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I don't judge the people who decide to commit suicide. Would you ask someone who cannot find happiness in thier own mind to keep suffering? Alot of people seem to sympathize with suicide related to terminal illness.....Real mental illness feel terminal and you would rather die than suffer everyday of your life. I watched someone closer to me than anyone on this earth struggle with this "disease" and we helped and she tried and she was far from selfish. To watch another soul trying to be happy in a world where they feel they don't belong? Do you feel you have the right to force them to stay?Try not to pass judgment and make generalizations is all I am saying. Tom

I do agree that it is necessary to consider each incident individually before making a determination of any kind. As I said previously, those who have a terminal illness should be allowed to end needless suffering without repercusion, but mental illness is a very broad term that can be used for anyone from those actually suffering a serious debilitating disease all the way down to those pathetic drama queens.

But why judge any of them?

yes why judge them that take that step to end it all.....We are not the judge or jury here...In my case i had to accept john was gone due to his choice...and learn to live again.... Just cause he went didnt mean i was to to die with him...

I think using the word "judge" is misleading/confusing. Not that I would exactly judge, more like get pissed off at the play for pity at the expense of others, or wish they had succeeded

Suicide...well i think if you consider it or do it you have serious mental issues. Need to seek professional help from the hospital/doc asap.

Well that's the trick isn't it. Alot of people who commit suicide are getting help. We as a whole do not understand mental illness. Alot of the medication doctors prescribe are experimental and alot of the side effects include "increased depression" and "suicide". After five years of "help" with no reward it can be a little difficult to convince someone not to give up.

its been on the news here, that seroxet a antidepressant given to teenages can cause suicide, a lot of teenagers where put on this drug and a lot did commit suicide and the drug company new this would happen, it just shocks me how drug companies can with held such imporatant information when it simply kills people.

Debated whether to post or not, but decided why not! It's who I am..

No drug addict can be forced to rehabilitate. They have to want it. With support from others, it can be done.. There not all bad people..

I am a drug addict who hasn't used in over 14 years. Thank God not everyone feels the same way as you do..

I didn't know it at the time, but I suffered from depression since I was very young. I turned to alcohol and drugs to relieve the pain that I felt.. It actually worked for many of years, then of course in time, it stopped working. I didn't want to live anymore. I experienced drugs when I was a teen, but was able to quit on my own. Then later on in years, I tried it again, and could not stop..In my early recovery, I was suicidal..I really believed that my children would be better off without me. I felt that I failed them as a mom. I can't help the way that I felt then. The feelings were real..I thought getting clean meant that life would get better. They didn;t at first..The worst of it was feeling that I failed myself. I didn't know how to love me!
I never got a dui, been arrested as an adult, let my kids go hungry.
It was about how I felt in the inside..

I did go into rehab. I also got on medication for the first few years till I was able to start loving me again. I stayed in therapy for 5 years with the same person.

Today, I like the person that I am. I have a great relationship with my children. I know longer take medication. I haven't been in therapy for a few years. I have friends that I can bounce things off of..

This was my path in life for a reason, and I wouldn't change it!

I understand how others can get to being suicidal. They need all the support that they can get from each one of us..

Suicide is like the ultimate middle finger.

Feeling the adrelilin rush of knowing the unkown. Pushing yourself to the limit to find out.

What is death really like

I'm glad you found a new path, and I do understand.

Well, I went over my limit of 4000 character with my "little" paragraph. But this topic means something to me. So hopefully you wont mind that I split up my paragraph into two sections. I hope they'll be one right after the other and no one sneaks in before I post the second part. I hope after reading this some will have more understanding on this subject.

I've been in the hospital twice for depression. I put myself in because I knew I needed help. No one on the outside was helping or they were just telling me to "get over it". How do you just get over being so sad you can't stand it. People who don't have depression don't understand and never will. I've been on many different medications it's crazy and because I have a low tolerance to medicines I'd have side effects out the wazoo. Didn't want to live like that or be a zombie. Depression actually makes you hurt so bad inside to the point of you wanting to make it all go away in an instant. If I could just not feel this pain anymore, that's all you think about. In 1999 I met the man of my dreams, the most wonderful man in the world. He understood me, he'd been where I had been at one time. We were so connected in many ways. We moved into a house and were to be married Valentines Day of 2000. 15 days after we moved in, he came to my job to say he was finally getting a chance to see his kids, they had been kept from him by a vindictive ex, who was only giving him 15 minutes with them. After the time I knew he had seen them, I didn't hear from him, so I hoped he had gotten more time. As time went on, things just didn't feel right. Six o'clock came, instead of hanging out at my bartending job for a drink, I went right home. His van was in the driveway, I could really feel something was wrong.

The front door was usually open for me, he'd be at the stairs saying, welcome home honey. The door was locked and dead bolted. I unlocked the door to find a note on the floor in the foyer. 6 pages, I only read the top one and took off thru my house. I thought maybe he just busted holes in the wall or something like that, blowing off steam. I got to the laundry room door and felt the worst feeling of dread ever. The door was hard to open and slammed back in my face, I pushed again and I saw him. He had hung himself, then the door slammed in my face. That was the last time I saw him. His ex made it so I wasn't able to see him before he was cremated. The next day after he died, she had my electric and phone cut off. She tried to sue me for wrongful death, she tried to have my son who was 12 at the time served with harassment papers for harassing her daughter in school and my son wasn't even in school. She filed papers saying I took $14,000.00 worth of his equipment from his business. The insurance investigator was at my house for 8 hours, went back to her, said if she continued with this, she would be arrested for fraud. Not even 12 hours after he was gone she was at my house to get HIS STUFF, yelling there's no will, I get everything. I didn't care if she got it all, I only wanted him. Is that a grieving widow to you? The police officer she brought was ready to pound her face in the sidewalk. They came to my house at 4 in the morning, I was still walking around my house in a daze carrying his thermos and his work boots. Try explaining to a 12 year old that worshipped the ground this man walked on. It was the hardest thing I ever had to do. He was going to adopt my son. My son loved him dearly. I couldn't even say he died. The first thing I said to my son was, he was gone. Matt said, where did he go? I knew he didn't understand. Then I said, he was dead, not even telling him how. The first thing he said was, Did his wife kill him? That's how bad we knew he had it in his life. I half understand why my fiancee did what he did. After what she put me through, I felt the same way at times. I had to be strong for my son. I wish my fiancee could have been stronger, he had so much on his plate, an evil soon to be ex-wife, in November he was due to have back surgery and wasn't sure if he'd be able to walk again. It was to much for him. I suffer with panic attacks now besides the depression and post traumatic stress disorder. I'm trying to be happy again, but when people don't understand and blow you off like your a freak, it hurts. The bar I worked at, everyone cleared out that night and came to my house, not one of them hugged me, only one has been to my house since. I quit my job after my boss told me no one was coming in anymore cause they knew I'd be upset. Some believe that people who commit suicide go to hell. My fiancee's name, believe it or not was Romeo. I know my Romeo is in heaven, cause he lived thru hell down here. People just need to understand a little more.

I think your totally right....it hard for people that have never experienced this to understand the real feeling behind it. The hardest way to live life is feelin unwanted,unloved.It sad though because if more people took the time to get to no that others persons pain, well not even no it but try to understand it and help them..maybe we wouldnt have so many deaths in this word...most of the time love can move mountains!!!!!!!

It may be a selfish act,but not a soul lives in those who have felt that sort of pain to the point of taking there life.Be it right or wrong,for some the fight is just to much,the ugly just to hard to look at.

I am not the judge,and I have felt the pain of those who have opted to take there own life,its gutt wrenching,horrid and morbid,and thats just me feeling a peace of what lives inside.

Others who are living,but only hanging on a thread,there just living dead,is that really a life to live,for some,yes,and they ,or most only do it to please those they are leaving behind.

War,starvation,death,murder,wha a life that is,and is there a way out for them.

It may not be for me,but I feel,and I feel deep,and have touch a very wee portion of others pain,so undertand I can,all they ask is for peace,not a impossible request you wold think,something we should all have,regardless of who you are,where you come from,what you have what you don't.

Its a battle field,and for those of us who don't use fireams,well the answers easy isn't it,the choice but one.


To all the lost souls,bless it be your finally able to have a rest,your peace is not been requested.

To those of you with trouble souls,may your fight be one that you can bare....

Life,

Opps,I meant to say

To all the lost souls,bless it be your finally able to have a rest,your peace has been what you requested.

I think you should do some reading on 'addictions'. I've worked for Addiction Services and with the Health Department for over 15 years, and believe me, you do not understand about the disease of addiction. If you smoke, you're an addict. If you drink more than 2 cups of coffee a day you have a form of addiction. I think it's really close minded to say something so mean spirited.

As for suicide, I could not imagine being that depressed and hopeless to resort to such a desperate solution. I don't know how they feel deep inside, and don't understand how someone could feel that badly... so I don't feel I can comment on whether I believe it's selfish or not.

Just my thoughts.

It's great that you shared your story. It takes much
courage to face the problem, get the help needed and then
to share it with others.

two weeks ago visited my sister in the hospital after she
drank poison...her 3rd attempt in the past few years...she
also had over 35 shock treatments 20 yrs ago which helped
for a while...since I worked in a State Hospital for a dozen years I
have some experience...and a lot of the problem comes down to
medication...either too many meds...or too many changes in meds,
or not taking meds as scheduled....and definitely sporatic support
from mental health professionals..usually because of cost...

I have no answers to any of this....which is especially frustrating
because my eldest daughter was diagnosed schizophrenic when she
was 20 yrs old...

I do believe there is a environmental & sociological base to these
issues....very frustrating...

unless I read or see and hear the effects of it.. I think of it rarely. however it has been geting alot of airtime ( TV, radio) and press.