A serious talk tonight, as serious as I can get, anyway. Have learned to laugh at almost anything and everything, but this topic, NOT.
My 14 year old niece has been with me for several days. She wanted to watch a series “13 reasons why” on Netflix, so I agreed. She had already watched some episodes. It is about a teenager who is bullied and raped in a school that idolizes their male athletic team. Not all, but many were guilty of what I stated above. This beautiful, kind, young teenager takes her own life, and leaves these tapes telling why she decided to end her own life, sadly. Now I’m trying to decide where to go with this blog from here. It certainly showed the torment of her parents, and how her death has affected her friends.
I don ‘t want to share too much on this in case you haven ‘t watched it and plan to. I will add that before each episode the audience was warned of graphic, violent, hard topics. And at the end of each episode gave hotline numbers and offered information on where to go if you are in need of help. I was impressed with this. I was impressed with it all, because I am a truth seeker and speaker. These two traits can make me very unpopular, very quickly. I don’t do it for that. I just strive for the truth and as hard as I try to relay my view, opinion, or what i believe to be the truth in whatever, I’ve learned that a lot of people go about their lives with very little honesty. Honesty with others, their honesty to themselves. It’s rather sad.
Now I am going to tell you how this two season show affected me. I am going to speak on the topic of suicide, so please choose whether you want to read this knowing that. I am also going to unveil a dark side of what it’s like to live through four major depressive disorders, and working on the fifth. My late mom would prefer I didn’t share such personal things, but for me, it’s not that I have shame, and I’m so tired of the antiquated stereotype, and stigma around mental illness. I’m tired of the lack of help I, and others I know with their own mental issues are seeking, needing. We need to do better here. So my sharing is so if I can help just one other person from feeling alone, slighted, branded with mental illness, wanting help but not able to find it, then . it’s worth my sharing this part of my life.
I could relate on many levels to this young teenagers struggles. Each time she decided to give her life “one more try”, and giving others a chance to possibly reach her, or help her, they disappointed her. I have on numerous occasions in my life, had my own “Why NOT to, and WHY TO lists going. I’ve saved a few only to serve as a gauge, to remind myself of the progress I have made, and the strength and courage I have had living with major depressive disorder. I have contemplated suicide on numerous times in my life, and in the not so far away past. So as I watched this show, I was relating, and at times was choked up. I’ve had family member and friends who have succeeded at taking their own lives. I see the hell family members go through. The questioning, the guilt, the anger, a before they turn the corner to once again pose the question “WHY?”
For those who read this who have contemplated the same, I just want you to know that you aren’t alone in your struggles. And should you ever need an ear, drop me a message and we can set something up. I’m not looking to be anyones therapist, but just a human being reaching out their scarred hands to another one in the depths of despair. There have been times that I have gratefully made it, but in absolute shock that I have made it as far as I have, given the darkness i find myself in.
I don’t believe I really want to die, I just want some peace, and when in the throws of it, I can see no other alternatives, and as many friends and family members I have, when I am at my darkest, I isolate from family and friends, and my thinking is so distorted that I cannot think of anyone to call! I don’t believe others really want to die either, I think suicide comes when they just cannot take any more pain, because someone who is depressed IS IN IMMENSE PAIN. I obviously cannot speak for everyone, but when I hear someone has taken their life, I say a prayer for them, or a few, and I pray that i hope they found the very peace they longed for, and I do believe they find it. If only they could’ve held on one more day, night, if only something good would happen, and then the added problem of distorted thinking, can they see it if it is there?
I’m sorry for anyone who has lost a child, parent, grandparent, friend, niece, nephew, sibling to suicide. My heart goes out to you, and I do say prayers for families who are left with the aftermath, the questions to a puzzle of 100 pieces in which you probably get 50 or 60 pieces too, maybe a few more here and there over time, but to a healthy mind, it is just a stupid, selfish thing to do. I don’t think it’s selfish. Sorry. I think every person has their breaking point, and while many who struggle with this at one time or ten in their lives, they reach a place where they can’t see any other solution, and that is sad.
I can’t tell you how many times ai have reminded myself “It’s always darkest before the dawn’, and I’ve held out, hoping for light, warmth soon, and it has always came. Maybe not in my timeframe i want, but relief does eventually come. It really does. But the distress and pain those who have done this and succeeded on their loved ones is overwhelming.
I have made and set some rules for myself. Some of you reading this are probably thinking “what a fucking whack job this woman is!’, and that’s okay, your entitled to your opinion, but I could never follow through with taking my own life while my parents are still alive. I could never do this to them. Having just lost my mother, and my dad having major health issues, and fails a bit everyday, I think about the pact I made to myself. What will happen should my father die before me?
My meds are kicking in, and I would like to continue this blog tomorrow, as I want to talk about the things that people do and can do that help me when I am in the darkness,. They don’t even know they are doing it. I want to talk about the signs and struggles of those with mental illness, particularly depression. I want to share my story and my experience to help another and to help myself. I do not feel so alone when I write, and I know we are never alone, whether we have no family and friends or not!
Stay tuned for more on this topic. For those reading this, I wish you peace, love, self love, respect and most of all I wish you HOPE. Hang tough. It’s so true, it is always darkest before the dawn.
Love to one and all.