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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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WHAT
IF YOU DON'T SUCCEED? CHAPTER 15 |
I had a long debate with myself about whether or not to write
this chapter. On the one hand, what
I have to say to you here is both unpleasant and, some might
argue, unnecessary. On the other
hand, I promised you an honest book. Since most people who
attempt suicide do not succeed, I
feel I would be cheating you if I didn't share what I know about
what can happen if you try to kill
yourself and fail to get the job done. So, I will keep my
promise.
The first time I realized that suicide was something less than a
sure thing and not a slick and easy
way to solve one's problems, I was interviewing a man who had
just been admitted to a
psychiatric ward. We'll call him Charles.
Charles had been depressed for many months. A middle-aged man,
he had been out of work for
most of a year and his unemployment checks had stopped. He had a
family to feed and, try as he
might, he could find no solution to his crisis. From his point
of view there was only one decision
left to him: suicide. He had reviewed his life insurance policy
and found that there was no
restriction on the payment of his death benefit if he should die
by his own hand. Upon his death,
his family would receive several thousands of dollars, dollars
he hoped would keep them going
in his absence.
The day he was admitted to the hospital Charles had gotten up
early and gone into the bathroom
with his hunting knife - a knife with a long sharp blade. He
took off his shirt. He placed the point
of the blade between two ribs over what he thought was his heart
and, with the force of both
hands, jammed the blade inward as hard as he could.
But Charles missed his heart. His missed it by a fraction of an
inch. "The pain was terrible, he
said. And the blood went everywhere. It ruined the carpet."
I was a young psychologist when I met Charles and, frankly, his
story made me wince. It
frightened me to imagine a man could be so depressed and
desperate as to shove a knife into his
chest for a few thousand dollars. Until that moment I, maybe
like you, had always thought of
suicide as a neat and tidy act where, after the person has died,
you would see him or her lying in
a casket like anyone else - all visible signs of trauma to the
body carefully concealed from
friends and family by the mortician's art.
But here was a man in a full chest bandage talking calmly about
how he wished he'd known
better where his heart was so that he could have cut it open and
died.
"I should have shot myself, said Charles, "but I needed some
cash and had to hock my guns a
few months back."
Charles's wife had found him lying on the bathroom floor in a
pool of blood and, with the help of
her sons, they managed to get him to an emergency room where the
surgeons removed the knife,
sutured him, and sent him on to the psychiatric floor. He was
alive now, but not out of danger,
and it wasn't until several months later that, with the help of
the staff and a vocational
rehabilitation plan that would train him in a new profession,
that Charles was able to return to a
full life.
Humans Are Hard to Kill
Most people contemplating suicide do not realize how difficult
it is to kill a human being. We're
actually made of pretty tough stuff and despite what you may see
on television or in the movies
about how easily people can be killed, it doesn't happen that
way in real life. Maybe, because of
our exposure to these fictional versions of dying and our
willingness to believe death is simple,
we don't want to understand that dying can be both difficult and
painful. Charles found this out
the hard way, and so have thousands of others who have tried to
kill themselves.
True, there are some methods of suicide that are more successful
than others. But even the most
lethal methods can fail. Consider what happened to the following
people - all of whose identities
have been changed to protect the real person.
Tom, a teenage boy, put a .22 pistol to his head and pulled the
trigger. The bullet entered his
temple, ripped through his brain, ricocheted around the inside
of his skull, and lodged in his jaw.
He did not die. Now severely brain-damaged, he lives on in a
nursing home- unable to work or
go to school.
Mary jumped from a high bridge into a river. Many people have
died making this same jump.
Mary did not. Rather, she entered the water at a bad angle and
broke her back. She was rescued
before she could drown. Mary lives in a wheelchair.
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George shot himself with a large-caliber pistol in the stomach.
He destroyed a kidney.
Fortunately, he had two.
Bryan, arrested on a drug charge and fearful of his parents'
reaction, attempted to hang himself in
jail. He succeeded only in strangulating himself and losing
consciousness. The loss of oxygen to
his brain caused permanent brain damage.
Janice cut her wrists sideways. One of the cuts ran deep enough
to sever a tendon. Janice used to
play the piano. She still plays, but not so well.
I could go on, but I think I've made my point.
If you think about suicide attempts the way we counselors do,
you would know that there are
serious, first-degree attempts, second-degree attempts, and
third-degree attempts. First-degree
suicide attempts are planned, deliberate, premeditated acts
involving the most lethal means.
Second-degree attempts are more impulsive, unplanned, and not as
well thought out. Thirddegree
attempts are those in which the person deliberately puts himself
in a dangerous situation
in which he may die, but his intent is not so clear. But all
attempts, even very serious, firstdegree
ones, do not guarantee results.
Maybe these fine distinctions don't matter to you. Or maybe you
haven't thought through all the
possible outcomes But if you are thinking about killing
yourself, please be aware of at least one
other potential outcome: You may not die!
The general rule is that the more lethal the method you try the
more damage your body will
sustain and the greater the likelihood that you will end up
disfigured or disabled if your attempt
fails. As cold and hard as that sounds, it is nonetheless true.
Overdoses of pills can lead to respiratory failure and may cause
a coma from which you may
never recover. Even modest overdoses of some over-the-counter
pain remedies can destroy vital
internal organs. A high-speed crash in a car may leave you a
cripple for life. Slashing your wrists
will not only leave scars, but you may permanently damage the
tendons and muscles that control
your hands.
As Tom and others have learned, even a pistol shot to toe head
does not guarantee death.
As heartless as it may sound, I have heard doctors and nurses
say of someone they have just
managed to save from death and who they know will now be
permanently disfigured or
handicapped, "Maybe they would have been better off dead." And
please remember that because
of modern lifesaving methods and technology, the doctors are
saving more and more people
who, only a few years ago, would have died of their
self-inflicted wounds.
As some suicide attempters have learned, a failed attempt can be
a double curse. Not only have
they failed to do what they set out to do but now, in some
cases, they no longer have the means
or freedom or physical ability to finish the job. They may find
themselves confined to a bed in a
nursing home, unable to care for themselves and prisoners of
their own making. And, once the
treatment staff know that you have made a suicide attempt, they
will take every possible
precaution to see to it that you do not try again.
You will not be permitted to have anything sharp in your
possession - no knives to cut your
meat, no razor to shave with. They may not let you have a belt
to hold up your pants. You will
not be permitted into a bathroom alone. You will be put on what
is called a "suicide watch" and
you will have very little, if any, privacy. In a word, no one
will trust you for fear you will try to
kill yourself again.
Even if the consequences of a failed suicide attempt are not so
disastrous as a lasting disability or
confinement to a nursing home or mental hospital, there are
other unpleasant consequences.
Ann was a fifteen-year-old girl when she first cut her wrists.
She helped make me aware of
another problem I hadn't, at the time I met her, thought of.
"I have to wear long-sleeved blouses all the time, she said,
"even in the summer. When those
big, clunky bracelets were in, I could sometimes get by. They
would just cover the scars -
provided no one looked too close. I never go swimming or to the
beach because you can't hide
these scars when you're in a bikini.
Ann told me that when people did notice the scars on her wrists,
they would sometimes
innocently ask, "What happened to your wrist?" Then, realizing
how such scars are usually
gotten, they would catch themselves and apologize. "It's very
embarrassing, Ann said. "You feel
like you have to make up some story - otherwise they'll think
the worst.
I know that what I have said here may amount to some kind of
scare tactic and that I'm trying to
frighten you out of your thoughts about the suicide solution. In
a way, I suppose I am. But
because I have met so many people who have attempted suicide and
failed, I thought I ought to
share with you what I have seen and heard and learned from
others.
I know it is not enough just to warn people who want to kill
themselves that, if they try, they may
not succeed and some terrible unanticipated consequence may
follow. But because I know that
once you are in that terrible and lonely place and in the midst
of that awful crisis of whether to
live or die, you may convince yourself that the solution you
seek will be neat and clean and tidy
and final. This is part of the logic of suicide: that death will
be quick and easy.
But I will quote Murphy's Law, "If a thing can go wrong, it
will." And Murphy's Law, I'm afraid,
applies just as well to suicide attempts as anything else.
Other Consequences
Beyond the possible damage to your body if you fail to die in
your attempt, there are a host of
other complications. Most of these have to do with the way
people will react to your attempt,
how you will feel and think about yourself, and how your life
will change as a result of not
dying. I have tried to write about some of these consequences
elsewhere in this book. But here,
for now, I simply wish to remind you that a suicide attempt is
like throwing a stone into a quiet
pool - the impact of the stone sends ripples far and wide -
ripples that affect you and everyone
you know. That effect of a failed suicide attempt is often an
unknown one, one which neither I
nor anyone else can predict.
Finally, I hope that what I have said here does, in fact, put a
bit of uncertainty into your thinking
about suicide. Perhaps if I can convince you that your best-laid
plans can go awry and that you
just could end up in much worse shape than you can possibly
imagine, then maybe you will think
twice about killing yourself.
One thing I know: if you can hold on and get through the
troubled times you are going through
you will, sooner or later, come to realize that you are stronger
than you think. You will, in years
to come, look back on this crisis as just that - a crisis like
many others you have survived and
will survive.
There is nothing romantic or mysterious about dying by suicide.
Failing to die by suicide is not
only unromantic it is a sad and tragic irony. If the newspapers
printed all the stories about what
happens to people like Tom and Charles and Ann and the thousands
of others whose plans to
suicide have failed and who have ended up crippled or disfigured
or disabled, it just might cause
all of us to think, not twice, but three times before we tried
to kill ourselves.
As Ann said to me, "Tell them not to try. It's stupid. |
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