This Real Housewives of Beverly Hills suicide thing is pissing me off. Once you're past your adolescent/teen years? Suicide is your fault and your fault alone. (ETA: Someone pointed out to me that this statement, which was written in haste and I did not stop at all to think that perhaps I shouldn't just say that and not explain myself, was very
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TOTALLY agree with this.
But as someone who struggled with depression/anxiety/mild psychosis for three years, and worked my way through suicidal ideation for the first time at age 28...
Once you're past your adolescent/teen years? Suicide is your fault and your fault alone.
Ouch. Yes, I did ultimately reach out for help but it was incredibly difficult to do, even though I was in the best of possible circumstances - supportive family, supportive partner, stable financial and living situation, already in therapy and on meds. It just felt impossible that I would ever get better, and I couldn't figure out why I wasn't happy even though I "have it all"; I thought all those awesome, supportive people would be better off without failtastic me.
But it's good to know that a biochemical imbalance in my brain really was all my fault...
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Let's see. I'm not saying it's your fault int hat it's something you've done. I'm saying it's no one elses fault. At some point in your life you began to have your own thoughts and those became seperate from other people's. I don't know the exact science or brain chemistry etc that puts you int he head space, if it's situational or if you're predisposed or if it's hereditary or... whatever, there's so many ways that people get to that position, but...
I mean it less in that it's "your fault" and more in that "you can't blame anyone else but the fucked up part of your brain that thinks this is a valid choice."
Because I tend to think of it as a seperate entity. I don't even think it's you or whatever, I kind of think of it as somewhat of the same thing that someone with an addiction. Mentally, intellectually, you understand one thing, but there's that thing inside your brain going poke, poke, poke.
And not being someone that's ever truly contemplated suicide aside from the "just had a fight with someone I bet they'd be sorry if I ran my truck off the road" sort of fleeing thought that I never actually followed through on... I really know fuckall about what the fuck I'm talking about if i try to come at it from the POV of the person committing suicide.
And maybe that's the thing. Maybe I am incapable of wrapping my brain around it, because to me... if there are bad people doing/saying bad things to you, hurting you in whatever way, you... get away. You remove yourself from the situation. And if it's yourself, you seek help. That seems logical to me.
I do however understand that perhaps the thing that makes you want to, the urge, the whatever you want to call it, makes logic irrelevant. Or I assume it does.
So, I just, I whole heartedly apologize for my posting having upset you. I came from a place of anger towards the news casters and really didn't stop to think to explain where I was coming from on other fronts.
That, PLUS, my personal experience with suicide came from an alcaholic/drug addict, so my views may be tied more into "you put yourself there" because of that, rather than an actual brain chemistry predisposition towards depression and suicidal tendancies, because it absolutely blows my mind that you, as a person IN therapy, AND taking medicines, would STILL feel that way. I'm not saying I don't believe you at all, I'm saying I don't understand.... and have a feeling that I couldn't, unless I was that same very way.
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I'm doing a hell of a lot better now, after 16 months of meds and therapy.
I do however understand that perhaps the thing that makes you want to, the urge, the whatever you want to call it, makes logic irrelevant. Or I assume it does.
That's pretty much it. Logically I knew that my thinking was wrong, and logically I knew I needed help... but the impulse wouldn't go away. Fortunately I was still in control *enough* to ask my husband to take my sleeping pills away from me and flush them down the toilet, since I couldn't do it myself and I was fixated on using them as an escape.
I do understand that you didn't mean it that way *hugs*
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