I know this has been beat to death already, but I wanted to add my little bit in here, mys tory I guess you can say. Oh boy, here goes.
I've had Bipolar my whole life, my it didn't entirely manifest itself until I was 15, and in my sophmore year of high school. I was sitting in health class one day and we were watching a video on suicide. This was really the first time it had been introduced to me in my life. Beforehand, it was just some obscure topic that I didn't really know anything about.
It was around September, I believe, at that time. Soemthing in the video hit me. I thought to myself, "I could kill myself, and no one would care." From that day onward, my downward spiral began. I began thinking of ways that I could 'off' myself. My choice eventually eneded up being overdosing on various medication found around my house.
I didn't know what was wrong with me, I felt unloved, lonley and completley out of it. I spent a lot of time in my bedroom, and would lie to people about how I felt and what I was doing.
I'm not sure why it manifested itself then, it just did.
The closer it got to winter (November), the more I wanted to die. I can't pinpoint a why, and even if I could, it probably woulnd't make much sense.
One day I decided to off myself, I found a perfect opputunity. Obviously, during this 2-3 month sojurn I was not thinking clearly. My choice of day was November 17th/18th. I was spending the night at my friends house. My closest friends were all with me. Only two realy knew about my depression and my sucidal thoughts, but I had kept them at bay for awhile.
I had written the note, collected the pills and was ready to do the deed. I did, I overdosed, but oddly enough, I know God was there, prompting me to stop being an idiot. How so? I can swallow any pill, any size. That night I was having trouble with the smallest of the pills, I was gagging on them.
I ended up with all those friends, the girl's parents taking me to the emergency room that night.
After that breif encounter getting my stomach pumped (which I would NEVER recommend), I was shipped up to the Emergency Medical Nerougical Center at the University of Utah. This was basically a mental hosptial. No metal, no string, no shoes, no pens, No shampoo, etc. I was there for a week, i got out Thanksgiving day. I hated it, and vowed, next time I tried, I'd be dead.
This downward spiral with a few high peaked manics continued for the next month or so until my new therapist decided I was harming myself and others around me and sent me to another mental hospital. This time it was a day treatment program. I was taken out of high school and placed here. Monday through Friday, 8 AM-5 PM. For three months. I learened there, I had therapy there and that's where I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder.
In the months after I got out (I was there from beginning of January to end of March), I still had suidcial tendecies, self-harming and the like. I hated myself and what I had done. I had so much guilt.
Enough about me I guess....
Yes, sucide is a selfish thing, but you CANNOT expect those in that state of mind to actually understand that they are being selfish. They see it, as I did as being benevolent and doing what they think is best for their families.
They don't understand that it is a selfish act (as I didn't), and obviously can't think straight. You can't convince them are being selfish......it will not work.
I've been on both sides of the fence, my sister tried/wants to constantly, I did, a girl in high school that I knew hung herself on the bleachers.
Unless you've been there and done that, I don't think that you can really understand what is going through our heads.
Okay, enough of me.....:sorry1: