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caring is very important, you never know when someone might no longer be with you
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Mar 2003 time: 00:29
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Umm, has anybody who responded to this thread had real, unmedicated depression? I have. It's kinda like having to listen to "paint it black" every waking second of your life, day in and day out. No real reason, nothing to justify bad feeling, you just feel immense hatred for everything in general. Eventually it gets so overwhelming that I could see committing suicide just to stop the craziness. I got prozac before I got anywhere near that far, so now I'm pretty much eternally content, but I can imagine things getting so bad you feel like you have to go nownownownowNOW! The idea of taking others with you probably stems from a sense of the injustice of it all-"dammit, if I'm gonna hurt, somebody else better hurt with me." I doubt that feelings of power have anything to do with it. Typically the depressed deliberately tell themselves how hopeless their situations are just to rationalize otherwise inexplicable bad feeling. I remember thinking a "C" in tenth-grade English meant my life was ruined, literally. I'd never get into college and I would therefore die a loveless wino on the street and blahblahblah...depressed people aren't even remotely rational; at least, I sure as hell wasn't. I just retained enough intelligence and awareness to realize I was being stupid, and got help.
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Feb 2000 time: 21:29
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quote: Originally posted by ADG
I've heard many stories about why people are doing suicide, but none of them makes much sense... the neverending story: "My girl left me, I don't want to live anymore, and she shouldn't either, so I go kill her, then kill myself"
Most people who makes suicide, actually has a much better life as me (Well... it's diffecult to get a such low life, as I have), but still I have never thought about doing suicide, and never will... My life sucks, and I probably don't have much chance to get a good future, but still I'm seing the positive side of everything, that has a positive side... |
hey your life doesn't suck as much as mine, so there! 
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Feb 2000 time: 21:29
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quote: Originally posted by Elok
Umm, has anybody who responded to this thread had real, unmedicated depression? I have. It's kinda like having to listen to "paint it black" every waking second of your life, day in and day out. No real reason, nothing to justify bad feeling, you just feel immense hatred for everything in general. Eventually it gets so overwhelming that I could see committing suicide just to stop the craziness. I got prozac before I got anywhere near that far, so now I'm pretty much eternally content, but I can imagine things getting so bad you feel like you have to go nownownownowNOW! The idea of taking others with you probably stems from a sense of the injustice of it all-"dammit, if I'm gonna hurt, somebody else better hurt with me." I doubt that feelings of power have anything to do with it. Typically the depressed deliberately tell themselves how hopeless their situations are just to rationalize otherwise inexplicable bad feeling. I remember thinking a "C" in tenth-grade English meant my life was ruined, literally. I'd never get into college and I would therefore die a loveless wino on the street and blahblahblah...depressed people aren't even remotely rational; at least, I sure as hell wasn't. I just retained enough intelligence and awareness to realize I was being stupid, and got help. |
yes I have had depression. That was the only point in my life I was seriously contenplating suicide. although another part of the problem I was drinking too much. my drinking problem really hurt my naval career- not that I cared at the time. i just wanted to die.
since then, I've had much, much shorter episodes of depression. often it only lasts a few hours. You could say I have mood swings 
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t3h y3ll0w p3ril
Apr 1999 time: 23:29
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i've suffered through depression, and i'm just now coming out of one.
the first one... saa, i don't know what i was thinking at the time when i tried it. i was hurt, i was angry at myself, i couldn't see farther than the evening, i didn't want to think, or feel, or see, or believe in anything because i couldn't see a point to it.
life was hell. death would have been hell too, but i didn't care. easier to have someone hate you than you hate yourself.
of course, when it failed, i learned that claritin-d does not get fatal in the quantities i ingested. it does make you feel quite shitty.
afterwards, i remember storing all of my prescriptions (none for the depression--i never got medication for that) in a bottle i called the "final solution"... i remember having claritin d, zyrtec, hydrocodone, atenolol (taken from my brother's prescription), and a few others... and it would have been used for a second attempt. when i got better, i kept it around as a reminder, and it wasn't until i left for college that i dumped everything. it scared the **** out of me.
in my most recent bout, i never seriously considered it, but those thoughts came there. sometimes, it was the same morbid what's the point i don't want to do anything anymore there's no energy to live type thing; the other times it was a morbid middle finger to the world, jumping out of the regenstein or off bartlett or reynolds; i didn't care if anybody else got hurt, so long as i told the world to go on and **** itself, because i was tired of being the *****.
the good thing is, those thoughts never were too serious, nor did they last longer than five minutes.
i still stayed away from staircases that led to open spaces; and stayed close to the wall when climbing the stairs up to my room, because looking down looked so far down, and so appealing, and all it would take is one instant, even if i didn't really want to do it.
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t3h y3ll0w p3ril
Apr 1999 time: 23:29
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btw, adg, the reasons why people fall into depression are many. some are stupid and situational, like a breakup. others are more serious, like the loss of family. suicidal thoughts often arise because one's tired--of everything.
in my case, it's chemical. compounded with self-loathing (i have a good life. why the **** should i feel so bad? i have plenty of food, i'm in a good place, and i've got family and friends. there's no ****ing reason that i should feel so ****ing ungrateful when there are kids in the third world who don't have jack ****!), an internalized notion that it's all a matter of will, an injunction against revealing such details to even close family and friends... you can think how one quickly loses the will and energy to fight this beast.
not everyone has those conditions; some have other ones, some have fewer, some have more. in many cases, self-destruction is out of rage, either directed at one self or directed at the world and its circumstances, or exhaustion.
those suicide/homicide bombers probably can see no future for themselves; yes, they probably believe all of that bullshit that they're fed to train them, but deep down they probably have such rage at their circumstances and the world, and they're too exhausted to fight any other way. they want to die not to make a point, not to kill as many as they can, but they die because they want to go out in an attention-grabbing way as possible while giving the world and their perceived enemies the finger.
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Nov 2002 time: 05:29
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Depression sucks A55!! Chemical dependency to feel indifferent is WORSE! The drugs can help you 'stabilise' somewhat, but I don't like being chemically indifferent when I could be naturally indifferent (or pissed off at everything - it's pretty much the same for me).
Sorry about your Dad. But to tell people not to smoke because it makes some people sick isn't necessarily a solution to the sickness. I have sworn NEVER to quit smoking based on anyone else's say-so, simply because I enjoy so few things in this mixed-up, bizarre world of ours, that if a piece of Mir or Columbia falls out of the sky and lands on me when I'm lighting up, I shall die happy because I was doing something I enjoy. And generally, that's not something I can say for every minute of my life.
I used to pray for a massive myocardial infarction whenever I'd been at work for more than 24 hrs. Now I pray that I'm NEVER at work for more than 24 hrs. unless I really, really want to be there.
Even if the doctors tell you you're not crazy anymore, they only tell you that as long as you keep smiling and agreeing with everything they tell you. So smile and nod like a good little monkey, and then when you get out you can live your life the way YOU think it ought to be lived.
If you fvck up a suicide attempt, be prepared for your own mom to come in and say 'You couldn't even kill yourself properly?' Talk about needing therapy! Oh well, at least I don't have to talk to any more doctors or take any more steenkeeng drogs.
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