Comments that make me sick to look at!

I hear what you have to say. No one gets it, and that I do get. But I hope you will hear this perspective, for what it’s worth. My son was truly an exceptional person. We used to joke around that somewhere was a brilliant, gorgeous couple with some mediocre kid, wondering how the hell they got stuck with that kid. My son really did make life more fun for the people around him. So he goes off to a marvelous college (cannot say the name here), does great, makes friends, is really part of things. Then he starts to get depressed, deeply, but no one does jack shit about it. No one tells us, “Hey, your kid seems like he’s having a hard time.” We talk, but he is not fully candid, despite our being very close. We think he’s getting help, getting rest. So after several days of almost o sleep, he kills himself. This is a person who was deeply loved, really adored by so many people, who had an amazing future. In a few months, he went from charming and engaged to dead. True depression swallows you up and takes your air away. You are 100% right when you say people don’t understand. They thunk a few bad days or shitty luck equals depression. Bullshit. I am not going to tell you it will get better. But I will say based on my own experience that I think my son had a damn good fighting chance if he got the help, meds, sleep, and support he needed. If he told the truth to US, his biggest advocates, things would have been drastically different. People cannot conceive the pain you feel, and they cannot conceive that you really want to die unless you say those words. That is what I ask of posters here: please tell a trusted agent that you are considering killing yourself. Otherwise, so many adults think it’s just teenage angst and melodrama and don’t do a damn thing about it. Here’s one other thing to consider…my son, who was so freaking cool and wonderful and would do anything for anybody and was accepting and loving and just the sun and the moon to me, has ruined my life. I used to fall asleep by counting my blessings–like, I am so damn lucky, please protect my beautiful sons, my husband, my sister, and so on. Now, I kind of hope that I will just get hit by a car, so it seems to be an accident. You and I are not the same people, and we don’t feel the same thing, but I struggle daily with wanting to stay alive. In fact, I am writing this now because I am home alone and feel an incredible urge to end things. But I know how horribly painful a family member’s suicide is, so I cannot tin good conscience do this to my husband and son, sister, and parents. I really hope that something somebody writes or perhaps just some doubt in your mind stops you from taking this action. I hope you tell a trusted person, “I hurt so bad I don’t want to be alive. Please help me.” I hope you reflect on this some time in the future and say, “Thank God I didn’t do that. Look at what I would have missed.” I am hoping. If you need to talk or want some help, I am at my username at gmail.com.

I am so sorry to hear that your mother is cruel to you. Guess what? Your post made me cry, too. It breaks my heart to hear about parents being mean to their kids. You are right. I was blessed, no matter which God you pray to. I adore my boys so much and have always felt I won the kid lottery…twice. I hope you can find people in your life who love you and see you as a person of value. Your post alone tells me you have a good heart and deserve better. I hope you can seek ways to surround yourself with good people and can minimize the damage from poisonous people. Remember that you get to pick your friends. I send you a virtual hug and best wishes. As always, I am can be reached at my username at gmail.com for anyone who needs help or an ear. I can’t bring my son back, but I can try to use this incredible hurt to help others. Try is the operative word.