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Dec. 25th, 2009
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mseuphratesSuicide?
Ask the 25-year-old who tried to electrocute himself. He lived. But both his arms are gone.
What about jumping? Ask John. He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sense of humor. That was before he leaped from a building. Now, he's brain-damaged and will always need care. He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But, worst of all, he KNOWS he used to be normal.
What about pills? Ask the 12-year-old with extensive liver damage from an overdose. Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go.
What about a gun? Ask the 24-year-old who shot himself in the head. Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side. He lived through his "foolproof" suicide. You might too.
But ... who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling? Commercial cleaning companies may refuse that job--but SOMEONE has to do it.
Who will have to cut you down from where you hung yourself or identify your bloated body after you've drowned? Your father? Your mother? Your wife? Your son?
The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will NEVER completely recover. They'll feel regret and an unending pain.
Suicide is contagious. Look around your family. Look closely at the 4 year old playing with his cars on the rug. Kill yourself tonight, and he may do it ten years from now.
You DO have other choices. There are people who can help you through this crisis. Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call a family member. Call your minister or priest. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police. They will tell you that there's hope. Maybe you'll find it in the mail tomorrow. Or in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.
You say you don't want to be stopped? Still want to do it? -- Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later. And we'll work with whatever you have left.
Remember: Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
***IF YOU'RE READING THIS, PLEASE STEAL IT AND PUT IT IN YOUR JOURNAL TOO.***
And remember - I love you. Or you wouldn't be on my f-list.
Srsly. I love you all, and cherish your presence in my life.
Thank you for being my friends.
Now, for the addendum..and the harsh truth..sometimes there is no answer, no hope. Things just are not going to get better. I make it through a day without vomiting from stress and I am a winner. I go through a night and get more than 2 hours sleep and I am victor. I get through a 24 hour period without my chest feeling like it is in dress rehearsal for the 'big one' and I am content. ..or will be I am sure.
But here is the deal. There are two groups of people. There are some who would eagerly gloat if I were to commit suicide and I have no desire to give them the satisfaction. And there are those which would suffer pain and none of them, and yes I mean none of them, deserve it. This is my issue and it is something shall only hold myself responsible for. And I have made a promise, and while I am not perfect, I do try to live up to my promises. Esp to those I love. And so one carries on not because tomorrow will get better but because one has to.
And besides, having quit smoking it seems to make that a pyrrhic victory?
Ask the 25-year-old who tried to electrocute himself. He lived. But both his arms are gone.
What about jumping? Ask John. He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sense of humor. That was before he leaped from a building. Now, he's brain-damaged and will always need care. He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But, worst of all, he KNOWS he used to be normal.
What about pills? Ask the 12-year-old with extensive liver damage from an overdose. Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go.
What about a gun? Ask the 24-year-old who shot himself in the head. Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side. He lived through his "foolproof" suicide. You might too.
But ... who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling? Commercial cleaning companies may refuse that job--but SOMEONE has to do it.
Who will have to cut you down from where you hung yourself or identify your bloated body after you've drowned? Your father? Your mother? Your wife? Your son?
The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will NEVER completely recover. They'll feel regret and an unending pain.
Suicide is contagious. Look around your family. Look closely at the 4 year old playing with his cars on the rug. Kill yourself tonight, and he may do it ten years from now.
You DO have other choices. There are people who can help you through this crisis. Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call a family member. Call your minister or priest. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police. They will tell you that there's hope. Maybe you'll find it in the mail tomorrow. Or in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.
You say you don't want to be stopped? Still want to do it? -- Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later. And we'll work with whatever you have left.
Remember: Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
***IF YOU'RE READING THIS, PLEASE STEAL IT AND PUT IT IN YOUR JOURNAL TOO.***
And remember - I love you. Or you wouldn't be on my f-list.
Srsly. I love you all, and cherish your presence in my life.
Thank you for being my friends.
Now, for the addendum..and the harsh truth..sometimes there is no answer, no hope. Things just are not going to get better. I make it through a day without vomiting from stress and I am a winner. I go through a night and get more than 2 hours sleep and I am victor. I get through a 24 hour period without my chest feeling like it is in dress rehearsal for the 'big one' and I am content. ..or will be I am sure.
But here is the deal. There are two groups of people. There are some who would eagerly gloat if I were to commit suicide and I have no desire to give them the satisfaction. And there are those which would suffer pain and none of them, and yes I mean none of them, deserve it. This is my issue and it is something shall only hold myself responsible for. And I have made a promise, and while I am not perfect, I do try to live up to my promises. Esp to those I love. And so one carries on not because tomorrow will get better but because one has to.
And besides, having quit smoking it seems to make that a pyrrhic victory?