People who killed themselves.
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I dont pesonaly but my sister did.The girl was basicly my sister's enemy(?) and the girl walked into a room where her boyfriend was right as he shot himself in the head.The sight of that made her so depressed,considering she already was also,she got rope and hung herself.Its pretty sad about what happened to her.
That's an awsome fucking story! Seriously, I don't think I'll read a story with more awsomeness in it for a long time! Thanks for sharing that!biofiend said:
On another, kind of funny note, a guy I once knew decided to hang himself. Only he decided to hang himself in the lamp hanging from the ceiling and as he weighed about a 100 kg it he didn't die as much as he hit his bum very hard.
He's fine now though, so all's well that ends well I guess.
Thankfully, no.
However, my friend keeps talking about suicide... I try my best to stop him though.
However, my friend keeps talking about suicide... I try my best to stop him though.
A classmate of my sister jumped in front of a speeding train. Can't say I was traumatized.
Oh, and the father of one of my childhood friends, although it's unsure if it was suicide. He was on a lot of sleep meds and fell, and bled to death on broken glass. I think he kinda OD'd on the sleep meds too.
Oh, and the father of one of my childhood friends, although it's unsure if it was suicide. He was on a lot of sleep meds and fell, and bled to death on broken glass. I think he kinda OD'd on the sleep meds too.
That's awesome. Could you post the story(s) of that? Definitely leave out/change original names to protect the innocent. I think it would be very inspirational and uplifting for this thread. It's people like you that are the heroes.Flamingpenguin said:
Am I the only one that sees this as (Albeit poorly worded) "No I arrived in time to stop them"?Sebenko said:
OT: I consider myself fortunate to not know anyone who has, and I wish it to remain such.
Even though I am not really in a position to say, the pain felt by those left behind is not something I would ever wish on another person.
Devil's Advocate:
I'm speaking as a person who has at one point attempted suicide, rather than someone who was affected by it. Death in general is a difficult thing to deal with, and don't get me wrong, I'm not endorsing suicide. But the situation that goes through each death must be varied enough that there isn't just a clear answer on whether it's right or wrong. I guess I'm brining in the whole thing about euthanasia into this as well. I don't really believe in the 'sanctity of life', so yeah...
One thing I don't think is right, is when young people (like under 18) kill or try to kill themselves. They're not old enough to make the judgement and people should be caring for them. But, like a movie rated 18, or porn or whatever, if you're an adult you should be able to make the choice yourself....
I'm speaking as a person who has at one point attempted suicide, rather than someone who was affected by it. Death in general is a difficult thing to deal with, and don't get me wrong, I'm not endorsing suicide. But the situation that goes through each death must be varied enough that there isn't just a clear answer on whether it's right or wrong. I guess I'm brining in the whole thing about euthanasia into this as well. I don't really believe in the 'sanctity of life', so yeah...
One thing I don't think is right, is when young people (like under 18) kill or try to kill themselves. They're not old enough to make the judgement and people should be caring for them. But, like a movie rated 18, or porn or whatever, if you're an adult you should be able to make the choice yourself....
Trust me, the care you take of your friends who are that upset is amazing. I can categorically state that without you I wouldn't be here.Silent Lycoris said:
As for me, I don't know anyone who has actually committed suicide because they called me first, and I talked them down off ledges, away from the pills, or anything else I needed to do. I've accompanied them to psych's, hospitals, and churches in order to see that they get through it. All I can say is that to me, every life is priceless, and I'm just glad that my friends knew that I would always be there and had something inside that prompted them to call me.
Edit: I've considered this and realised that I do know of many people who have committed suicide. Mostly they've been family friends that I am aware of but don't know, some have been students at my school that I've never met but who were beloved of everyone they did know, and there was my uncle-in-law (who was an abusive jerk), and *shocked to recall* my grandfather, who gassed himself upon being told he had cancer and Social Security had finally worked out he was defrauding them. There are friends of friends, and most recently my (ex) aunt-in-law's brother (bipolar) finally succeeded in taking his own life. I can see the trails of devastation left, the reaction of the entire community in the wake, but like I said, so far in those closest I've been there in time. I can only hope/pray I will continue to be.
I've tried multiple times. I guess the disconnect for me is that while I treasure the lives of everyone around me, I haven't taken my own so seriously. More to the point, I haven't seen it as the gift it is, but more like a curse that some selfish God threw me into this bubbling Hell, and left me here to suffer.unreal713 said:
But for those who have left us, by their own choice, all I can say is that they loved those they left behind, it just wasn't as strong a tie anymore as getting away from all the negative feelings, the draining of their time, energy and heart by the personal demons plaguing them. I can only hope that life goes on elsewhere, but if not, if we truly are nothing more than a collection of neurons randomly firing, then I believe that they take a piece of us with them, and leave pieces of themselves behind too.
I am one of the lucky ones, in that I failed (twice), or some tiny piece of hope remained (probably about once every six months for a while), prompting me to reach out to my friends, and like the angels they are, they reached back and anchored me here with them. They are the blessing of my life.
But like I said, sometimes, in some of the darkest places, where light only denotes another train about to run you over, in some of the deepest holes, it's not that they don't love us. It's that they're yearning towards freedom, towards the light we sense but cannot see, towards the dream of an end to the pain, to the anguish, to the struggle; where we can simply be. In peace, and love, and light. And it's a powerful dream...
If you want the official term it's actually SI, for "Self-Injury". As an ex "cutter" I'd really rather not be associated with a "fashion". SI is a deep psychological problem, often (although not always) related to such traumas as rape/sexual abuse and screaming out their deep need for help and healing. "Emo" is a stereotype; "SI" is a description.Cleril said:
*Gets down off high horse*