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I have received quite a few stories related to suicide, so I have decided to make a special section for them.
My Mom Saved My Life
Copyright, Susan
Hi my name is Susan McBride.I am 26 yrs old. I have Bipolar disorder and manic depression. I have had this since when i was a teenager.
Tonight my mom and my dad were fighting. I was thinking about suicide. That's all i could think about. I was going to take pills and try and overdose. But i thank god that my mom had saved my life. She came in and took the bottle of pills away from me. Now i am glad that she did.
Anonymous
I never seem to get anything right, even though I try so hard.
I've just come out of a 3 year relationship and am feeling really alone. I'm scared of myself - this is all coming out as a jumbled mess sorry.
I'll start from the beginning - my first real love was when I was 16-17 - the guy beat me up gave me brain damage and left me epileptic. About a week after being diagnosed my parents split up - it wasn't long before they gave me prozac and venlafaxine and i muddled on for a good 2-3 years actually being happy for long periods of time - mostly due to the Guy I've just split from.
Then my Mum told me over and over again how she wished I had never been born and I wasn't wanted and without me she could have a life - so I became homeless. Went to live with the boyfrend, started using drink and drugs to forget her words, she said awful things, things that I can't even imagine saying to an enemy let alone my own daughter (I don't have a daughter - figure of speech)
Just recently I've taken loads of time off work feeling unhappy and alone, my flatmates are bastards they don't consider how early I have to get up and stay up late every night, this has lead to tension with the neighbours - I haven't slept properly for ages and Im so tired, money issues mean I can't afford to eat not that I want to or pay rent - im going under and last night I found out that a practical joke I played on a friend who is a great practical joker has backfired completely and now a great load of people in my hometown hate me.
I took 48 ibuprofen last night and was truly disappointed when I woke up this morning and vomited all over my floor. Better luck tonight.
Anonymous
A month ago, i felt so much pressure,that i thought i could anything to get out of all that pressure. Well, i decided(i guess it was a dessision) to end my life. So i took 8 Zoloft pills. I ended up to a mental hospital. but i talked my way out of there. since then all i do is think of what would happen if i accually got the hepl i really need. I thought after trying to kill my self would get my parents to know that i needed help. But my parents never got the picture.So now i live with my parents and i still hurt my self. I almost tried killing my self again.
Stephanie
Copyright, Stephanie
Well, it all started when my parents divorced. I was 10 years old, now I'm 14. It started out as just a cry for help. I'd scratch my skin... and now, I've already tried to kill myself, I slit my wrists a little too far. So my message is, be strong, your not the only one.
Anonymous
i am 13 yrs old and a few months ago i slit my wrists and there was blood everywhere i was drifting in and out of concenous. i just felt that, that was the only way out unfortunatly a girl came and found me and i got rushed to hospital i now have 50 pills ready for my birthday which is soon. i cant live with all these problems and all this pain.
Memyself&I
Suicide. I attempted it when i was fourteen with a bottle of tylonal and then again at 18 with a bottle of aspirin i visited the psych ward for a week this summer - the summary of my life -cutting, eating problems all of it. you are probably building a picture of me in your mind well im not that person ! im not on drugs, prescribed or otherwise - i am a twenty year old directing a federal sponsered program and a full time honor student, a very productive member of society and i havent done anything self destructive in six months- instead of self destruction, ive destructed my self.. ive elimanated who i am and the passion and intesnsity that used to be me and gave that in for Jane Doe complacancy and normalacy. G-d I hate that word. is there no balance between pain and stale flat life? as in Samson's riddle - must honey be found only in the guts of a lion?