Not that I would know, but for some reason I just got the thought that suicide is a little like “coming out”. Like it’s this dark secret that you don’t want anyone to know about, but it eats at your soul. I wish we could have open dialogs with our families about our feelings, without fear of the repercussions.
If I had it my way, we could start the conversation, and enter a holding period where we can all talk about our feelings until say a month or two passes, whereby a no-hard-feelings decision would be made to continue or end it peacefully.
I know how you feel. My life is hell since my son, Drew, killed himself. But I totally understand why he did it. I live in the same unbearable world Drew lived in…but if my son had stayed, it would have made it so much easier for me and all the many people who loved him.
I’ve gotten through long-distance runs and strenuous workouts but the mental power it takes to get through this world is beyond anything like that. I guess I figure God will take me soon enough. I’m too curious to see how the story ends. How will it end? If I just let life unfold naturally.
Maybe it’s as simple as The Groundhog Day movie. You can’t move on in life until you get it right. Figure out how to put others first and be that good person. I haven’t seen that movie in a while.
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I feel you.
Not that I would know, but for some reason I just got the thought that suicide is a little like “coming out”. Like it’s this dark secret that you don’t want anyone to know about, but it eats at your soul. I wish we could have open dialogs with our families about our feelings, without fear of the repercussions.
If I had it my way, we could start the conversation, and enter a holding period where we can all talk about our feelings until say a month or two passes, whereby a no-hard-feelings decision would be made to continue or end it peacefully.
I know how you feel. My life is hell since my son, Drew, killed himself. But I totally understand why he did it. I live in the same unbearable world Drew lived in…but if my son had stayed, it would have made it so much easier for me and all the many people who loved him.
I’ve gotten through long-distance runs and strenuous workouts but the mental power it takes to get through this world is beyond anything like that. I guess I figure God will take me soon enough. I’m too curious to see how the story ends. How will it end? If I just let life unfold naturally.
Maybe it’s as simple as The Groundhog Day movie. You can’t move on in life until you get it right. Figure out how to put others first and be that good person. I haven’t seen that movie in a while.
How old was Drew?
And I find it interesting you can identify with what he was going through. What was it? Depression?