I have some sympathy for that lady, but suicide is a fucking copout. Attempts at suicide are just ways to draw attention. I have fucking been there.
Now that I have pissed everybody off, a few qualifiers.
I have known three people who committed suicide in my life.
One was a close friend, one was a casual aquaintance, and one was a coworker I barely knew.
Mark, my good buddy, ate a twelve guage because he was bummed out about some chick in his first year of college.
That’s bullshit! Fuck you Mark! The other two are not close enough to matter.
In the 80’s, I got my right leg chopped off (above the knee)
in a work accident. I got some money out of the deal, but what is a leg worth?
The first five or 6 years after I got hurt, I was fucked up 24/7. Morphine, Demerol, Valium, Percodan, Halcion, various other pills, alchohol, reefer, coke, crank, name it, I was on it. I could not accept losing a leg. It’s called DENIAL.
I had a nice prosthesis, state of the art, but still couldn’t deal with it.
I wanted to kill myself every day. “I am a fucking airplane pilot! My life is over! How the fuck can I live with one fucking leg?” I had plenty of guns. I used to sit around fucked up outta my mind and put a loaded pistol to my head, or in my mouth, over and over. Cock the hammer, and say fuck it. For years.
One night I ran outta pills, drugs, booze, everything. I went to the local ER and demanded some pills…next thing I knew I was strapped to a gurney headed to the psycho ward.
I was considered a “threat to myself or others”.
After 6 days in the “ward” I split. After the initial “72 hour hold” I had voluntarily committed myself. They gave me some shit when I said I was leaving, but after I told one of the docs I would see him as a patient, (insurance is cool, he had visions of the $300/hr bills) they let me go.
I went home and said “fuck this shit. I am alive, I can walk, fuck it. A lot more people are more fucked up than I am, and they deal with it. These thoughts of killing myself are chickenshit BS, deal with it!”
After that, I got my shit together, and have a happy career in the computer business. I still have bad days, but I have no suicidal thoughts, and look forward to waking up in the morning.
I realized that the only thing I had to fight was my own mind, and I realized that suicide is a bullshit copout.
Some of you might say “well, whatever works, I have a diagnosed psychological problem, and screw you Klaatu”
I say screw you, fine, deal with whatever problem you got, but NOTHING is SO FUCKING BAD you need to kill yourself!
I believe I have written this post more for myself, than for the board, but I will post it anyway.