Repost from 'What was your wakeup call' thread. It seems applicable. It wasn't a lack of sex or friends... I just didnt want to live anymore. Depression is a bitch you can't quite understand until you have been there.

When I was preparing to kill myself. That was my slap in the face. You see, killing yourself, can be much harder than it seems. The popular methods are less successful than you might think. About a 95% success rate. Seems great right? Until you realise you have a 5% chance to survive a legitimate attempt. Failing at suicide was a shame I wouldn't be able to live with...

Long story short, after researching euthanasia methods from countries where it is legal, and crunching the numbers on self murders I had a method that was 100%. I set a date and began putting things in order for once I was gone. My PIN is this. I have funds here, here, and here. I want a trust for this person and this person. Had my will made. It was at this time that I had the weirdest realization... I no longer feared death. In fact I welcomed and embraced it.

I knew exactly when I was going to die. Had the date picked out an everything. As long as I didn't commit any huge crime I could do whatever I wanted, get arrested, post bail, and still kill myself. I had an eject button. A plug I could pull and it would all be over, lights out. It was my new superpower; Atomic 'I don't give a fuck'. My fear of failure: gone. Hesitation: gone. Ability to put up with indecisive people: gone. It was my last month left alive and I was going to make it the best, most hedonistic time of my life.

If you got within 5 feet of me I was talking to you. Man, woman, child, dog, it did not matter. I would talk to you and actually be interested in what you had to say. The complete opposite of who I was before. That fear of rejection that stopped me from doing this my whole life? What the fuck do I care!? I'm out of here anytime I want. My whole life I avoided conflict. I was deathly afraid of any physical altercation. We talk about setting frame, maintaining frame, even holding frame. Its nothing compared to being the frame. What's the worst anyone could do? Kill me? Thanks, saves me the trouble. Abundance mentality applied to life. I had too much. Someone please take it from me.

Its something we must pick up on, as humans, on some subconscious level. That primal ability to lock eyes with someone and know 'do not fuck with this dude' or 'this motherfucker is dangerous'. People stopped shit testing me. Fuck, most of the time they were drawn to me, trying to buy my attention. Buying me drinks. Trying to get me to come party with them. I made some new friends. They were fairly successful but kept running into these random problems they didn't know how to solve. I had all the answers they were looking for. I knew exactly what they needed to do. We started working (professionally) together.

Time can be a funny thing. My month had flown by and the date was right around the corner. A big project was set to launch just a few days after my departure date. Fuck that. I wanted to see how the project ended up. I rescheduled my 'flight'. The project was a huge success. That was my moment of clarity.

This world cannot take anything from me I wasn't ready to take from myself. No matter how bad I fuck up the worst that can happen is I die because I am willing to take my own life. Living life as a supplicating man drove me to suicide. Living life without fear made me alive. It was then that I finally started to question everything. I started to make a lot of Red Pill conclusions on my own. A year later a friend said 'Do you know what the Red Pill is?', I replied, 'Like in the Matrix?'. I had shared with him a lot of my own views that fell in line with Red Pill thinking. 'Check it out' he said 'you've said a lot of the same stuff they say'.

When I first came here I thought everything seemed a bit extreme. Mainly because I had 28 years of bullshit crammed in my behaviors. As I read the sidebar links, more and more bullet points clicked. It explained all the incongruencies I had accumulated over the years of living a very blue pill lifestyle. I've continued to read since.

problem is for foreveraloners like Elliot its not really about the sex its about validation/companionship

alot of puas who were former betas just end up having sex and taking pictures with women just so they can brag about it

This heart touching hookers and blow story was based on a movie about my life.

I am mexican and whorehouses here are common. Woman will do anything for the dollar, and I mean anything.Heck you do not even need game, looks or muscles. Just dollars.

Can confirm, hookers and blow makes you feel really really great.

I attempted suicide twice because of a severe case of oneitis. Of course that was 10 years before I discovered TRP principles. After that, I continued to try to be the perfect beta bitch boyfriend to whatever girl would have me. Thank God for the Red Pill - not only has it helped me with depression, it's the self-improvement part that is really more important than getting pussy. (The pussy is a side benefit).

Cocaine and hookers are a wonderful way to indulge in some casual hedonism. Just don't get swept up in the life and get addicted, and you will be fine. There's more to life than fucking pussy and feeling like a superhero. Like anything, moderation.

You don't get to fuck beautiful heavenly blondes in Mexico brothels.

because for feminists men getting shot is motivation to tell men to stop thinking about themselves and change the subject to talking about how women are scared sometimes.

This is important.

But back on topic, what a life-affirming story. Just imagine how many lives could be saved each year if the US legalized prostitution and cocaine.

Also think about how much the average American woman would have to step up her game in order for men to be able to tell her apart from the new professional class of whores. It really would be beneficial all around.

I'm not a fan of coke, but I do support banging hookers. Sex is the most natural and healthy thing that money can buy. Banging hookers is what you really call getting high on life.

P.S. like another poster said, I don't think Elliot Rodger was a psychopath. If he had been a psychopath he would've probably had lots of women, because women are attracted to those types of men. Psychopathic women killers are more likely to lure women into their cars, hotels, or homes and then murder these women.

Being depressed in my early 20's, I did something similar. I went to Amsterdam for 5 days and partied , banged 5 hookers, and smoked as much weed is I possibly could. Vices aside, I met enough interesting and positive people that convinced me to stop being such a shit head and enjoy life.

Now that $5000 credit card bill....well I'd say it was worth it

A friend of mine killed himself when he had no job, girlfriend left him and his family were a bunch of fat rednecks.

I regret not spending more time with him and living it up. I refuse to let that happen to me, or my friends, again.

Just a point of pedantic contention: Elliot Rodgers was not a psychopath.

If he were, he wouldn't have anxiety about his lack of success with women. Really, he would probably - excuse the pun - be a lady killer.

I have an issue with the characterization of spree killers as pyschopaths because its dismissive: he didn't just kill people for the fun of it, he was angry with his environment. He was certainly a narcissist from what I saw, but a psychopath? Nope, way too emotional.

I was at that point one time in my life, a 25 year old virgin and recently got a pretty bad rejection. I didn't have any money at the time so Instead of killing myself, I decided to get help, I went to the mental hospital. I told the psychologist exactly my problem, I couldn't get laid and had so much pent up negative energy I was afraid what was going to happen. Bad bad bad idea, the psychologist would try to make me believe I was gay. They would also set up these interactions where a cute girl would literally test all my buttons to see if I was violent(I wasn't physically violent but if i was they would just throw me in jail). I did however get nurses fired as i convinced them to give me drugs I wasn't prescribed and lots of social workers I talked to would end up with red eyes on the brink of tears. I realized there that as a man you are alone in this world, there is no help. The schizophrenics there oddly enough would just give me pretty much redpill advice, "go lift" and basically exercise to use up that negative energy and to expect rejection from women.

This is brilliant!

$1 /u/changetip

Who is this Elliot Rodgers you are all talking about?

Funny how living can make you want to go on living.

I.e. live more.

I know this is a serious-ish sub, but I can't help but chuckle at hookers and blow as a cure for depression.

Please stop. Rodgers was batshit insane and refused to take his medication. He came from a broken home with an abusive stepmother and a neglectful father. I highly doubt that coke and whores would have solved his problems.

YES, THANK YOU!...

This is exactly what you do with a pussy that is tired of life. YOU SHOW HIM WHAT LIFE ACTUALLY IS!

You can't be depressed while doing coke, you can't be depressed while dancing on MDMA and you can't take life seriously while high on acid.

I do advocate for doing cocaine. Learn what being a alpha feels like(it doesn make you one, but it gives you a peak behind the curtains). I do advocate doing MDMA, learn what your body is capable of feeling and how limited your perception of the world is if you are stuck in your depressed pussy/beta paradigm seeing everything trough a beta filter.

Note, this is a experiment to open your mind to what is possible, like vegas, cocaine is highly addictive and addiction is a pussy trap. Most betas already have almost no control of their life, so you could end up fucking yourself over hard.

The blue pillers will scream at the top of their lungs that that is horrble and that you should send him to terapy, a man should love his pathetic life. And if he doesn't he needs to be sedated and medicated out of his mind, because a zombie is better than a autonomous human being. Here is the deal.

This shit scares them worse than suicide, because suicide is a valid option in their world view, not obeying and actually living just blows their mind, it's a notion that threatens the system at a fundamental level and if such a glitch can exist, their whole world view is invalidated.

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Just as a real quick aside, you can think whatever you want about this topic, and there are definitely some impactful lessons to be learned from a story like this, I would agree there is some merit in a person becoming suicidal and taking that as an opportunity to live life without fear.

But by all means, do not start going to r/suicidewatch or something and just start advocating fucking prostitutes and doing drugs to those people. Depression is a serious and complex issue, it takes a little more than a rush of endorphins to cure.

This is like one of the "One thing I need to do before I die".

However, I think it's a little different from Elliot Rogers, since his problem was with women and this dude was in depression, but nonetheless I could have helped him not to kill 6 people.

If you ever plan to come to Mexico I or /u/RojoEscarlata can give some tips.

The problem with Elliot Rodgers was his attitude of entitlement mixed with psychosis (the psychosis enabling him to act upon his narcissistic attitude). He seemed to believe a certain lifestyle, a certain status, a certain level of accomplishment -- that they should be granted to him, rather than earned by him through persistent, dispassionate self-critique and personal development.

Really the problem with Americans and the West as a whole is the prevailing and malignant culture of entitlement. Currently on the front page of reddit is an account by a 46-year old man of how his life in banking, his family and marriage, that all were a waste, totally oblivious to the profound reality that in the greater context of human history, having your wife cheat on you and being miserable working a 9-5 is actually win compared to hunger, disease, intellectual or physical disability, and premature death.

Gratitude and relentless personal development must take the place of entitlement and apathetic narcissism for us to have any hope.

Hookers and blow is pretty fun though.

This sounds like the plot of an oscar winning movie

I am extremely jealous of his near death experience.

From the editor of the article:

Personally speaking, after a week filled with cocaine and sex with Mexican prostitutes, I’d descend into a deep, dark state of depression from the effects of my moral hangover. I’m glad it worked for this guy, though.

When you're that low in life going to immoral lows somehow actually has the reverse effect. But if you have a holier-than-thou attitude then yes banging filthy whores and doing hard drugs for several days in a row will make you feel dirty and possibly depressed.

He did his AMA here on Reddit.

I do not know about Elliot Rogers (the guy was a psycho) but if you are in the pit of depression, the thought of blow and women is not at all alluring. Nothing is. You just want everything to end.

... Or if you're planning to murder. Whilst I agree noone is "entitled" to sex, I'd rather they get some entitlement sex than go on a killing spree. A lonely and angry man (usually unsexed) is a dangerous thing

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Elliot Rodgers thing - he was a psychopath

He wasn't a psychopath. If he was a psychopath he wudnt have cared about if he got girls or not. psychopaths lack emotion. Rodgers was too emotional.