REAL Change Project
         You don’t know me. Let’s be honest. I could be anyone. But I am someone. Someone trying to promote change in the world. Am I successful? Not Yet. I am doing a project on suicide. The whole goal of my project is to promote the choice of life. But I need help, your help. I need ideas. Ideas. Ideas. Ideas. I need to listen to you. I want to make a video. But not just any video. A video that is breathtaking. Comment on here the hardships you have endured, and anything that has helped. If you seriously need to talk to me.. If you are on the edge of breaking and need someone to talk to or if you have questions that you would like to ask, my email is runsintherain@gmail.com I need your help to help others. Thanks. You’re saving lives.
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LoL, just look around man, every post is full and saddness and breathless stories of loss, just take your pick.
you can read one of mine if you like,
http://suicideproject.org/2012/03/the-unbreakable-bonds-of-true-friendship/
You’re story is amazing.. Everyone has regrets. But the beauty of family and love, that’s what charms your story. Would you mind if I used it in my presentation for class? If you would rather not I totally understand, but I really do appreciate your story thanks.
Katie (:
Sorry i forgot to mention i think your doing a very good thing. good stuff man.
Thank you (: I will post the link to the video once it’s edited and completed. Thanks for your help.
I was 12 when I first became depressed. Everyone thought I was just weird and I became a loner. From then until freshman year in highschool I was always by myself hurting inside. When I turned 14 my life became hell. I turned anorexic and my depression took on a whole new level. From there things just got worse. I became suicidal and thinking about killing myself was the only way to give myself hope about finding peace. When I turned 16 I turned to cutting. I tried committing suicide three times and was found out. I was sent to a hospital and locked up in the mental ward. It was a nightmare. When I came home people found out what had happened and judged me for the “stupid” thing I had tried to do. I was put on antidepressants, but they don’t take away the depression or the worthless feeling I have every single day. They don’t take away the lonely nights I spend awak thinking about the horrible mess of my life. I began cutting again and it has gotten worse. I started drugs to forget my problems. I am self destructing and am still depressed. My family and friends don’t know me anymore and most of my friends are leaving me because of my depression. What a life!
I know it may not seem like it.. But there are people who care about you. I care about you.. and that’s pretty much the whole point of my project, You Don’t Know Me.. But I want you to know that your life matters to me. I might meet you someday. We could be friends, we can be friends, And the thought of losing someone I COULD get to know, brings tears to my eyes, If you need a friend,
email me.. ( runsintherain@gmail.com ) Because honestly Your story is tear jerking, and you my friend, deserve a life of adventure and love. Thanks for your time and I hope to hear from you.
Katie
On another site – I explaiined how my life has become consumed with thoughts of creating my own helium hood and planning my exit. [helium tank + large oven bag + 4ft of 3/8 tubing + rum] = exit. I have reached the point of diminishing returns and fallen far in 2 years of unemployment – 26 years of teaching (2 years shy of retirement in SC) has killed me in more ways than I care to admit. I’ve done the counseling, antidressant dance and don’t have enough character left to go on a decent drinking binge. I feel I hit bottom long ago and must be waiting for nature to take its course or hell to freeze over.
Hello Effing Iddell. I’ve noticed your posts before, on the helium hood thread. I’m really glad to hear you are now thinking of doing a project on suicide. There’s a wealth of info here of course. Certainly feel free to use anything I have written, tho’ there isn’t that much about suicide per se mind you.
Interested to hear you were a teacher for 25 years. I understand how draining an experience that could have been. I really hope you continue to find reasons to carry on Effing. Are you British by any chance? It’s the name that makes me think that…
All the very best to you Effing. Don’t hesitate to ask if you want further assistance with the project.
Zoe x
I presently do nothing – which is probably a good thing. I haven’t used any of the supplies I thought were so necessary.
Another day goes by and I feel exhausted without exerting any effort. I’m beginning to feel less inclined to harm myself and hope tomorrow picks up where today ends with a not so negative outlook on life.