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We can respond to irritation with a smile instead of scowl, or by giving warm praise instead of icy indifference. By our being understanding instead of abrupt, others, in turn, may decide to hold on a little longer rather than to give way. Love, patience, and meekness can be just as contagious as rudeness and crudeness.
Post Edited (CheerDad) : 4/1/2005 10:53:56 AM (GMT-7)
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Personally, I don't think talking about suicide is a big . I am a member of a 12-step group and at one point was afraid to mention that I had suicidal thoughts, but I did anyway. Since that time, I have heard others talk about how they have had times in their life when they were suicidal or had thoughts of killing themselves. Just yesterday I was talking to someone who said that most of his life he has wished he was dead. Boy, could I relate! What a relief to know that I was not the only that felt that way.
Also, in February, I was extremely depressed, to the point of not trusting myself to go home and be there alone for fear of harming myself. I shared that day in my home group that I was having a very rough time. After the meeting, one gentleman came up to me and said, you need to tell your therapist just what you told us here today. My therapist appt was an hour after the meeting ended. And I did what he suggested. And I ended up hospitalized and got the help I needed. Had he not said that to me, I probably would not have told her how bad things were, although I had been trying for a while. It is a hard thing to talk about, even with your therapist. But by sharing with the group, and my this other person going out of his way to talk to me, I received the help I needed and am here to talk about it today.
If my being open and honest in a chat room helps someone to have the courage to talk to their therapist and get much needed help, then I am all for talking about it. I don't feel it should be a secret. Our secrets kill us. I didn't want to die, I just wanted help. Pretending I'm okay and not talking about it is what gets me into those dark places.
As one of my friends says, 'a problem shared is a problem cut in half'.
Having said all that, I would also like to say that I don't think sharing graphic details about harming oneself is appropriate for this forum. I am here to get lifted up, not freaked out.
Thanks for letting me share.
I believe in dragons, good men, and other fantasy creatures.
Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.