Things are getting worse, everyday I think about suicide more and more, and I’m starting to think that geting help is imposible that there’s no way I can tell my parents about me being suicidal and that even if they knew nothing would change. Sometimes I try to convince myself that it’s not the end of the world and I’m just trying to make a big deal out of something very simple or that I’m not thinking clearily because of depression but even if it makes me feel a little better for a moment it doesn’t help for long. I wish that I wouldn’t feel this way, that I wouldn’t get any stupid ideas every time I see a knife. Why can’t somebody just see that I’m hurting? It’s almost like I’m screming for help but nobody can hear me. I don’t understand why can’t they just notice, they’re my parents shouldn’t they just know those kind of things without me having to tell them? I can’t be that good of an actress can I? Will it ever get better?
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People aren’t mind-readers … perhaps you can talk to your parents without telling them you are suicidal. maybe whatever is bothering you, they have a solution for or some ideas to help you cope.
as for “acting”? most of us are world class … hollywood ain’t got shit on us … here is only one person on the face of the earth that knows my situation and true feelings and she is half way around the world. she “knows” because she tried to commit, that’s how we talked about it. but no one other than the SP folks even knows “where I’m at”
that said … help doesn’t very often come and find you … you have to seek it. and more often than not … you ARE making a mountain out of a molehill. That’s not to say your issues are not real and serious but us humans have a bad habit of over dramatizing our issues. try to remove your feelings and only assess the facts … pretend that you are giving advice to a friend of a friend.
oscar dawg
I agree with Dawg. You should sit down and talk to your parents. Parents are only human too and sometimes you need to spell it out to them.
I dig what you say, but NO your folks wont know if you dont let them know, unless you flip out at like wallmart or something, then everyone will know. I’ve been struggling with the same thoughts of ” If I tell someone maybe they can help,… but what if it dont help? what if I’m locked up in a soft room?”
Most of the folks I’ve talked to on here (I’m kinda new) say the first step is telling sombody and getting help. I JUST DONT KNOW ABOUT THIS. I cant.
you can’t “what if ..” this to death … you KNOW you get no help be keeping it all inside. You do know you might get some type of help if you speak up … how and what kind of “help” is dependent on “how” you express yourself.
sitting down with your parents and saying “I’m gonna kill myself” will likely get you the rubber room … telling them you are depressed/sad and no matter what you do you can’t get happy might get a more measured response.
Only you know your folks and how they will react … but doing nothing gets you nothing … that is fact.
and … whatever “help” is offered … if you reject it or are not willing to be an active participant, it won’t work. “help” is not magic – it’s not someone fixing everything for you … it’s you fixing yourself with the knowledge and guidance of the helper
There’s an old geezer saying “You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink” – this applies to “help” and you are the horse – the choice to drink is yours
helper dawg
i was in the exact spot you were a few months ago. my parents were so fricken oblivious. i was actually such a good actress that when i finally told somebody they sent me to the mental hospital and i was released that same night because i was such a good actress when i got my pysche evaluation. its not fun knowing that nobody wants to care. it sucks and down right makes you feel like an even bigger piece of shit that you feel like already. i know exactly how you feel. trust me it does get better. im still suicidal but i dont feel so depressed. its just a normal thing i think about everyday but there is no sadness with it anymore.
No good came of letting mine know. I was locked up for a month in a hospital and now that I’m out I’m treated with the privileges of a five year old even though I still have 18 year old resposibilities.
No good came of letting mine know. I was locked up for a month in a hospital and now that I’m out I’m treated with the privileges of a five year old even though I still have 18 year old resposibilities.
Don’t tell your parents, because you might be locked in a psych ward if you do.