The best part was when I roomate who already did with aleve lol didn't show up for work one day. So they take me out to go help them get him. And they find me on my comp with a giant (500 pills) bottle of excedrin and freaked out. Then I told them it was mine cause I need them and boy did I get weird looks.
I can sorta understand this sentence but... what?
Stuff happens. Whoops I meant to say they found him at my comp lol. Though really should've been able to tell from the context
Yeah I don't think so >_>
Oh no I put I instead of My too. Yep impossible to figure out I roomate = my roomate. Or that I meant he was on the comp when I talk about how they took me out of work to get him or that I had to tell them it was mine not his... seriously mess up 2 words in 60 and you can't read it? Well I guess if english isn't your first language...
Das, I can't understand half of what you write normally, even when you don't mess up 2 words.
After my bf and I lost our baby a couple years ago, things were really *** up. He was off work with a bad knee, had to have surgery and I had to take care of him, money issues, family issues. We started fighting really bad one night and he left to go to a friend's house and cool his head.
I started thinking of our son and how much I missed him, and something kinda snapped in my head and made me think... well if I take those pills right there... I can go see him. Though I'd obviously have to be dead to go see my baby, my intention wasn't to kill myself at the time. I know it sounds stupid, but w/e, you aren't in my head to understand it. I really don't even understand it...
I grabbed the bottle of muscle relaxers and took all I had in the bottle, about 55-56 I'm told. My bf came home in time to save me. He was so upset he couldn't drive so his mom had to take me to the hospital. I was committed and had to stay in the hospital for 10 days, and I got a lot of help. I was diagnosed with depression, post partum and bi-polar while I was there, so I guess that's a good thing that came of it...
Anyway... my thoughts on it are that I'd never ever try anything like it again. After seeing what my actions did to my bf and the rest of my family, I couldn't do it again. I've never seen any of them so hurt before. I still think about my baby and what it would be like to have him, but I know wherever he happens to be now is better than here with me. I'll be with him one day, and that's good enough for me... no need to rush it, I have plenty of things I still need to do here.
I personally don't think it's "cowardly" to commit suicide. Especially when you consider the most common fear is the fear of the unknown. There's nothing more unknown than death. Though billions of people have died, not one has been able to tell the tale once passed. Such a curious event that religions have tried to explain it or reassure people of what happens when it occurs.
You need some serious balls to make the final action to end your own life. I think explaining it away as a cowardly act is just something to reaffirm your attitude of the person who committed suicide. I'd assume that you'd look down on them in response to your own deep fear of death.
As for reasons, the most common reason would likely be the feeling of hopelessness. Don't think this is a purely human trait, because it applies to animals as well. Once the conditions are met, the person who has the will to die usually cannot be reasoned with. It would be equatable to telling a rapist "no", it is beyond the means of the ego and has passed on directly to the very id of the person.
So really, you're arguing from the standpoint of the ego. From an ego or super-ego perspective, explain lust, hunger, and the fight-or-flight response. You can't without sounding barbaric. Likewise, it's very difficult to understand the intense desire to die from an ego or super-ego perspective.
Though billions of people have died, not one has been able to tell the tale once passed.
Plenty of people have come back from being dead. Sure it might have only been for a few minutes. And yeah they might have had some brain damage but still
My cousin, who had been a very kind and loving man (my fave cousin out of 22 of them) found out his wife was leaving him, and going to clean him out in the process. He shot her in the chest at point-blank range, then turned the gun on himself, with their 10-year old son and 14-year old daughter in the house. He did this 2 days before Christmas, 5 years ago. The family will never be the same, the devastation he left behind is indescribable.
There's no way of understanding what went through his head in those last moments. I personally cannot comprehend doing anything like that, and I've been through some pretty rough stuff in life. I don't know if it's some sort of chemical reaction in the brain that is maybe unique to certain people, or what. I honestly hope medical science can figure it out someday, because the one thing suicidal people never seem to consider is the pain of those they leave behind.
There were a lot of people that called me a coward and got really pissed at me for doing what I did. But they can kiss my ***.
If you've never been to the point where you were thinking it was an option, then *** off with calling others cowards for it. You don't know what was going through my head or through other's heads when the thoughts came up, so get over yourself.
There were a lot of people that called me a coward and got really pissed at me for doing what I did. But they can kiss my ***.
If you've never been to the point where you were thinking it was an option, then *** off with calling others cowards for it. You don't know what was going through my head or through other's heads when the thoughts came up, so get over yourself.
Is that an offer?
Also idk always hated the thought of what it would do to the people left behind
There were a lot of people that called me a coward and got really pissed at me for doing what I did. But they can kiss my ***.
If you've never been to the point where you were thinking it was an option, then *** off with calling others cowards for it. You don't know what was going through my head or through other's heads when the thoughts came up, so get over yourself.
Is that an offer?
Also idk always hated the thought of what it would do to the people left behind
That thought is why I'll never do what I did again. Seeing how bad I really *** with people hurt almost as bad as losing my baby.
i mean, they can go ahead and rate it down, but ***, i've never possessed a suicidal tendency or even mere thought of doing such before with that moral in mind, so i'm happy either way you look at it
hell, i even listen to some pretty negative-thought-producing music, which imo music is a notable influence in some cases; still smiling away every day i wake up, because in the end, i value the ones around me
Quote:
The song is about a car crash. The boy is already dead and the fiddler (grim reaper) is urging the young girl to join him, who is dieing but not instantly dead. The parents are like the boy, instantly dead.
Apparently Hansi Kürsch saw a car crash a week before writing this song, so he wrote it about that (just a rumor)
D:
on an outgoing note, i'm sorry to hear of that mrs. spoons-that-are-blue, but it's cheerful to hear of your recovery from such an incident
I've been through phases where I've just felt really alone, and that I'll never do anything or get anywhere with my life, so why go on with it. But I've never given it any serious thought because I know it's all my own actions that have put my life into the state it's in. However, I've also never had anything truly traumatic happen to me, which I'm sure could push me into a whole different line of thinking. I've heard many stories about people who have killed themselves, and just left everyone around them wondering why. Why did such a smart, friendly, young etc. person end it all and leave so much behind? It's those stories that make me realise that no matter what you think you've been through, unless you've actually been right on the brink, and seriously attempted it yourself, then you simply can't understand what is going through people's heads when they do it. And maybe not even then.
On the other hand though, I can also understand why people would be angry with their friends for killing, or attempting to kill themselves. Many people see it as the cowards way out, because the person chose to just give up, rather than man up and face their problems. In doing so, they also left behind many people that cared about them, without giving any apparent thought to how their death would affect those people. But that reasoning, I think, comes from the logic of my first paragraph, in that these people who are angry, simply can't understand what lead their friend to do it. They may think they understand, but again, without having been there themselves, they'll just never know.
It's a tough issue because it's so deeply psychological. I don't think there's any advice you can really give to either party that will really change anything. Humans don't react well to things they don't understand, maybe that's one of the causes of suicide itself, but it's certainly a cause of the anger of their friends. But what can you do? If it's their lack of understanding that makes them angry, and you can't make them understand, then what can you do?
I guess it's all just a matter of time to heal the wounds. Family, friends, respect and understanding are probably a very good start for those that are left behind. Not just after a suicide, but after any tragedy or during any time of stress or duress. Even if you don't, or can't understand the situation, the ability to own up to that, and respect that it IS something you don't understand is the next best thing.
After my bf and I lost our baby a couple years ago, things were really *** up. He was off work with a bad knee, had to have surgery and I had to take care of him, money issues, family issues. We started fighting really bad one night and he left to go to a friend's house and cool his head.
I started thinking of our son and how much I missed him, and something kinda snapped in my head and made me think... well if I take those pills right there... I can go see him. Though I'd obviously have to be dead to go see my baby, my intention wasn't to kill myself at the time. I know it sounds stupid, but w/e, you aren't in my head to understand it. I really don't even understand it...
I grabbed the bottle of muscle relaxers and took all I had in the bottle, about 55-56 I'm told. My bf came home in time to save me. He was so upset he couldn't drive so his mom had to take me to the hospital. I was committed and had to stay in the hospital for 10 days, and I got a lot of help. I was diagnosed with depression, post partum and bi-polar while I was there, so I guess that's a good thing that came of it...
Anyway... my thoughts on it are that I'd never ever try anything like it again. After seeing what my actions did to my bf and the rest of my family, I couldn't do it again. I've never seen any of them so hurt before. I still think about my baby and what it would be like to have him, but I know wherever he happens to be now is better than here with me. I'll be with him one day, and that's good enough for me... no need to rush it, I have plenty of things I still need to do here.
i mean, they can go ahead and rate it down, but ***, i've never possessed a suicidal tendency or even mere thought of doing such before with that moral in mind, so i'm happy either way you look at it
hell, i even listen to some pretty negative-thought-producing music, which imo music is a notable influence in some cases; still smiling away every day i wake up
Quote:
The song is about a car crash. The boy is already dead and the fiddler (grim reaper) is urging the young girl to join him, who is dieing but not instantly dead. The parents are like the boy, instantly dead.
Apparently Hansi Kürsch saw a car crash a week before writing this song, so he wrote it about that (just a rumor)
D:
that's pretty badass man, I can learn good things from you
Recently had a friend commit suicide, Valentine's Day to be exact.
What's the deal with our youth today?
Is it really that bad?
What causes us to mentally cock block ourselves into believing we can't escape the way we currently live?
What makes us believe things will never change or get better?
Personally I'm just plain tired of this. I'm fed the fuck up with it.
So give me your thoughts on suicide / experiences with people who have died on you and how it impacted you.
Personally I'm pretty shook up by it, his parents and sister are devastated. His niece and nephew are too young to understand at this point but will be impacted by it.
Why take everything you have when all you and those around you have is to lose?