Anonymous wrote:What stopped me from obsessing about suicide (which I did from 9-22 years old) was that I told myself that I will definitely do it when I'm older. I know that sounds weird. I promised myself I would do it at a later time and, each time I thought about it, I reminded myself it was settled and I am(was) going to do it when I'm older. Eventually, I stopped thinking about suicide or even considering it as an option. I am 48 years old now and I am content to live my life and to see it through to the end.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My son killed himself. Including his younger brothers, we are left holding the bag knowing that we will never see him again. Our lives changed so decidedly and abruptly that we still have difficulty functioning after 9 months.
Before he died, I occasionally had those thoughts. Knowing I had three children to raise made it easier to shuffle those thoughts out of my head. Since my son's death, suicide is never an option for me because I know the pain that it would cause for those who love me.
It is a pain that is so traumatic that it seems that the pathways in our brains have been crossed up. My middle son had to be hospitalized because the pain was so overwhelming that he withdrew from life and was cutting himself. I have another son who occasionally cries himself to sleep. My husband and I are shadows of our former selves.
This, OP, is why suicide can never be the answer to my mental pain. There are resources available to me that I would have to exhaust. I owe it to those who love me to do more to keep myself healthy. We were clueless about our son and I spend far too many hours wishing I could turn back time. I have firmly promised that I will never do this to the people I love.
Oh PP lm just so sorry. I'm literally crying for you. Know that someone cares about you and your family. Sending hugs to your sons.
Are you getting help? Please, for your kids, find the right meds cocktail. Or try ketamine. New treatment for resistant depression. You deserve to have a life free from pain.
wow, I am crying reading this too.
I think and fantasize about suicide a lot. If you met me you would never guess that I feel this way as I seem to have it all together. However, I spend hours thinking through how i would kill myself (the series of actions I would take and how it would play out). It's incredibly comforting to me to imagine just ceasing to exist. I would do anything to just end the pain of being me that I have felt since I was little.
The only thing that stops me is that that logically I know it would just transfer that pain to my kids. I love them so much and am so protective of them, especially my youngest who is only 9. I feel like at this point the logic is overriding the pain. I wonder if this will always be the case.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My son killed himself. Including his younger brothers, we are left holding the bag knowing that we will never see him again. Our lives changed so decidedly and abruptly that we still have difficulty functioning after 9 months.
Before he died, I occasionally had those thoughts. Knowing I had three children to raise made it easier to shuffle those thoughts out of my head. Since my son's death, suicide is never an option for me because I know the pain that it would cause for those who love me.
It is a pain that is so traumatic that it seems that the pathways in our brains have been crossed up. My middle son had to be hospitalized because the pain was so overwhelming that he withdrew from life and was cutting himself. I have another son who occasionally cries himself to sleep. My husband and I are shadows of our former selves.
This, OP, is why suicide can never be the answer to my mental pain. There are resources available to me that I would have to exhaust. I owe it to those who love me to do more to keep myself healthy. We were clueless about our son and I spend far too many hours wishing I could turn back time. I have firmly promised that I will never do this to the people I love.
Oh PP lm just so sorry. I'm literally crying for you. Know that someone cares about you and your family. Sending hugs to your sons.
Anonymous wrote:My heart aches for OP and all of you who're hurting.
My H has afib and it got really, really bad recently, to the point where he couldn't even lie down to sleep. In some really despairing moments he's vented that he'd prefer shooting himself over what he's going through. It was very upsetting to me, especially since we have 2 toddlers. So I made a deal with him about never saying such things out loud. Now I'm wondering if that's perhaps not the best approach. I didn't believe he meant it, but what if...
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I'm afraid I'll traumatize my daughters.
You will. My husbands mom did it, and all five kids were traumatized. They are all now in their 40-50s, but I still think it affect them every single day.
Anonymous wrote:My son killed himself. Including his younger brothers, we are left holding the bag knowing that we will never see him again. Our lives changed so decidedly and abruptly that we still have difficulty functioning after 9 months.
Before he died, I occasionally had those thoughts. Knowing I had three children to raise made it easier to shuffle those thoughts out of my head. Since my son's death, suicide is never an option for me because I know the pain that it would cause for those who love me.
It is a pain that is so traumatic that it seems that the pathways in our brains have been crossed up. My middle son had to be hospitalized because the pain was so overwhelming that he withdrew from life and was cutting himself. I have another son who occasionally cries himself to sleep. My husband and I are shadows of our former selves.
This, OP, is why suicide can never be the answer to my mental pain. There are resources available to me that I would have to exhaust. I owe it to those who love me to do more to keep myself healthy. We were clueless about our son and I spend far too many hours wishing I could turn back time. I have firmly promised that I will never do this to the people I love.