I remember a few months after, someone I had met that didn’t know about my attempt made a joke, “I can’t think of anything worse than failing a suicide, you fail so much at life that you fail to even kill yourself” and I thought, I can think of something worse than failing a suicide, and that is actually succeeding in killing yourself.
For those of you struggling with holding onto life–it gets better. It really does.
Sometimes when I really need a mother, I get sad. I go to your piano and sit there, playing the last song you taught me.
But this time, the depression was worse than I could have ever imagined and I couldn’t handle it. I got my dad’s 45 caliber gun and shot myself in the stomach.
If Robin Williams deserves to be lauded for his merits, why shouldn’t he be blamed for his faults?
“Kill yourself” suddenly seems to have become the go-to insult of choice across the vast murky digital swamps of the World Wide Web.
When someone commits suicide, the person is deemed crazy and selfish. Yet there is often a lack of perspective on what could lead a person to feel so utterly hopeless and alone that they would take their own lives.
During my teen years as an emotional, pubescent, dramatic, high school teenybopper, there was a few times where I wanted nothing to do with life. I wanted to end it.
Not everyone understands, and that’s what makes it so difficult. Depression is not something many people recognize as a disease. For many, it is not the same as cancer or diabetes, but I assure you, it is.
“We can do whatever you want. Just as long as you know that when we leave this room, and re-enter the world, we’re gonna do it together. And I’m not going anywhere.”