Quote From: broken_boyI'm back. Again. For the third time now. One or two of you might remember me. I'm probably just speaking about ricschic here, but basically what happened is... Idunno what happened. I can't remember much of anything. There's no real thought that goes through me any more. Just a constant feeling of pain. I'm so helpless. So I tried killing myself last month. I mean, I should at least be able to control when I die, right? Wrong. The last thing I'd want to do is handicap myself or hurt somebody else when attempting to do it. So I thought about it seriously. I decided driving off this ravine on a highway near I lived with no seat belt in my car would be the way. So I woke up that morning, feeling refreshed, ready for the end. I called up the few family and friends that loved me and chatted with them one last time and took my little cousin out to lunch at IHOP. For the first time, I felt good. I had taken control and I wasn't going to look back. I was going to make it so it wasn't an obvious suicide. I didn't want everyone thinking ill of me. I used to think ill of people who did that too. How ignorant and self-righteous I was. So I go to drop my cousin off at her house literally minutes before I was going to drive to the highway, and upon turning onto the street she lives on, she reaches over my lap and turns off my car with the keys as a gag. When I tried restarting it, it wouldn't. As I tried to restart the damn thing, my car started rolling down the hill faster and faster. I tried everything. The brake and the e-brake locked up for some reason, along with the steering wheel. We rolled past her house continuing down the street, past an intersection, almost hitting a car, up the sidewalk and right into a tree in front of the school at 4:00 PM, right when school gets off. It was a (excuse my language) ******* miracle I didn't hit anybody. I started rolling slow, but I was going about 35mph towards the bottom of the hill. And there was kids everywhere. We hit the sidewalk, got a little air and sorta landed on top of the tree, knocking it over and into the fence, knocking that over too. We were both wearing our seat belts and nobody was hurt. I wasn't scared for myself at all, but the whole time I kept thinking, God, please don't let me hit anybody. Needless to say, the entire bottom of my car was totaled. And it ruined EVERYTHING! I was so mad! I can't even control when I'm going to die. Please, is there anything I can do? Anything I have a say in? The one thing in my life that matters, I just want back! Someone reply to me and just say 'yes, you can.' Tell me HOW!
I remember making almost identical plans to end my life the same way years ago. When you feel so hopeless that the only way out seems to end your life and thus, the horrible endless pain, killing yourself seems so sensible and logical. But the problem is, when you feel that way, your brain is so clouded by negative chemicals--or rather starving for feel-good chemicals (natural, not artificial!), you can't really think sensibly or logically at all! Looking back, I'm so glad a good friend was there to talk me out of it and call for help! Otherwise, I never would have known the happiness I know today. I would have forever scarred my son, making him a survivor of his mom's suicide--and robbed myself of the joy of watching him grow up. Things eventually got better. Not all at once: clinical depression is a deep, dark hole, and it's a long hard climb out! But my husband got me to a good psychiatrist who assured me I wasn't crazy, just severly depressed and that fortunately, it was something treatable. He gave me some meds, set up bi-weekly appointments with a therapist, and eventually, things DID get better. The circumstances of my life didn't change-- but how I looked at them DID gradually change. I learned to acquire the tools to help me with the negative self-talk that led to the negative self-esteem I had.
So, please, don't end you life just yet. You can always do that later. Put it off long enough to give yourself--and the people you love and who love you-- another chance. It won't be easy, and it might be expensive--but so is dying! And your life is much more valuable and important that the bit of money you might have to spend to get the real help you need. Let your family help you--you know the one or two you can trust. Life CAN be good.
I'm SO glad I chose to live. Life is so good for me now. I still have problems. But I also have HOPE.