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[quote=Anonymous][quote=Anonymous][quote]People don’t die by suicide because they have nothing to live for. They die by suicide because they have lethal symptoms of a little understood disease with mostly ineffective treatments. The fact that she has so much to live for surely was a strength that she could draw up son as she fought for her life all of these years. She fought SO hard. The fact that she lived to her late 70’s with a. Disease that might have killed her many times over is a testament to her outsized courage, fortitude, and will to live.[/quote] Yes, exactly.[/quote] There have been a number of recent suicides of famous people with bountiful resources and blessings and extraordinary lives who nonetheless fell victim to the black dog. The dog does not distinguish and our primary tools to treat it are actually quite underwhelming in terms of long term efficacy, regardless of the positive messages sold by Big Pharma to convince doctors to hand out psych drugs like candy. I’ve been musing on suicide since I was a teen and my own first attempt. I cultivated early and often the perspective that we can never know what lurks in other mens hearts, no matter how they appear on the surface. Early in high school I read this poem in English class and I always think of it when I learn of a suicide like Naomi’s: Richard Cory BY EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrayed, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich—yes, richer than a king— And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. [/quote]
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