How has suicide touched your life?

Question

Maybe today isn't the best day of the year to ask this, but I will, anyway.

I think suicide must have effected most people in some way another, whether it be through a friend's taking his/her own life, one's own attempted suicide, etc. I have been touched by it mroe than once, and been left to see the way it effected others. The thought of it still scares me.

What is your story? Thank you, and peace to all.

Ah, I was waiting for that question. :) I put it in the poetry category, because most of my contacts are in this section.

Answer 1

I've come close to commiting it on several occasions. Depression runs deep in my family and I got hit hard, if it hadn't been for close friends and knowing what it would do to those I love, I probably would have done it years ago. And for those who say that suicide is for quitters or whatever, unless you've actually been close to taking your own life, you've got no room to talk in my opinion

Answer 2

I had a friend who was dying a slow and painful death where the doctors knew why she was dying but didn't have a clue what was causing it or how to stop it. She was so doped up on morphine and miserable that she could not do any of the things that brought her joy. She committed suicide and, although none of her friends would admit it aloud, I think everyone one was relieved. She had found some peace and escaped the terrible physical suffering she was enduring.

On the other hand, I've known a few dumb a$$es that have opted for the suicide instead of doing the work they knew they needed to do in order to make themselves better. It was always way more easier for them to blame everyone else for all their suffering. They were completely selfishly motivated deaths and I still see the suffering they caused their loved ones to endure.

I never think about it for myself. Just not an option. I gave my baggage away a long time ago. I don't let other people rule my life, because I've fought so damn hard to have one I can call my own.

We are all given challenges and choices.

Answer 3

I have stayed up talking with friends to all hours who have talked about committing suicide. I've had times in my life where I actively thought about taking my life. I don't own a gun in the house to this day, not because of some gun hang-up. but just that I worry about what I might have done, or I guess could still do if it were accessible. This is not to say that I am often depressed I'm not...but I remember the times I was quite keenly. I didn't really talk about any of it when I was--so, I doubt anyone was aware.

Not much of a story I guess, to which I'm glad in a way.

All my best to you.

Answer 4

I lost my sister.
I wrote this on what would have been her 29th birthday.

When I was just a little girl,
Somewhere about age five.
My sister told me such a tale,
She was then so alive.

She was a bit more old than I,
Almost four little years.
She told me tales of Daddy's deeds,
And cried a lot of tears.

She told how he came in at night,
Of what he had then done.
The things so bad, the way it hurt,
She wanted then to run.

A time or two he came to me,
And touched me way down low.
For what he did was very bad,
But I just did not know.

I didn't know for many years,
Just what my sister meant.
When I grew up and realized,
My young heart was then rent.

My Father is a memory,
His carcass in a box.
The casket went into the ground,
Sealed with two big padlocks.

He won't get out is what I vowed,
To sister's memory.
The shame and hurt she could not stand,
She set her spirit free.

It still brings tears to my eyes and a pain to my heart, but life goes on and I am learning to cope with this tragedy.

By the way Sandra, this is how it fits poetry.

Answer 5

um well i know or knew a guy who was about 21 or so. he had been in and outtof rehad for i think it was drugs and maybe alochol too. one of the last times i saw him he was passed out on a couch from a night of drinking and olny God knows what else from the night before. and one night he had enuff. he went to his room after his mom went to bed, he got a gun and shot himself in the chest. his mom heard the noise and woke up and opened her bedroom door and he fell into her arms. and kept asking, mama am i gonna die?? and later at the hospital......he did die.

and my mothers half brother had 2 kids, at the time they were 10 and 13, both gurls. well him and his wife had been having alotof problems and he had moved out and one night he couldnt take it anymore and left his house with a bottle of alchol and a gun and never came back,,,,the next morning they found him behind his house, dead. he had killed himself. and had tried a few weeks i think it was or maybe days before.

i agree with u, suicide i think has affected many pplz in one way or the other. and ive leanred, it is not an answer. cuz u dont need a permante soultion to a temperoray problem. its not worth it.

Answer 6

A friend I went to school with decided at age 22, that he was homosexual, and he couldn't deal with it. After 2 years of seeing a shrink, he just put his gun to his head and quit breathing.

Answer 7

How does this category fit poetry?