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Depression
is Depression
is when you can't sleep and you get so bored
looking at your roof, that you spend weeks
nights contemplating what to do with it only to
find that you wouldn't have enough determination
to do it.
depression isn't always suicide.
depression is ovbious to only yourself. suicide
is ovbious to everyone.
depression is, and always will be, my, and many
others, mays of life.
depression runs my life. makes me do things i
shouldn't do.
depression is that voice in the back of your
head telling you, that you need help.
depression makes you gain weight, loose weight,
not eat, eat too much.. do drugs. give or take a
few.
depression has the feeling of death, without the
dying part.
depression is still killing you even if you have
the best things in the world.
depression isn't just having too little, it's
having too much as well.
depression is never seeing your father happy.
depression is loosing your brother too his
girlfriend.
depression is the killing of the broken pieces
of your heart.
depression is slow motion and fast motion at the
same time.
depression is the illusion that the world has
turned it's back on you and everyone in it.
depression is seeing happiness everywhere you
go.
depression is hoping to survive and hoping not
to at the same time.
depression isn't contemplating suicide, but
wishing you were already there.
depression is when the only thing that cares is
the depression itself.
depression is when you are at school and you
can't remember things you learnt in grade 5.
depression is falling alseep in your favourite
subject.
depression is hating yourself because your
parents hate you.
depression is the hatred of your family.
depression eats your insides witha smile on it's
face.
depression is the look in your eyes when you
wake up in the morning, knowing you have to live
another day.
depression is yourself. you are depression.
depression makes you who you are and who you'll
always never want to be.
depression makes you miss your old self, but
once your better, you miss depression.
but for me, mostly, depression is all of these,
plus, depression is when you have had it so long
that you are scared of who you will be when and
if you get better. you wonder if you could
survive happy and if the happiness would eat
you.
now ask yourself.. do you have depression?
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FOR
THOSE WHO HAVE TRIED CHAPTER 14 |
After thinking about who might read this book I realized that at
least some of you may have
already made a suicide attempt. Maybe you are sitting in a
hospital dayroom with fresh stitches
in your wrist. Or maybe you are at home alone. Maybe no one
knows that you have just tried to
end your life. I can't know your circumstances, but because I
have some idea of what you might
be going through, I want to talk with you about what you have
tried to do and what I think it
means to have done it.
From a statistical point of view, many experts believe that once
you have attempted suicide, you
are now at a higher risk of attempting it again and, maybe one
day, of succeeding. If I can, I want
to try to reduce that risk to you.
Since I cannot know what has happened in your life that brought
you to the decision to end it, I
cannot talk about these things except in the most general of
terms. So what I want most to do is
to talk with you about what you might be going through in these
hours and days after you have
tried to kill yourself and to help you understand that, once you
have tried to die by suicide, it
does not mean that you must or will try it again.
Your Reactions
Many people who have unsuccessfully tried to end their lives
feel as though they have, as in
everything else lately, failed again. Some of them are angry
with themselves. They feel confused
and guilty. They feel stupid and foolish and as though, even
though they tried to do the one thing
that would make things better, they ended up making things
worse.
More than one person who has recently attempted suicide has said
to me, "I've really made a
mess of things now, haven't I?"
To be candid, sometimes they have. I will talk about some of the
possible consequences of an
failed suicide attempt in another chapter, but for now I want to
focus on what you might be going
through and what you can learn from what has happened.
Most everyone I have talked to has felt, in the hours right
after the attempt, frightened by what
the act itself. In the days or hours just before they made the
attempt, many of them felt some
sense of control over their immediate future, as if they finally
had mastered the situation that
seemed so impossible. Some of them felt a certain calm or
serenity in the final hours before they
tried to end their lives.
But after their attempt had failed they suddenly felt that sense
of control slip away, as if they
were once again thrown back into the chaotic world they had just
tried to escape. They found the
world had not changed for the better, and sometimes it seemed
even worse. Then, as they began
to accept the fact that they did not die, they became frightened
by the power of their own
emotions - emotions that could push them to an act of
self-murder.
Some people have reported a sense of relief at having survived a
suicide attempt. Many have told
me that they were glad they didn't die after all, that they were
glad they thought to save
themselves at the last minute or that others were there to
rescue them from their attempt. Still
others have felt just the opposite.
"Why did they bother to save me?" Mary said. "I wanted to die.
Why couldn't they just let me
go? Couldn't they see that's what I wanted?"
Mary had taken a lethal overdose. Had it not been for the heroic
work of the doctors and nurses
she would have died. She was angry with the hospital staff. She
swore at them. They had foiled
her plans and forced her to live.
Until I met Mary, I had never known anyone who was so insistent
on killing herself. She had
made up her mind, made her plans, and carried them out. Only by
a stroke of luck (a neighbor
dropped by to borrow a TV Guide) had she been found unconscious
and rushed to the hospital.
In the weeks that followed Mary's suicide attempt, she remained
angry - angry at herself, angry
at the people who had saved her, angry at the judge who ordered
her to see me, angry at me for
trying to convince her life was better than death, and angry at
the world in general.
But in time Mary came to understand her anger; its source, its
meaning, and learned that she
could turn her anger into energy for positive change. Mary's
anger, in the end, was the thing that
saved her.
In many ways Mary had a right to be angry with life, but only
with help did she gradually come
to understand that she was not to blame for all the things that
had gone wrong in her life. In time
she began to see that killing herself was only one way she could
deal with her anger. There were
other, more productive ways to use anger and, as we worked
together, she found ways to retarget
her anger and to express it in healthy, purposeful directions.
Many months after her suicide attempt Mary said, "I guess I was
mad at the wrong person. But
that doesn't mean I'm not still mad. This is still a pretty
lousy world.”
These many years later, I still get a Christmas card from Mary.
She's still angry, but at least she
no longer blames herself for everything that goes wrong.
For some, one suicide attempt is enough. One brush with the real
possibility of dying is enough
to jar the person into a new plane of reality. Many people have
recovered from their suicidal
crisis and attempt, decided that the reason they thought they
wanted to die was not a good
enough reason, and then gone on about the business of living
with a bold new vision of what life
could be. As one young woman told me after attempting to kill
herself over the loss of a
boyfriend, "To think, I almost killed myself over that bum!"
For others, though, the first suicide attempt becomes a haunting
memory, a set of negative
thoughts that hound them each time they find themselves hurt or
depressed or lonely. They have
attempted the ultimate solution once and, having tried it once,
they sometimes feel compelled to
try it again. This, in my view, is the curse of the
self-fulfilling prophecy. A self-fulfilling
prophecy is, simply, a belief that one has a certain destiny and
that, no matter what else you may
do, you are bound to live out that destiny.
If, for example, you believe that you will one day die by your
own hand and you never challenge
that belief or seek to change it or discard it, then that belief
hangs there somewhere in the back of
your consciousness, waiting until just the right set of
circumstances. Then, when the chips are
down and the desperation begins, BOOM! Here comes that old
thought: "I must kill myself!"
A philosopher once said that the thought of suicide is a great
consolation; by means of it one can
get successfully through many a bad night. This observation is
an example of how thinking
about suicide can be both a relief and potential enemy.
Thoughts of suicide are a relief for all of us to know that we
have the power to end our own
suffering any time we wish, but such a thought becomes an enemy
if we believe such an idea
carries the force of our own self-imposed law. It is as if one
is saying, "I know that if things get
bad enough, I can always kill myself.” This is very different
from the thought that "I know that
if things get bad enough, I must kill myself!"
So even though you may have tried suicide once, it does not
necessarily follow that you must,
sooner or later, take your own life. If life is a play and you
are the scriptwriter, then who says
you can't change act III?
Who says you can't rewrite the ending to your own play?
Simply put, and even though your life has been running like a
Greek tragedy recently and your
suicide attempt is proof positive of that fact, it doesn't mean
it has to end that way. You might, as
I frequently do with my clients, ask yourself a question, "Who's
writing this play anyway?"
The Reaction of Others
I want to talk briefly about how others may react to your
suicide attempt. And I want to do this
so that, if you have recently made an attempt, you will know
something of what others might be
feeling or thinking.
First, there is no single or predictable reaction to a suicide
attempt. Some people will show
immediate sympathy and understanding. Others will be angry with
you, as if you have done
something to hurt or embarrass them. Some may be ashamed of you,
ashamed that you could
have done something so terrible to yourself and against God.
One reaction is almost always predictable: you will have
frightened those who know and love
you. How they handle their fear of your life-threatening act
will vary, but you can bet that
because you made an attempt to end your life, they have been put
in fear - a fear that is partly out
of their concern for you and partly out of concern for
themselves.
"He didn't really mean to hurt himself,” the father of a
teenaged boy said. "He was just fooling
around.”
The boy in question had attempted to hang himself and was found
just as he was losing
consciousness.
But there was no question that he had made a suicide attempt.
The father, out of his need to deny that anything could be wrong
with his son or himself or his
family, hoped to deny to himself and anyone who would listen
that everything was not fine.
Denial is a major psychological defense against fear and anxiety
and all of us use it at one time
or another. Unexamined and unchanged, the denial by others of
your suicide attempt is never
helpful to you or them. It is as if someone has said, "You did
not really try to kill yourself. Why
don't we all agree to forget the whole incident?" This
conspiracy of silence does no one any good
and, if anything, only increases the likelihood that the reasons
you sought to end your life will
remain a mystery - except to you.
If you go along with those who hope to "forget" the whole thing
you will be left alone with the
very same problems you had before and, therefore, the very same
thoughts about how to correct
them. So if there is a time for you to break out of this
conspiracy of silence, now is the time to do
it. If you must, go outside your family or your circle of
friends and find someone who can
understand what you have tried to do so that, with objective
help, you can find a better solution
than suicide.
Some of those around you will deal with their fear by becoming
angry with you and blaming you
for what you have tried to do. They may say something like,
"Look what you have done to me!"
Or, "How could you be so stupid?!"
Maybe this is the reaction you expected to get. Maybe you were
mad at them and your suicide
attempt was a way to let them know just how mad you were. Maybe
you set out to prove that
whoever is mad at you really didn't love you anyway and, now
that you have tried to kill
yourself, you have proof for your belief.
I don't know. But I do know that if that is what you set out to
prove and have now proved it, then
I hope one test of their love is enough and that you don't,
later and again, feel the need to test
them again.
The Best Outcome
What I hope has happened (or will happen) for you if you have
attempted suicide, is that some
change will take place in your life, some positive change. The
reasons people attempt suicide are
many, but I think all who try have some hope that by dying or
threatening to die they can bring
about some change in the way things are. They hope to end their
suffering, their pain, their
loneliness, or to stop the steady flow of losses in their lives.
Their attempt to suicide had a reason
and, at least in their minds, a good one.
So if you have attempted to end your own life I hope that good
things will now begin to happen.
I hope that now that you have survived the crisis, you will see
this is a time to look to new
beginnings, new possibilities, new opportunities, and new
relationships. An attempt on your own
life need not, automatically or in that awful power of the
self-fulfilling prophecy, lead to another
attempt. Rather, I hope that your suicide attempt can be an
opportunity for a new start, a rebirth
if you will.
Terry, a good friend of mine who attempted suicide when he was a
young man, said to me when
he learned I was writing this book, "Paul, I didn't start to
live until after I'd tried to die."
I won't pretend that everyone who has tried to die by suicide
can just jump up running and
change life in the twinkling of an eye. Few can do this. But
with help and time and a realization
that life can be more than it has been, I have no doubt that you
can find at least some of that
which you seek. Be it love, or success, or happiness, I am
certain of at least one truth: these
things are only available to the living. |
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