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yeah, i only understand that when its in cells or something, where there aint no other way. that's a pain & drowning & lingering optionWhy so many suicides by hanging the past few years?
yeah, i only understand that when its in cells or something, where there aint no other way. that's a pain & drowning & lingering optionWhy so many suicides by hanging the past few years?
I read, for what its worth, kate spade got obsessed with robin williamsWhy so many suicides by hanging the past few years?
Kate Spade was bipolar and reportedly was having financial and marital problems. So sad how bad it was for her to leave a note to her 13 year old telling her it's not her fault.I read, for what its worth, kate spade got obsessed with robin williams
I hear you, feel the same way.Rattle and Hum said:Man, these celebrity suicide deaths are slowly killing me. I can feel it and don't even know why (other than the depression of course).
Hoping this public post is cathartic for me somehow. Hope all in this & depression thread are well.
Help us understand. Please. Bourdain is wrecking me.My wife and I had a really definitive type of discussion on suicide tonight. It actually started at our local café and made its way home. It was a good one. She is where I was before I read things like here. Real stories. I don't even want to get into the conversations but thank you to the ffa for helping me try to understand.
It's not about understanding. I can't. To me, life is so precious. It is such an amazing thing. I feel sad for people that don't realize that.Help us understand. Please. Bourdain is wrecking me.
We can never know what is really going on with someone. Clinically depressed people feel alone and lonely, that no one understands or cares, even when they look happy surrounded by seemingly a loving family and friends. Having a kid didn't tip the scale the other way for him or Kate Spade. And add the pressures of fame makes it harder for celebs.Help us understand. Please. Bourdain is wrecking me.
?My father committed suicide 6 weeks ago. There. I said it. There’s no way to sugarcoat it. It’s reality. It happened.
My feelings are all over the place. I’m angry. I’m sad. I feel guilty. I’m numb. It’s all I think about. From the time I open my eyes, til the time I sleep. It haunts me. So many questions. Not many answers. What did I do? What could I have done?
My brother died a year ago. My father couldn’t handle it. We all knew it. He was the golden boy. I think he was the only person my father ever truly loved.
This cloud hangs over all of us now. Life is awkward and uncomfortable. Like a bad dream that you can’t wake up from. We all fake it. Fake laughs and fake smiles. Nothing is real. I wait for things to get better, or just get back to normal. But I know that’s not possible. This is the new normal. It’s dark and empty.
RIP Dad. I hope you're out of pain, even though we are all still immersed in it.
If you’re in this dark place, please reach out for help. Reach out to the one person you can trust. If you have no one you can trust, call the hotline. Call a therapist. Call someone. You’ll leave hell behind if you don’t.
Damn. Too much to digest. Please don't let it make you think of it.My father committed suicide 6 weeks ago. There. I said it. There’s no way to sugarcoat it. It’s reality. It happened.
My feelings are all over the place. I’m angry. I’m sad. I feel guilty. I’m numb. It’s all I think about. From the time I open my eyes, til the time I sleep. It haunts me. So many questions. Not many answers. What did I do? What could I have done?
My brother died a year ago. My father couldn’t handle it. We all knew it. He was the golden boy. I think he was the only person my father ever truly loved.
This cloud hangs over all of us now. Life is awkward and uncomfortable. Like a bad dream that you can’t wake up from. We all fake it. Fake laughs and fake smiles. Nothing is real. I wait for things to get better, or just get back to normal. But I know that’s not possible. This is the new normal. It’s dark and empty.
RIP Dad. I hope you're out of pain, even though we are all still immersed in it.
If you’re in this dark place, please reach out for help. Reach out to the one person you can trust. If you have no one you can trust, call the hotline. Call a therapist. Call someone. You’ll leave hell behind if you don’t.
That was something to read, brother. I'm sorry. Time does slowly heal even though the kind of scars you'll all have will always be there. They're alright. I'm very hesitant to post in this or the depression thread, but I'm glad you understand your dad was in pain and at least it's gone. Maybe that knowledge can work to reduce some of yours.RIP Dad. I hope you're out of pain, even though we are all still immersed in it.
Thank you for sharing @Man In The Box Hoping and praying for peace for you and your family.My father committed suicide 6 weeks ago. There. I said it. There’s no way to sugarcoat it. It’s reality. It happened.
My feelings are all over the place. I’m angry. I’m sad. I feel guilty. I’m numb. It’s all I think about. From the time I open my eyes, til the time I sleep. It haunts me. So many questions. Not many answers. What did I do? What could I have done?
My brother died a year ago. My father couldn’t handle it. We all knew it. He was the golden boy. I think he was the only person my father ever truly loved.
This cloud hangs over all of us now. Life is awkward and uncomfortable. Like a bad dream that you can’t wake up from. We all fake it. Fake laughs and fake smiles. Nothing is real. I wait for things to get better, or just get back to normal. But I know that’s not possible. This is the new normal. It’s dark and empty.
RIP Dad. I hope you're out of pain, even though we are all still immersed in it.
If you’re in this dark place, please reach out for help. Reach out to the one person you can trust. If you have no one you can trust, call the hotline. Call a therapist. Call someone. You’ll leave hell behind if you don’t.
Damn. My deepest condolences, thoughts and prayers to you and your entire family. The strength it must have taken to post that (including your train of thoughts and emotions) is beyond courageous. Regardless of what some think of this forum- there is lots of love and support here. If you ever need to tap into some of that--- you have all of us here and ready to listen.My father committed suicide 6 weeks ago. There. I said it. There’s no way to sugarcoat it. It’s reality. It happened.
My feelings are all over the place. I’m angry. I’m sad. I feel guilty. I’m numb. It’s all I think about. From the time I open my eyes, til the time I sleep. It haunts me. So many questions. Not many answers. What did I do? What could I have done?
My brother died a year ago. My father couldn’t handle it. We all knew it. He was the golden boy. I think he was the only person my father ever truly loved.
This cloud hangs over all of us now. Life is awkward and uncomfortable. Like a bad dream that you can’t wake up from. We all fake it. Fake laughs and fake smiles. Nothing is real. I wait for things to get better, or just get back to normal. But I know that’s not possible. This is the new normal. It’s dark and empty.
RIP Dad. I hope you're out of pain, even though we are all still immersed in it.
If you’re in this dark place, please reach out for help. Reach out to the one person you can trust. If you have no one you can trust, call the hotline. Call a therapist. Call someone. You’ll leave hell behind if you don’t.
My dad killed himself when I was 15. All I can say is that things do get better. Remember the feelings you have now and when things are tough in your life, remember how many people rely on you and care about you.My father committed suicide 6 weeks ago. There. I said it. There’s no way to sugarcoat it. It’s reality. It happened.
My feelings are all over the place. I’m angry. I’m sad. I feel guilty. I’m numb. It’s all I think about. From the time I open my eyes, til the time I sleep. It haunts me. So many questions. Not many answers. What did I do? What could I have done?
My brother died a year ago. My father couldn’t handle it. We all knew it. He was the golden boy. I think he was the only person my father ever truly loved.
This cloud hangs over all of us now. Life is awkward and uncomfortable. Like a bad dream that you can’t wake up from. We all fake it. Fake laughs and fake smiles. Nothing is real. I wait for things to get better, or just get back to normal. But I know that’s not possible. This is the new normal. It’s dark and empty.
RIP Dad. I hope you're out of pain, even though we are all still immersed in it.
If you’re in this dark place, please reach out for help. Reach out to the one person you can trust. If you have no one you can trust, call the hotline. Call a therapist. Call someone. You’ll leave hell behind if you don’t.
Thank you @kuttaMy dad killed himself when I was 15. All I can say is that things do get better. Remember the feelings you have now and when things are tough in your life, remember how many people rely on you and care about you.
The hardest feeling to overcome is the guilt, but it’s also the one that should be the easiest in a sense. There’s really nothing you could have done. He was a man with his own thoughts and demons, and you have yours and we all have ours. Just use this to try to drive you to be a better husband, father, brother, and friend.
I promise you, it will get better.
:(My father committed suicide 6 weeks ago. There. I said it. There’s no way to sugarcoat it. It’s reality. It happened.
My feelings are all over the place. I’m angry. I’m sad. I feel guilty. I’m numb. It’s all I think about. From the time I open my eyes, til the time I sleep. It haunts me. So many questions. Not many answers. What did I do? What could I have done?
My brother died a year ago. My father couldn’t handle it. We all knew it. He was the golden boy. I think he was the only person my father ever truly loved.
This cloud hangs over all of us now. Life is awkward and uncomfortable. Like a bad dream that you can’t wake up from. We all fake it. Fake laughs and fake smiles. Nothing is real. I wait for things to get better, or just get back to normal. But I know that’s not possible. This is the new normal. It’s dark and empty.
RIP Dad. I hope you're out of pain, even though we are all still immersed in it.
If you’re in this dark place, please reach out for help. Reach out to the one person you can trust. If you have no one you can trust, call the hotline. Call a therapist. Call someone. You’ll leave hell behind if you don’t.
Cancer. He was 40, same age I am now.:(
How did your brother die?
Of course...which is where the selfishness opinion comes from. When someone commits suicide, it leaves friends, family/spouses, etc with a range of emotions from guilt to anger to sadness. In the case of spouses, I think quite a few suicides are done in a "I'll show you" mentality. Look at the Kate Spade suicide and the note she left her kid. Yes, she was depressed and had some sort of mental illness but a big part of her suicide was out of spite against her husband who was about to divorce her. Not cool.Here's something I've been worried about. I wonder if the overflowing praise and hero worship we give to the people who've died can be troublesome when they've left people behind. Especially a child.
I worry about folks that are in the same situation as @Man In The Box who sadly can relate in a way that's much different than we can. I don't have an answer on how to handle it. But I fear it's something we as society aren't being sensitive to or careful enough with.
I asked @Man In The Box privately if that was something we could talk about here and he said he was good talking it. His voice is obviously most powerful here but I'd like input from everyone.
I am in the same situation. My father did it at the end of March. My son(10) has had some of the worst of it. I get upset with him every time I hear about another one.My father committed suicide 6 weeks ago. There. I said it. There’s no way to sugarcoat it. It’s reality. It happened.
My feelings are all over the place. I’m angry. I’m sad. I feel guilty. I’m numb. It’s all I think about. From the time I open my eyes, til the time I sleep. It haunts me. So many questions. Not many answers. What did I do? What could I have done?
My brother died a year ago. My father couldn’t handle it. We all knew it. He was the golden boy. I think he was the only person my father ever truly loved.
This cloud hangs over all of us now. Life is awkward and uncomfortable. Like a bad dream that you can’t wake up from. We all fake it. Fake laughs and fake smiles. Nothing is real. I wait for things to get better, or just get back to normal. But I know that’s not possible. This is the new normal. It’s dark and empty.
RIP Dad. I hope you're out of pain, even though we are all still immersed in it.
If you’re in this dark place, please reach out for help. Reach out to the one person you can trust. If you have no one you can trust, call the hotline. Call a therapist. Call someone. You’ll leave hell behind if you don’t.
Rock on @Jayrod We're with you.Popped in here...well....cause it has been a rough month and this topic has been often on my mind.
Enjoyed wikkid's message above (as usual).
Been hit with another round of depression over work and general life stress. Apparently this is where my mind goes now. Had to get back on the SSRI's 3 weeks ago. Have fleeting thoughts of "it sure would be easier if I didn't have to do any of this anymore," don't buckle my seatbelt, obsessed with reports on Spade and Bourdain, etc. Not making plans, not writing notes, but lingering thoughts that just won't disappear.
I'm one of those "everything looks great on the outside," types right now. My work stress isn't anything out of the ordinary. My home life stress is really pretty minor. I think just the combo of the two coupled leading to an inability to keep up with workouts and eating right as well my past depression made it really easy for me to slip back into a dark state.
I am fighting it (and winning), but there are still those dumb, lingering thoughts.
My advice is don't give up. Feed your mind with positive thoughts. Reach out to people you trust and ask for help. If you don't know anyone, call a hotline. People do care. At least reach out here.
I'm sorry @brettdj Stay tough there and you're doing a huge service for your sonI am in the same situation. My father did it at the end of March. My son(10) has had some of the worst of it. I get upset with him every time I hear about another one.
Joe, people that have survived suicide attempts talk about the enormous, devastating drive they felt to end their lives. They could not control their thoughts, and the urge to end it all was overpowering. I know we feel for the children of suicidal victims. But this isn't a choice. It's not selfishness.Here's something I've been worried about. I wonder if the overflowing praise and hero worship we give to the people who've died can be troublesome when they've left people behind. Especially a child.
With all due respect, not all suicides are the same....just like all murders are not the same. Some are simply rash, irresponsible decisions that are, unfortunately, irreversible. Think about a guy that just finds out his wife cheated on him. Or a person who just gambled away $100k in one night. Some people just make dumb decisions by committing suicide and it isn't always due to some long bout of depression.Joe, people that have survived suicide attempts talk about the enormous, devastating drive they felt to end their lives. They could not control their thoughts, and the urge to end it all was overpowering. I know we feel for the children of suicidal victims. But this isn't a choice. It's not selfishness.
I agree with this. Just another perspective, though: while human beings can sometimes act impulsively and without a lot of thought, I think the survival mechanism overrides that kind of impulse most of the time. It's one thing to gamble away your life savings. Death is far more final.With all due respect, not all suicides are the same....just like all murders are not the same. Some are simply rash, irresponsible decisions that are, unfortunately, irreversible. Think about a guy that just finds out his wife cheated on him. Or a person who just gambled away $100k in one night. Some people just make dumb decisions by committing suicide and it isn't always due to some long bout of depression.
I think it's deeper for us average folks that have severe depression and more specifically suicidal thoughts. The mind is already telling them they are worthless, can't cope, can't grow, are a burden, stink at life, am unworthy, what's the point, etc. It's all lies but they believe it as that's what the disease does.And regarding the "overflowing praise and hero worship", that's a common issue in society today. People feel like they really know these celebrities who past but the truth is they don't. They are just sad the talent is now gone.
Imo.
I read a good quote on this subject:And regarding the "overflowing praise and hero worship", that's a common issue in society today. People feel like they really know these celebrities who past but the truth is they don't. They are just sad the talent is now gone.
Good point.I think it's deeper for us average folks that have severe depression and more specifically suicidal thoughts. The mind is already telling them they are worthless, can't cope, can't grow, are a burden, stink at life, am unworthy, what's the point, etc. It's all lies but they believe it as that's what the disease does.
Along comes a multi-millionaire singer/actor with looks, youth, young family, success, and tons of promise who commits suicide. This can very well become a trigger for the average Joe or Judy with suicidal thoughts. I believe it's because they see these folks with seemingly everything to live for committing suicide and think, "wow, if they have all of that and can't cope, how the heck can I make it? I give less to this world then that (star) and actually suck the life out of everything around me. Maybe I should just complete the inevitable."
Just my opinion as well and would love to here how others afflicted view this topic.
That's pretty darn good.A quote I've heard before goes something like "suicide feels like jumping out the window of a burning building. No one ever wants to just jump out a window. But, for some people, it gets to the point where you can't handle the flames any more."
I get it, literally. I dont think I have anything else to say that would help other then I really like your stuff. You affected me positively in the past. You dont know who I am or where I live but you did that and thats cool.Popped in here...well....cause it has been a rough month and this topic has been often on my mind.
Enjoyed wikkid's message above (as usual).
Been hit with another round of depression over work and general life stress. Apparently this is where my mind goes now. Had to get back on the SSRI's 3 weeks ago. Have fleeting thoughts of "it sure would be easier if I didn't have to do any of this anymore," don't buckle my seatbelt, obsessed with reports on Spade and Bourdain, etc. Not making plans, not writing notes, but lingering thoughts that just won't disappear.
I'm one of those "everything looks great on the outside," types right now. My work stress isn't anything out of the ordinary. My home life stress is really pretty minor. I think just the combo of the two coupled leading to an inability to keep up with workouts and eating right as well my past depression made it really easy for me to slip back into a dark state.
I am fighting it (and winning), but there are still those dumb, lingering thoughts.
My advice is don't give up. Feed your mind with positive thoughts. Reach out to people you trust and ask for help. If you don't know anyone, call a hotline. People do care. At least reach out here.
I liked reading the words personal weather again!!!!!!Good point.
Funny thing is that we usually have a clearer picture of what we want than who we even are. Therefore, when we try&try&try and so often fall short, it's pretty galling to see someone living the dream who doesn't appreciate it or squanders their chances. But when what we dream isn't even enough to keep a public person going, it challenges the inner faith & judgement upon which our dreams are based. And the winds of our personal weather start to gather and whip and howl until we are afraid of our own insides. Trust me - we are bigger than our personal weather. It is NOT who you are and will blow past. Hold on to something and let it howl on by. It always will.
It continues to be a pleasure & honor to know you, prosopissah, and teach a person who works in two help professions and is a father to boot how stay in front of his life, even that nasty ol' personal weather. Your special brand of goodness has taught me right back and i'm glad we found a way to keep it going on..prosopis said:I liked reading the words personal weather again!!!!!!
I have been suicidal in the past and pretty much a wreck. Today I am not. I am not sure how long I have felt good and more importantly realized its ok to feel good. I had lots of help to get to this point and lots of help to not just turn the lights out permanently. Today I made a point today of telling a friend how they very likely saved my life and how special that is and how very thankful I am for that.
I extend the same feelings to wikkidpissah. He has never met me. I dont really know why he reached out to me and did what he did. I will say those actions and help he gave me was critical to how I am now. I have some really cool kids who may go on to do great things. What if I did something horrible. What would that have done to them? Its quite possibly it is not just me that was saved but many more by wikkids actions.
Thank you wikkid.
That's awesome. Thank you @prosopis for sharing and being strong and thank you @wikkidpissah for giving a damn.prosopis said:I liked reading the words personal weather again!!!!!!
I have been suicidal in the past and pretty much a wreck. Today I am not. I am not sure how long I have felt good and more importantly realized its ok to feel good. I had lots of help to get to this point and lots of help to not just turn the lights out permanently. Today I made a point today of telling a friend how they very likely saved my life and how special that is and how very thankful I am for that.
I extend the same feelings to wikkidpissah. He has never met me. I dont really know why he reached out to me and did what he did. I will say those actions and help he gave me was critical to how I am now. I have some really cool kids who may go on to do great things. What if I did something horrible. What would that have done to them? Its quite possibly it is not just me that was saved but many more by wikkids actions.
Thank you wikkid.
Even antidepressants and such meds can cause suicidal thoughts. Shows we are all different in how our body reacts to meds. One med I'm taking for cancer stuff has a small chance of causing cancer elsewhere. Go figure.By Catherine Thorbecke
More than one-third of American adults may be using prescription medications that can potentially cause depression or increase the risk of suicide, according to a study published Tuesday in the Journal of the American Medical Association.
Some hormonal birth control pills, heart and blood pressure medications, proton-pump inhibitors, antacids and painkillers were among the more than 200 commonly used prescription drugs that researchers said have depression or suicide listed as a potential side effect.
The researchers, from the University of Illinois at Chicago, looked at how more than 26,000 people from 2005 to 2014 used medications.
Because of how widely used some of these medications are, doctors and health care providers may be unaware of any increased risk of depression or suicide, even though they are known side effects, the researchers said.
Approximately 15 percent of adults who used three or more of these medications at the same time said they experienced depression while taking the drugs, while only 5 percent said they experienced depression among those not using any of the drugs.
For those using one of the medications, 7 percent said they experienced depression, and for those taking two drugs simultaneously, 9 percent experienced depression.
Ketamine shows promise for fast-acting help with depression, suicidal thoughts: Study
"The takeaway message of this study is that polypharmacy [being on more than one drug at once] can lead to depressive symptoms and that patients and health care providers need to be aware of the risk of depression that comes with all kinds of common prescription drugs -- many of which are also available over the counter," Dima Qato, the study's lead author and an assistant professor of pharmacy systems, outcomes and policy at the University of Illinois Chicago College of Pharmacy, said in a statement.
"Many may be surprised to learn that their medications, despite having nothing to do with mood or anxiety or any other condition normally associated with depression, can increase their risk of experiencing depressive symptoms, and may lead to a depression diagnosis," she added.
With the national suicide rate increasing, Qato said, "We need to think innovatively about depression as a public health issue, and this study provides evidence that patterns of medication use should be considered in strategies that seek to eliminate, reduce or minimize the impact of depression in our daily lives."
The study is cross-sectional, meaning it doesn't conclude that the medications used cause depression, but only that there is an association between the two.
I believe the price of ketamine to providers is less than $20 but each IV treatment costs an average of $500-$800 to receive. Like most newer medical treatments in US, the costs are high and insurance probably won't cover. At ten treatments within the first three months that's a pretty big nut to "try" something like this. Would appreciate hearing anyone's experience with it, though.belljr said:By Catherine Thorbecke
More than one-third of American adults ...
Ketamine shows promise for fast-acting help with depression, suicidal thoughts: Study
"The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling."Walking Boot said:A quote I've heard before goes something like "suicide feels like jumping out the window of a burning building. No one ever wants to just jump out a window. But, for some people, it gets to the point where you can't handle the flames any more."
Joe Bryant said:On the note of personal weather, I came across this tool when reading more about the topic. https://get.theweatherreport.org/
It's a quick and easy way to let people know how you're doing and how they can help and give them guidance. Might be something we could do here if you guys wanted.
Might be worth it's own thread for keeping it organized.
This."The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling."
...and just because David Foster Wallace is awesome:"The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling."