We live in a world where we want to ignore the painful and difficult topics. We live in a world where we don't want to utter those negative words and bad thoughts. We live in a world where suicide is nothing but a taboo subject.
In some places if you even come close to admitting your suicidal, by law certain professional groups are required to report you. Then, they put you in a mental ward of a hospital to hopefully get treatment. The thing is from what I know from ones that this happened too, there is no treatment. If you consider drugging someone to keep them alive treatment, okay - but I just don't see that as treatment.
Suicide is real. It happens all too often. It shocks the survivors and leaves them standing in disbelief. No one can comprehend what happened. Everyone feels sad and as if there was something they should have done, seen, or helped intervene with that person. Suicide sucks. Suicide is a horrible nightmare.
I know first hand because I've tried too many times. Fortunately I was never successful and there was always a friend, an angel, or some other event that stopped it. In those moments, I didn't care about living. I didn't care about anyone who would be sad if I was gone. I could not care. The pain was greater than most will ever know or understand.
In some places if you even come close to admitting your suicidal, by law certain professional groups are required to report you. Then, they put you in a mental ward of a hospital to hopefully get treatment. The thing is from what I know from ones that this happened too, there is no treatment. If you consider drugging someone to keep them alive treatment, okay - but I just don't see that as treatment.
Suicide is real. It happens all too often. It shocks the survivors and leaves them standing in disbelief. No one can comprehend what happened. Everyone feels sad and as if there was something they should have done, seen, or helped intervene with that person. Suicide sucks. Suicide is a horrible nightmare.
I know first hand because I've tried too many times. Fortunately I was never successful and there was always a friend, an angel, or some other event that stopped it. In those moments, I didn't care about living. I didn't care about anyone who would be sad if I was gone. I could not care. The pain was greater than most will ever know or understand.




