Discussion in 'General Chat' started by MarkI, Mar 28, 2012.
Queen - Don't Try Suicide
My uncle killed himself a couple years ago, it was a huge shock to our family as he was the happy-go-lucky jokester of our clan. That funeral was the only time I've seen my dad cry. Less than a week later my aunt took her life as well, I really think my uncle was the only thing she had to live for.
In high school, I was working at a Dairy Queen, and this new guy named Zack moved to our town from Cali. He was laid back and universally liked, always having original ideas for inventions or some funny observations. We were classmates as well as coworkers. We were actually planning on being roommates since I was paying an assload living by myself. Well, one day I go over to his place to hang out or smoke hookah or something, I hear blaring music. Call his name and knock, but he doesn't answer, so I open the door, and I all see is Zack hanging from a pullup bar. The room started spinning, and I all can remember is frantically trying to find a knife to cut him down.
Only 4 days after that, my friend's younger sister took her own life. I've only met her once, but she seemed like an amazing person. In a town of 2K, 2 suicides of kids like that in one week really affected everybody. There was just a heavy feeling of despair over the whole town, it was pretty terrible. There was talks of a suicide pact or something, everyone just felt defeated.
That's horrific. So sorry.
My father shot his self in the head in front of my mother. Both of them, was sitting in her car. This was back in the early 90's. I never knew him. But my mom is greatly affected, at least I think she is.
dammit this is the most depressing thread in the forum.
There is a cluster of suicides in a Chicago suburban highschool this year. Something like 3 this year in one school.
My grandpa pseudo-deliberately killed himself a couple of years ago. Drank himself to death, aided by barbituates. It all happened over a period of a couple of weeks and was facilitated by my grandma's decision (forced, really, due to age) to sell the hotel they had jointly operated since 1959. He just couldn't bear giving up all he knew and turned to the bottle. It had been years since he had a drop. It was a very sad, abrupt end to his life, but the last thing he said to anyone was a half-lucid "I'm very sorry" to my grandmother.
The only solace we had were the stories, more than a dozen, from people whom he had visited in those last days. Many were folks he hadn't seen in years, but he went to check in, trade stories, and tell them how much he cared for them. He was a good man.
A high school friend of mine that I lost touch with killed his 19 year old wife, shot a cop during a traffic stop, then shot himself. That was heavy. I didn't even realize he had moved to the east coast not too far from me.
Don't know too much on the story but my mum's cousin ran away one day and walked into the waves.
Another cousin drank some poison. Her father was very abusive/restrictive and it really affected her. We knew what was going on, though we didn't know the severity. Plus it was in another country to where we live.
Usually when stuff like this happens the truth doesn't come out for ages, even to close relatives.
My wife's good friend shot herself in the head a few years ago and it's been hard on my wife ever since. She feels guilty; Felt there was something she could have done. The good news is, my wife is coming to terms with it. I can't imagine ever going through that and the guilt she must have felt.
why they dont think , how they kills their thoughts not their souls.......
I feel that if you suffer through some of the terrible times, life rewards you for it. If I knew how my life would be now, I would never have been depressed in my late teens early 20's.
But in life , things can change so quickly and that is the problem..
Going upwards has a sweet taste is the going down phase which is difficult to cope with.
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