Discussion Limerence and Suicide

[Superdeterminist]

Does anyone else experience suicidal feelings through a kind of lens of limerence? Like, feelings of limerence (for a particular person) are combined with the suicidal feelings in some way? I don't think it has always been like this for me, or is always like this when I feel ctb urges. But it very often is, these days. I find that it adds some strange melancholic beauty to the otherwise mostly grim experience of ctb feelings. Thoughts of dying in obsession with someone who perhaps doesn't even know your name...and not enjoying this idea, but lamenting it, and having the sadness fuel your motivation to finally commit.​

 

[Ashu]

Does anyone else experience suicidal feelings through a kind of lens of limerence? Like, feelings of limerence (for a particular person) are combined with the suicidal feelings in some way? I don't think it has always been like this for me, or is always like this when I feel ctb urges. But it very often is, these days. I find that it adds some strange melancholic beauty to the otherwise mostly grim experience of ctb feelings. Thoughts of dying in obsession with someone who perhaps doesn't even know your name...and not enjoying this idea, but lamenting it, and having the sadness fuel your motivation to finally commit.​

This is the way I love, and yes, the longing for the loved person and the longing for death have often come together for me, and I'm experiencing a milder form of this these days in connection with a long-loved woman whom I recently spent time with again after not seeing her for many years. The Italian poet of despair Giacomo Leopardi, who died a virgin at thirty-seven, nailed it in Amore e morte, "Love and Death".

 

[Superdeterminist]

This is the way I love, and yes, the longing for the loved person and the longing for death have often come together for me, and I'm experiencing a milder form of this these days in connection with a long-loved woman whom I recently spent time with again after not seeing her for many years. The Italian poet of despair Giacomo Leopardi, who died a virgin at thirty-seven, nailed it in Amore e morte, "Love and Death".

I never knew about that poem. Leopardi is great, I've seen many excellent quotes from him about the woes of existence.

 

[Ashu]

I never knew about that poem. Leopardi is great, I've seen many excellent quotes from him about the woes of existence.

Schopenhauer acknowledged a great debt to him.