Discussion in 'General Chat' started by MarkI, Mar 28, 2012.
LURK M0AR N00B!
Sure, I got it. Exercise really is great, for many reasons.
Mods, can we have Mr. G's member title be "Homeopathic Witch Doctor" please?
I've always believed that are certain circumstances in which I'd kill myself. Like if I was a parent and my wife and children died and I was the only survivor, or if I had terminal cancer, etc.
A person about to commit suicide doesn't care about such things.
1 in 4 bipolars kill themselves.
It takes a long time to recognize, much less deal with, the black dog.
Most psychs will tell you it gets worse with age.
Bipolar is a very difficult illness to treat or deal with...
Churchill called it the black dog , I personally prefer the Russian mountains metaphor ...
It's a disease misunderstood by most people and treated by most sufferers with denial..
We all love the ups , I'm talking of hypomanic episodes , and we all hate the very lows...
We all receive during our lifetime dozens of chemical combinations and they're like relationships to us...
We never know which one is the best for us and for how long...
Between the pop-outs , withdrawal, denial, depressive episodes , hypomania or mania , you realize at some point of clarity your life is actually directed by chemical agents and doctors...
Some cannot deal with it...
My best friend tried to kill himself two years ago. I wish he'd come to me instead of trying to end it.
^ wonder what made him do it?
So I am sure I know someone who killed themselves, but I can't think of it at the moment.
The one thing I kinda haven't told anyone about is that for basically the last two years, every time I went to bad, and every time I woke up I thought about killing myself. And not just like, a fleeting thought, like I thought about where I'd do it, how, everything for a good minute or two and it was basically uncontrollable. If I was lucid at night it would just pop into my head. And then all of a sudden it just stopped a few weeks ago.
Its kinda scared me pretty hard. Dunno what to do about it or anything.
you still have this, ed? hope you snap the fuck out of it.
It's finals week here and somebody just jumped off a residence hall in the complex I live in...
It was surreal seeing the police curtail it off and bring in a body bag.
i was fortunate to enough study at Berk for one semester during my junior year. sure enough, the chick above my room was found hanging by the neck from her ceiling fan. sad
You call a cab instead of calling 911?
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