, we built more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication, we have become long on quantity, but short on quality. These are times of fast foods but slow digestion, tall man but short character, steep profits but shallow relationships. It’s a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room.”—H.H. The XIV Dalai Lama (via lysergicacidiethylamide)
“It’s work. The person you love is rarely worthy of how big your love is. Because no one is worthy of that and maybe no one deserves the burden of it, either. You’ll be let down. You’ll be disappointed and have your trust broken and have a lot of real sucky days. You lose more than you win. You hate the person you love as much as you love him. But, shit, you roll up your sleeves and work - at everything - because that’s what growing older is.”—Dennis Lehane, Mystic River (2001)