National Suicide Prevention Week

Being suicidal is embarrassing. I should be better, stronger, cope well, and not need anything from anyone. I should be as strong, or resilient as I see others in my life who are not suicidal on a regular basis.

I’ve written about it, thought about it, talked about it, but when I’ve attempted – a really pathetic attempt, btw – I wondered if I could get someone to kill me. It wouldn’t be murder; I was asking for it, but what would that do to them? I can’t ask someone to harm their soul to help me die.

Also, if I wasn’t successful at ending my life, maybe I should be here. Maybe there’s hope, maybe there’s reason to stay.

Sure, I can continue to live with my shitty coping skills, and inability to control my PTSD, and failed trials of antidepressants, therapy, DBT, TMS, and now my doc wants me to try ECT, and it’s just another awful thing to endure to try to make my life more bearable.

If I found work I could stick with and manage, that would be good, and I continue pursuing doable employment, but you know what employers really like? People who consistently show up and aren’t depressed on the job. They like people who can let shit roll off them and carry on and not get overwhelmed and anxious, and they really hate it when you’re too drugged to do your work adequately. I’m sorry I’m late, I had to take medicine that knocked me out, and now three cups of coffee later, I’m jittery and still can’t focus on my work, and now that’s added to my shame bucket too.

Friends and family have their own busy lives, with their own issues piled up, and the laundry’s not sorted, and the bills might not be paid, and the kids are driving them nuts, or have to be at soccer practice, and good luck, I really hope you get the help you need, and I’m more alone than before I got the courage to call.

Happy, peppy me is the best me, and I like her the best too, but sometimes I pay more for her appearance than if I could allow myself to be quiet and observe.

I pay either way, really, because observing is seeing it all through my depression shield, or filter, or whatever simile works, and the point is I’m never in true connection.

I broke up with my significant other, or tried to, but he thinks I’m just fucked up me & my mood will pass, and he’s right, but why does he stay with me? I couldn’t take the trauma drama. I hate the trauma drama! I’d like to not be me. I’d like to disappear because it’s clear I’m not healing.

It’s clear that all the education, groups, therapy, drugs, meditation, yoga, exercise, eating right, thinking good thoughts, and all the things I try to do to get my life under control has not worked, and why would I hope for anything to change now?

My son deserves his mother, even if I’m guilt-ridden, & shame-filled, but still love him with every fiber of my being. My significant other deserves a healed me, but I’m really unsure he’ll ever get that, so I probably will have to leave and let him get on with his life.

I like me when I’m not around anyone. It’s lonely at times, but I don’t hurt anyone else. It’s sad to know that. It’s really gut-wrenching & messed-up that’s reality for me, but nothing is changing and I don’t know what else to do.

The survival will can obviously be overcome, and the best thing friends or strangers can do is not judge. And maybe listen, or maybe be with me in my pain because it’s not catching, it just sucks.

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© seekingsearchingmeaning (aka Hermionejh) and Abstractly Distracted’s Blog, 2010 – current

 

Author: Hermionejh

Laughter is my drug.

4 thoughts on “National Suicide Prevention Week”

  1. You are a very brave person. It must have taken so much to write and post this. Keep going, you are so strong. Much much stronger than you think. Your partner stays with you because they love and respect you, they believe that you are worth it, even when you don’t believe it yourself. Mental health has a way of making us believe that we are unloveable, it’s all a lie. You do deserve to be loved and cared for.
    Thank you for sharing your story. ❤
    – Hannah
    (www.paintmeasmile.co.uk)

  2. Jerri, I ‘m so sorry you have to deal with this. It is so hard for you.

    In the category of “Why don’t you mind your own business”, I was thinking of a wonderful friend who is on the spectrum, but also, for years, suffered with depression. He, and then his daughter, went to see Aaron Beck, a *clinical psychologist* at U of PEnn. IT made a difference. Now, I will humbly back out of your business, with much love, and respect for how much your have achieved, despite this pain.

    love you madly, Lois

    Lois Sellers http://www.lsellersdesign.com lsellers555@gmail.com

    Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.

    Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

    – Martin Luther King, Jr.

    On Tue, Sep 12, 2017 at 12:09 AM, Abstractly Distracted wrote:

    > Hermionejh posted: “Being suicidal is embarrassing. I should be better, > stronger, cope well, and not need anything from anyone. I should be as > strong, or resilient as I see others in my life who are not suicidal on a > regular basis. I’ve written about it, thought about it,” >

    1. No, Lois, don’t back out of my business! I am grateful you care, and grateful for your thoughts! I’d like to check out Aaron Beck, and I appreciate you taking the time to read & comment too! Love you back, muchly. xo

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