If I were 20 and had the knowledge and experience I have now there is no way in Hell I'd ever kill !myself.
He never had the chance to carouse the splendor of life.
He never had the chance to carouse the splendor of life.
Family alleges hospital staff ate potluck lunch as man died by suicide
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and it always is that way
we are more accustomed to dealing with physical suffering and while that is hugely challenging, mental suffering is often not displayed...who can know... no one
Possibly, I'm not quite sure how the "potluck lunch" contributed to it! I doubt like f**k if the victim really cared what they were having for lunch.
Yeah, if he hadn't done it that day he may have done it the next or the day after!
What about Schizophrenia,Dissociative disorders, personality disorders, PTSD, to name some well known ones, but there are a host of rare and very strange mental conditions
What if there is no cure. They can suffer terribly and the some drugs used to treat symptoms cause all kinds of physical problem (kidney, liver issues)or they're simply sedatives and people end up like zombies. They do not enjoy a long life and some rarely enjoy any type of life.
If a person has lost all quality of life, hope for a better future because of lack of drugs that work, would that qualify for being allowed to ends ones life.
On a personal side note: I don't believe Depression is something that is cured per se. It's like cancer. It can go into remission but it can come back. It might require a life time of drugs and therapy. It doesn't come back all at once, so you know right away you're back in a depressed state. It can come back so slowly so insidiously that you are miserable without fulling comprehending how miserable.
Anxiety if also linked to depression. In that those who suffer from depresion often have anxiety and those who discover they have anxiety are also suffer from depression.
On a personal note: I have anxiety. I've had it long portion of my life. I know this now, because of the medication I'm on and how I feel normal now. I use to think I was just super shy. I thought my thoughts and feelings around new people, strangers, social situations was normal. I did not realize the toll those feelings and thoughts had on me, until I stopped having them. I didn't realize the extent of it.
I didn't realize how horrible my thoughts were and how incredibly unhappy I was UNTIL I started the medication for anxiety. This drug is used for depression and OCD.
Anxiety brings about OCD thoughts. I have very minor OCD actions and/or tics. Nothing that affects my quality of life and most people wouldn't notice them. Again, I thought that this was life. Normal. I'm now normal in my thoughts. I have quiet moments. If my doctor had dismissed me in his office that day and told me get more exercise, watch your diet better, etc I would never have known just how fvcked up my thoughts, actions, were. I would never have truly known how unhappy, how absolutely miserable I was. And it would have gotten worse and worse. I'm not suicidal. Depression can also cause people to make poor choices, dangerous choices, AND when their thought process is so muddled, and dark, and seething anything is possible.
It's hard to know whats going wrong in your head when your mind is involved. It's there to protect you and to hide certain things from you. Sometimes it takes over and you don't realize it until it's so advanced as to become the new normal. It's very scary. The price we pay for being unique individuals I guess.
What if there is no cure. They can suffer terribly and the some drugs used to treat symptoms cause all kinds of physical problem (kidney, liver issues)or they're simply sedatives and people end up like zombies. They do not enjoy a long life and some rarely enjoy any type of life.
If a person has lost all quality of life, hope for a better future because of lack of drugs that work, would that qualify for being allowed to ends ones life.
On a personal side note: I don't believe Depression is something that is cured per se. It's like cancer. It can go into remission but it can come back. It might require a life time of drugs and therapy. It doesn't come back all at once, so you know right away you're back in a depressed state. It can come back so slowly so insidiously that you are miserable without fulling comprehending how miserable.
Anxiety if also linked to depression. In that those who suffer from depresion often have anxiety and those who discover they have anxiety are also suffer from depression.
On a personal note: I have anxiety. I've had it long portion of my life. I know this now, because of the medication I'm on and how I feel normal now. I use to think I was just super shy. I thought my thoughts and feelings around new people, strangers, social situations was normal. I did not realize the toll those feelings and thoughts had on me, until I stopped having them. I didn't realize the extent of it.
I didn't realize how horrible my thoughts were and how incredibly unhappy I was UNTIL I started the medication for anxiety. This drug is used for depression and OCD.
Anxiety brings about OCD thoughts. I have very minor OCD actions and/or tics. Nothing that affects my quality of life and most people wouldn't notice them. Again, I thought that this was life. Normal. I'm now normal in my thoughts. I have quiet moments. If my doctor had dismissed me in his office that day and told me get more exercise, watch your diet better, etc I would never have known just how fvcked up my thoughts, actions, were. I would never have truly known how unhappy, how absolutely miserable I was. And it would have gotten worse and worse. I'm not suicidal. Depression can also cause people to make poor choices, dangerous choices, AND when their thought process is so muddled, and dark, and seething anything is possible.
It's hard to know whats going wrong in your head when your mind is involved. It's there to protect you and to hide certain things from you. Sometimes it takes over and you don't realize it until it's so advanced as to become the new normal. It's very scary. The price we pay for being unique individuals I guess.
Actually, I do. I tried committing suicide when I was 20 or 21 and didn't succeed. I was under the care of a psychiatrist and given medications to try to relieve the depression I was in. Even though I saw her once a week, I didn't feel like she was "getting it" - how I was feeling (no light at the end of the tunnel, completely hopeless, useless). So, after I don't know how many sessions, I simply thought - to hell with it. I'm not wanted or needed so why am I here? I took all my meds along with a mickey of (rum/rye??) can't remember. My roommate was almost never at home so I didn't expect her. Guess she showed up and realized immediately that something was wrong and called an ambulance. I survived and was really p'd that I did - initially.
Long story short, I'm still here and I thank God everyday that I didn't succeed. In retrospect, I was being very selfish - everything was all about me. Having said that, at the time, I just couldn't see any other way out.
Dixie