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Only briefly at best. TBH part of the problem for me was that my family aren't and (at the time) weren't aware of my depression, my problems at the time and the few times it ever came up in discussion, my family members simply told me to 'stop being stupid'. In short, I believed (and to some extent still believe) that my family didn't care. I know that sounds terrible but I seriously think that if I mentioned anything to them about my depression/anxiety, they wouldn't and don't care. I haven't even told them 'properly' that I'm suffering from depression, or that I'm currently undergoing counselling. |
Well I suppose there's more people around you than just your family?
Eitherway, the way Geddy describes it. This is the way I think suicide works for most people. Even if there's a way out, they're not going to see it at that point, as obvious as it may be. And for that reason only I think suicide can never be selfish. You would do different if you knew how to. |
As far as depression goes, I reckon joining social clubs is a primo way to deal with a lot of things. I realise it's hard to "just do it" when your in a low, convincing yourself that something is constructive can be the hard bit. But just a chance to meet people doing the same thing you might enjoy (tabletennis, scrabble, dancing, basketball) giving you that fresh spin on things is primo.
If nothing else it's a chance for other people in your community to identify with you. |
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I only tried suicide. (Well... no ****, of course I only 'tried')
Through a large ingestion of poison. Strangely enough, it wasn't out of depression at all. It was more a megalomaniac feeling of being able to just die, and not give a ****. Also, strangely enough, it came after I actually got my **** sorted, and everything seemed to be working out ok, almost as if it was the reason for doing it in the first place. Arrived at the hospital, learned I didn't really ingest enough to do anything, and ended up with thousands of dollars of bills, and part of this really tacky kindergarten-escue support group thing. Apart from a couple of the people I met briefly through the support group thing, was a waste of time, and felt like more of a reason for these really flawed, frankly phony, scam government organizations(at least the ones I was dealing with) to charge me, and then reduce the price at the cost of other branches of the government. Tried seriously only a few times after that. Not once out of depression. Always out of rage, and the feeling of gaining control in my rather dull life. Never anything serious. Think I busted up some blood vessels in my neck once trying to strangle myself with a belt. Nothing like slit wrists, or anything. Apart from the poison one, I'm not even sure whether or not they were really suicide attempts, or just ways to exhaust my inner frustrations in lack of direction in life. Haven't tried in awhile, and don't feel compelled to. Maybe because I finally feel in control, and with direction. Don't know... Interesting times, though. |
How come so many people on this forum are sow ****ed up?
And yes that's a very serious question. I really wonder. |
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I don't know, I've never seen so many people with so much serious problems together on one forum. I don't say it's a bad thing, I just wonder :)
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He does have a bit of a point. I haven't personally seen such a conglomeration of people with challenges in their lives or reckless behaviour.
Not an insult, merely an observation. |
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