I survived suicide attempts

Thank you Jim for starting this frank and honest discussion about suicidal thoughts. I'm inviting @overwhelmed @johnjames @bbams and @safetyshield to join you here.
It is reassuring to hear that you don't want to end your life and that you have a solid reason (your wife) for not doing it. When the physical and emotional pain becomes unbearable, how do you keep yourself from the brink?

Thank you Jim for starting this frank and honest discussion about suicidal thoughts. I'm inviting @overwhelmed @johnjames @bbams and @safetyshield to join you here.
It is reassuring to hear that you don't want to end your life and that you have a solid reason (your wife) for not doing it. When the physical and emotional pain becomes unbearable, how do you keep yourself from the brink?

I've been watching and reading this thread, since it started. Until now, I have only thought about replying or adding to it. I suppose in part because I've never "attempted suicide". Suicidal Ideation however has been a very large part of my thoughts, throughout the years. (Presently, as I write this, I have not had such thoughts in quite some time.) I would consider myself, as having "Passive Suicidal Ideation"- a desire to die, without a specific plan to carry it out. Suicide, at some point in my life, became an "option", if I could not withstand the battles of my life... I work hard to remain a survivor.
At the age of 27, I had a beautiful, curly red headed baby girl. Joy, renewal, and a vow... to raise her without abuse, harm, or as an outlet for my anger. She is 20 years old now, and I'm SO very proud, to be her Mom. (My vow to my daughter will make more sense, if you choose to read on.)
I have shared, in another post, that I journal. I have since I was very young. Looking back through some of those journals, I see a dark side in my words, helplessness, in my writing... and I recall writing those words and feelings, from those times. Pleading, and begging to have it ALL go away. I DO see a therapist presently. I've been to many over the years, as I seek "help" when I KNOW my thought patterns are again, shifting.
My paternal grandmother died when I was 13yrs old. She was literally my "lifeline", as only she gave me the support, and compassion that I unknowingly sought, the years before she passed. Her passing was like the end of the world, for me. I vividly recall the middle of the night phone call, my father received... letting him know, she had died. Seeing my father cry. To this day, I am deathly afraid, of middle of the night phone calls.
After her passing, I lost a lot of weight (diagnosed as anorexic) I started "cutting" and graduated to burning. (From the MAYO clinic; ~Cutting- Nonsuicidal self-injury, often simply called self-injury, is the act of deliberately harming the surface of your own body, such as cutting or burning yourself. It's typically not meant as a suicide attempt. Rather, this type of self-injury is an unhealthy way to cope with emotional pain, intense anger, and frustration. ~) (I have been in "cutting" sobriety, for many years. IT has NOT always been easy.) Depression, chronic anxiety/panic attacks... PTSD. These diagnoses did NOT just come about because of my Grandma's passing. Her passing, and the sudden realization that my lifeline was gone, exacerbated my feelings of being empty, totally alone, unlovable and lost, and brought to the surface, the deep emotional pain, I had endured since before I was 5yrs old.
I was SO young, my relationship with my mother was very "strained', I realized we were NOT close before I was 5. She was not afraid to shout the words, "I wish you had never been born!" My father, so much like my grandma, (his Mom) was my rock. Never was I unsure if he loved me, or was proud that I was his daughter. (I was an only child for 5 yrs before my middle sibling was born.) I felt I lived in a war zone, when my parents were together. My mother is/was very insecure, jealous, and hateful. Especially toward the relationship between my dad, and myself. She was physically, emotionally, and psychologically abusive. (Accusations of extra-marital affairs, against my Dad, were a nightly "dinner topic") EVERY day, I lived this. I witnessed Domestic Violence, ALL night arguing, and dysfunction, in all of its horrifying grandeur. My mother was my enemy, and I was one of her targets. * I will leave gaps of my story, as some parts; induce great panic attacks/anxiety, for me, to this day. As an example, when my Mother became enraged she would grab my hair, wrap it around her fist, clench it tightly, and RIP it out of my head. My scalp would bleed. She would laugh, and "promise" I would "get" it again. *
I was introduced to the concept of "suicide', at the age of 4. Of course I didn't understand it, or what it meant but my mother, used the words, “I will kill myself, and then you'll be sorry", to my Dad, several times during their daily/nightly arguments. My mother would make phone calls to my Dad's work, EVERY day, tell ME what to say when the receptionist answered, and when my Dad would pick up the call, I was coached to tell him; “Daddy, you need to come home. Mommy is going to kill herself". At first, he would. He would leave work, and come home. They would fight. I would hide.
As time went on, and my mother continued this behavior, my Dad would NO longer take the calls I was forced to make. I TOOK the brunt of those "NO longer taken phone calls", and I feared my mother and being alone with her. This was in the early 70's, and I was only 4/5. (I was threatened, by my mother, when I became school aged, threatened with agonizing physical repercussions, IF I ever said a word about MY home life. I never did.) My parents had 2 more daughters. My mother targeted neither of them, as I became their protector.
At 47, I am still haunted by everything I endured. (MY PTSD diagnosis) Memories get easier, but do not go away.
My mother attempted suicide, one time, which I know of. My Dad, spoke to professional's re: my mother's chronically abusive behaviors, and she was put on medication, evaluated, and mandated to work with a therapist. If she did not, she would’ve been placed in an "institution". She "played" along, and NEVER was seen, as who she truly was/is. My mother continued her "targeting" of me, until I graduated HS, and moved out, 2 months later. Her behaviors toward my Dad NEVER ceased. She will be 69 in a few short weeks. 50 yrs of marriage. (My birthday candle wish, every year was; “I wish that Mom and Dad will get divorced.” It never came true.)
My Dad..., who I have spoken of proudly, IS chronically sick. He is in the hospital, with Stage 4 kidney failure, survived 3 open heart surgeries, served in Vietnam, ALWAYS saying, " I am a soldier"... and HE endured my mother’s abuse his entire adult life. He has also been one of my strongest lifelines, and he IS going to die. He recently made his "end of life" choices. DNR is in place.
He CAN return home, to live what time he has left. He CHOSE NOT to. His reason; “I can NO longer live with your mother, or her abusive ways. I do love her BUT I am tired, and I am done". His 3 daughters, my 2 younger sisters, and I support and accept his difficult decision. Yet, OUR hearts are broken.
Yet, I know that even the strongest soldier, one-day finds, that it's his time to rest.
My Dad has been in Palliative Care, for just under 1 month now. I am proud of my Dad. It is the first choice he has made for himself, OVER my mother's blatant disregard FOR his needs/wants. After 50 yrs, of "unknowingly enabling and 'giving in' to my mother, out of his love for her, ( and his concrete explanation of, " Your mother is sick, I can’t leave her.") My Dad has stood up to her.
She has told him he is selfish, abusive and has never loved her, for the choice he has now made. She has stated she will commit suicide, when he dies. *By my young adult years, I knew just how very conniving, and manipulative my mother was/ and still is. And, YES... how VERY mentally sick she's been her entire life.*
My "wish" has now become, that MY dad lives his last days, weeks, or months, the way he chooses. He has limited the amount of visits my mother is allowed, to see him. A difficult, yet necessary decision.
AS I read your post's @overwhelmed, and @jimhd 's, regarding suicide, my heart heard your feelings, thoughts, and worries. Very loudly. My OWN memories, emotions, and deepest fears surfaced. BUT I didn't panic. I felt NOT so alone. I know, being told, "You are NOT alone" and "Feeling totally and hopelessly alone, during those times... are a battle fought, in a troubled, fragile mind. I know. I get "it". I "hear" you. I have "felt" it.
And @johnjames, you have a truly incredible and compassionate knowledge base, filled with empathy and genuine concern. NOT only because you have studied such areas of life, but because you have lived through, witnessed, and experienced so much, as a man. A human being, beyond all else that you have become, throughout your life's journey, thus far. Your very first post, in which you shared some very deep experiences from your military career, and as a Chaplain, drew me in, more than you may realize. Maybe, I was directed to your posts and words by something larger than myself. (I have copied and saved, many of your replies to others, and to myself, so that I can look at them, read them, and draw strength from them.) They have given me a "new" perspective, on many subjects, and for that, I’m grateful.
I seem to post in Connect when certain posts just draw me in because I truly "feel" them. Almost like, I am meant to read them. Not just in this thread but in several others, as well. And as I read them, I "feel" them because the "emotions" that they display are similar to my experiences, or I feel a need to reach out, and offer some light, in a dark moment. Because I HAVE been there, and I am sure, I will be again. Yet, I live to be as positive as I can be, see the big picture, in the smallest things, or see the simple things in the big picture, and realize that I DO have a purpose here, in this world. Even if I don't always see it. Sometimes I feel that we don't always see our own purpose at times because it is meant for others to see.
Dealing with suicide, suicidal ideation, cutting, etc... It is not easy. Especially, when the demons you wish to escape, come from within your darkest experiences, or thoughts. We are NOT our demons. We DO have a purpose here in life, and we ARE survivors. We must be extra gentle, yet sometimes stern, with ourselves. Nurture ourselves, yet urge ourselves to get back up.
We are the ONLY person that will be with US, every day, all of our life.
What I have shared isn't even a quarter of my experiences. But I AM HERE. I've ridden the terrifying roller coaster, and I am STILL here. And no, journaling doesn't always get rid of those feelings. Sometimes, I just want to rip the pages out... and I have.
The fall down a ladder, is easier than the climb up a ladder. YET, we have re-climbed our ladder, one rung at a time. Many times, for WE are here. We don't have to get back to the top of OUR ladder, in one day; we just need to hang on to ONE rung, of OUR ladder, at a time. Even when, the "hanging on" part is the MOST difficult thing in the world. Sit on the rung of the ladder, even if it's at the bottom sometimes. When you're able, start the climb, to the next rung, don't look all the way to the top of your ladder... just concentrate on that very next rung... getting back up is a process, NOT a race.
I see "your" purpose, in your posts.... With genuine appreciation, ~ KIM

I've been watching and reading this thread, since it started. Until now, I have only thought about replying or adding to it. I suppose in part because I've never "attempted suicide". Suicidal Ideation however has been a very large part of my thoughts, throughout the years. (Presently, as I write this, I have not had such thoughts in quite some time.) I would consider myself, as having "Passive Suicidal Ideation"- a desire to die, without a specific plan to carry it out. Suicide, at some point in my life, became an "option", if I could not withstand the battles of my life... I work hard to remain a survivor.
At the age of 27, I had a beautiful, curly red headed baby girl. Joy, renewal, and a vow... to raise her without abuse, harm, or as an outlet for my anger. She is 20 years old now, and I'm SO very proud, to be her Mom. (My vow to my daughter will make more sense, if you choose to read on.)
I have shared, in another post, that I journal. I have since I was very young. Looking back through some of those journals, I see a dark side in my words, helplessness, in my writing... and I recall writing those words and feelings, from those times. Pleading, and begging to have it ALL go away. I DO see a therapist presently. I've been to many over the years, as I seek "help" when I KNOW my thought patterns are again, shifting.
My paternal grandmother died when I was 13yrs old. She was literally my "lifeline", as only she gave me the support, and compassion that I unknowingly sought, the years before she passed. Her passing was like the end of the world, for me. I vividly recall the middle of the night phone call, my father received... letting him know, she had died. Seeing my father cry. To this day, I am deathly afraid, of middle of the night phone calls.
After her passing, I lost a lot of weight (diagnosed as anorexic) I started "cutting" and graduated to burning. (From the MAYO clinic; ~Cutting- Nonsuicidal self-injury, often simply called self-injury, is the act of deliberately harming the surface of your own body, such as cutting or burning yourself. It's typically not meant as a suicide attempt. Rather, this type of self-injury is an unhealthy way to cope with emotional pain, intense anger, and frustration. ~) (I have been in "cutting" sobriety, for many years. IT has NOT always been easy.) Depression, chronic anxiety/panic attacks... PTSD. These diagnoses did NOT just come about because of my Grandma's passing. Her passing, and the sudden realization that my lifeline was gone, exacerbated my feelings of being empty, totally alone, unlovable and lost, and brought to the surface, the deep emotional pain, I had endured since before I was 5yrs old.
I was SO young, my relationship with my mother was very "strained', I realized we were NOT close before I was 5. She was not afraid to shout the words, "I wish you had never been born!" My father, so much like my grandma, (his Mom) was my rock. Never was I unsure if he loved me, or was proud that I was his daughter. (I was an only child for 5 yrs before my middle sibling was born.) I felt I lived in a war zone, when my parents were together. My mother is/was very insecure, jealous, and hateful. Especially toward the relationship between my dad, and myself. She was physically, emotionally, and psychologically abusive. (Accusations of extra-marital affairs, against my Dad, were a nightly "dinner topic") EVERY day, I lived this. I witnessed Domestic Violence, ALL night arguing, and dysfunction, in all of its horrifying grandeur. My mother was my enemy, and I was one of her targets. * I will leave gaps of my story, as some parts; induce great panic attacks/anxiety, for me, to this day. As an example, when my Mother became enraged she would grab my hair, wrap it around her fist, clench it tightly, and RIP it out of my head. My scalp would bleed. She would laugh, and "promise" I would "get" it again. *
I was introduced to the concept of "suicide', at the age of 4. Of course I didn't understand it, or what it meant but my mother, used the words, “I will kill myself, and then you'll be sorry", to my Dad, several times during their daily/nightly arguments. My mother would make phone calls to my Dad's work, EVERY day, tell ME what to say when the receptionist answered, and when my Dad would pick up the call, I was coached to tell him; “Daddy, you need to come home. Mommy is going to kill herself". At first, he would. He would leave work, and come home. They would fight. I would hide.
As time went on, and my mother continued this behavior, my Dad would NO longer take the calls I was forced to make. I TOOK the brunt of those "NO longer taken phone calls", and I feared my mother and being alone with her. This was in the early 70's, and I was only 4/5. (I was threatened, by my mother, when I became school aged, threatened with agonizing physical repercussions, IF I ever said a word about MY home life. I never did.) My parents had 2 more daughters. My mother targeted neither of them, as I became their protector.
At 47, I am still haunted by everything I endured. (MY PTSD diagnosis) Memories get easier, but do not go away.
My mother attempted suicide, one time, which I know of. My Dad, spoke to professional's re: my mother's chronically abusive behaviors, and she was put on medication, evaluated, and mandated to work with a therapist. If she did not, she would’ve been placed in an "institution". She "played" along, and NEVER was seen, as who she truly was/is. My mother continued her "targeting" of me, until I graduated HS, and moved out, 2 months later. Her behaviors toward my Dad NEVER ceased. She will be 69 in a few short weeks. 50 yrs of marriage. (My birthday candle wish, every year was; “I wish that Mom and Dad will get divorced.” It never came true.)
My Dad..., who I have spoken of proudly, IS chronically sick. He is in the hospital, with Stage 4 kidney failure, survived 3 open heart surgeries, served in Vietnam, ALWAYS saying, " I am a soldier"... and HE endured my mother’s abuse his entire adult life. He has also been one of my strongest lifelines, and he IS going to die. He recently made his "end of life" choices. DNR is in place.
He CAN return home, to live what time he has left. He CHOSE NOT to. His reason; “I can NO longer live with your mother, or her abusive ways. I do love her BUT I am tired, and I am done". His 3 daughters, my 2 younger sisters, and I support and accept his difficult decision. Yet, OUR hearts are broken.
Yet, I know that even the strongest soldier, one-day finds, that it's his time to rest.
My Dad has been in Palliative Care, for just under 1 month now. I am proud of my Dad. It is the first choice he has made for himself, OVER my mother's blatant disregard FOR his needs/wants. After 50 yrs, of "unknowingly enabling and 'giving in' to my mother, out of his love for her, ( and his concrete explanation of, " Your mother is sick, I can’t leave her.") My Dad has stood up to her.
She has told him he is selfish, abusive and has never loved her, for the choice he has now made. She has stated she will commit suicide, when he dies. *By my young adult years, I knew just how very conniving, and manipulative my mother was/ and still is. And, YES... how VERY mentally sick she's been her entire life.*
My "wish" has now become, that MY dad lives his last days, weeks, or months, the way he chooses. He has limited the amount of visits my mother is allowed, to see him. A difficult, yet necessary decision.
AS I read your post's @overwhelmed, and @jimhd 's, regarding suicide, my heart heard your feelings, thoughts, and worries. Very loudly. My OWN memories, emotions, and deepest fears surfaced. BUT I didn't panic. I felt NOT so alone. I know, being told, "You are NOT alone" and "Feeling totally and hopelessly alone, during those times... are a battle fought, in a troubled, fragile mind. I know. I get "it". I "hear" you. I have "felt" it.
And @johnjames, you have a truly incredible and compassionate knowledge base, filled with empathy and genuine concern. NOT only because you have studied such areas of life, but because you have lived through, witnessed, and experienced so much, as a man. A human being, beyond all else that you have become, throughout your life's journey, thus far. Your very first post, in which you shared some very deep experiences from your military career, and as a Chaplain, drew me in, more than you may realize. Maybe, I was directed to your posts and words by something larger than myself. (I have copied and saved, many of your replies to others, and to myself, so that I can look at them, read them, and draw strength from them.) They have given me a "new" perspective, on many subjects, and for that, I’m grateful.
I seem to post in Connect when certain posts just draw me in because I truly "feel" them. Almost like, I am meant to read them. Not just in this thread but in several others, as well. And as I read them, I "feel" them because the "emotions" that they display are similar to my experiences, or I feel a need to reach out, and offer some light, in a dark moment. Because I HAVE been there, and I am sure, I will be again. Yet, I live to be as positive as I can be, see the big picture, in the smallest things, or see the simple things in the big picture, and realize that I DO have a purpose here, in this world. Even if I don't always see it. Sometimes I feel that we don't always see our own purpose at times because it is meant for others to see.
Dealing with suicide, suicidal ideation, cutting, etc... It is not easy. Especially, when the demons you wish to escape, come from within your darkest experiences, or thoughts. We are NOT our demons. We DO have a purpose here in life, and we ARE survivors. We must be extra gentle, yet sometimes stern, with ourselves. Nurture ourselves, yet urge ourselves to get back up.
We are the ONLY person that will be with US, every day, all of our life.
What I have shared isn't even a quarter of my experiences. But I AM HERE. I've ridden the terrifying roller coaster, and I am STILL here. And no, journaling doesn't always get rid of those feelings. Sometimes, I just want to rip the pages out... and I have.
The fall down a ladder, is easier than the climb up a ladder. YET, we have re-climbed our ladder, one rung at a time. Many times, for WE are here. We don't have to get back to the top of OUR ladder, in one day; we just need to hang on to ONE rung, of OUR ladder, at a time. Even when, the "hanging on" part is the MOST difficult thing in the world. Sit on the rung of the ladder, even if it's at the bottom sometimes. When you're able, start the climb, to the next rung, don't look all the way to the top of your ladder... just concentrate on that very next rung... getting back up is a process, NOT a race.
I see "your" purpose, in your posts.... With genuine appreciation, ~ KIM

I've been watching and reading this thread, since it started. Until now, I have only thought about replying or adding to it. I suppose in part because I've never "attempted suicide". Suicidal Ideation however has been a very large part of my thoughts, throughout the years. (Presently, as I write this, I have not had such thoughts in quite some time.) I would consider myself, as having "Passive Suicidal Ideation"- a desire to die, without a specific plan to carry it out. Suicide, at some point in my life, became an "option", if I could not withstand the battles of my life... I work hard to remain a survivor.
At the age of 27, I had a beautiful, curly red headed baby girl. Joy, renewal, and a vow... to raise her without abuse, harm, or as an outlet for my anger. She is 20 years old now, and I'm SO very proud, to be her Mom. (My vow to my daughter will make more sense, if you choose to read on.)
I have shared, in another post, that I journal. I have since I was very young. Looking back through some of those journals, I see a dark side in my words, helplessness, in my writing... and I recall writing those words and feelings, from those times. Pleading, and begging to have it ALL go away. I DO see a therapist presently. I've been to many over the years, as I seek "help" when I KNOW my thought patterns are again, shifting.
My paternal grandmother died when I was 13yrs old. She was literally my "lifeline", as only she gave me the support, and compassion that I unknowingly sought, the years before she passed. Her passing was like the end of the world, for me. I vividly recall the middle of the night phone call, my father received... letting him know, she had died. Seeing my father cry. To this day, I am deathly afraid, of middle of the night phone calls.
After her passing, I lost a lot of weight (diagnosed as anorexic) I started "cutting" and graduated to burning. (From the MAYO clinic; ~Cutting- Nonsuicidal self-injury, often simply called self-injury, is the act of deliberately harming the surface of your own body, such as cutting or burning yourself. It's typically not meant as a suicide attempt. Rather, this type of self-injury is an unhealthy way to cope with emotional pain, intense anger, and frustration. ~) (I have been in "cutting" sobriety, for many years. IT has NOT always been easy.) Depression, chronic anxiety/panic attacks... PTSD. These diagnoses did NOT just come about because of my Grandma's passing. Her passing, and the sudden realization that my lifeline was gone, exacerbated my feelings of being empty, totally alone, unlovable and lost, and brought to the surface, the deep emotional pain, I had endured since before I was 5yrs old.
I was SO young, my relationship with my mother was very "strained', I realized we were NOT close before I was 5. She was not afraid to shout the words, "I wish you had never been born!" My father, so much like my grandma, (his Mom) was my rock. Never was I unsure if he loved me, or was proud that I was his daughter. (I was an only child for 5 yrs before my middle sibling was born.) I felt I lived in a war zone, when my parents were together. My mother is/was very insecure, jealous, and hateful. Especially toward the relationship between my dad, and myself. She was physically, emotionally, and psychologically abusive. (Accusations of extra-marital affairs, against my Dad, were a nightly "dinner topic") EVERY day, I lived this. I witnessed Domestic Violence, ALL night arguing, and dysfunction, in all of its horrifying grandeur. My mother was my enemy, and I was one of her targets. * I will leave gaps of my story, as some parts; induce great panic attacks/anxiety, for me, to this day. As an example, when my Mother became enraged she would grab my hair, wrap it around her fist, clench it tightly, and RIP it out of my head. My scalp would bleed. She would laugh, and "promise" I would "get" it again. *
I was introduced to the concept of "suicide', at the age of 4. Of course I didn't understand it, or what it meant but my mother, used the words, “I will kill myself, and then you'll be sorry", to my Dad, several times during their daily/nightly arguments. My mother would make phone calls to my Dad's work, EVERY day, tell ME what to say when the receptionist answered, and when my Dad would pick up the call, I was coached to tell him; “Daddy, you need to come home. Mommy is going to kill herself". At first, he would. He would leave work, and come home. They would fight. I would hide.
As time went on, and my mother continued this behavior, my Dad would NO longer take the calls I was forced to make. I TOOK the brunt of those "NO longer taken phone calls", and I feared my mother and being alone with her. This was in the early 70's, and I was only 4/5. (I was threatened, by my mother, when I became school aged, threatened with agonizing physical repercussions, IF I ever said a word about MY home life. I never did.) My parents had 2 more daughters. My mother targeted neither of them, as I became their protector.
At 47, I am still haunted by everything I endured. (MY PTSD diagnosis) Memories get easier, but do not go away.
My mother attempted suicide, one time, which I know of. My Dad, spoke to professional's re: my mother's chronically abusive behaviors, and she was put on medication, evaluated, and mandated to work with a therapist. If she did not, she would’ve been placed in an "institution". She "played" along, and NEVER was seen, as who she truly was/is. My mother continued her "targeting" of me, until I graduated HS, and moved out, 2 months later. Her behaviors toward my Dad NEVER ceased. She will be 69 in a few short weeks. 50 yrs of marriage. (My birthday candle wish, every year was; “I wish that Mom and Dad will get divorced.” It never came true.)
My Dad..., who I have spoken of proudly, IS chronically sick. He is in the hospital, with Stage 4 kidney failure, survived 3 open heart surgeries, served in Vietnam, ALWAYS saying, " I am a soldier"... and HE endured my mother’s abuse his entire adult life. He has also been one of my strongest lifelines, and he IS going to die. He recently made his "end of life" choices. DNR is in place.
He CAN return home, to live what time he has left. He CHOSE NOT to. His reason; “I can NO longer live with your mother, or her abusive ways. I do love her BUT I am tired, and I am done". His 3 daughters, my 2 younger sisters, and I support and accept his difficult decision. Yet, OUR hearts are broken.
Yet, I know that even the strongest soldier, one-day finds, that it's his time to rest.
My Dad has been in Palliative Care, for just under 1 month now. I am proud of my Dad. It is the first choice he has made for himself, OVER my mother's blatant disregard FOR his needs/wants. After 50 yrs, of "unknowingly enabling and 'giving in' to my mother, out of his love for her, ( and his concrete explanation of, " Your mother is sick, I can’t leave her.") My Dad has stood up to her.
She has told him he is selfish, abusive and has never loved her, for the choice he has now made. She has stated she will commit suicide, when he dies. *By my young adult years, I knew just how very conniving, and manipulative my mother was/ and still is. And, YES... how VERY mentally sick she's been her entire life.*
My "wish" has now become, that MY dad lives his last days, weeks, or months, the way he chooses. He has limited the amount of visits my mother is allowed, to see him. A difficult, yet necessary decision.
AS I read your post's @overwhelmed, and @jimhd 's, regarding suicide, my heart heard your feelings, thoughts, and worries. Very loudly. My OWN memories, emotions, and deepest fears surfaced. BUT I didn't panic. I felt NOT so alone. I know, being told, "You are NOT alone" and "Feeling totally and hopelessly alone, during those times... are a battle fought, in a troubled, fragile mind. I know. I get "it". I "hear" you. I have "felt" it.
And @johnjames, you have a truly incredible and compassionate knowledge base, filled with empathy and genuine concern. NOT only because you have studied such areas of life, but because you have lived through, witnessed, and experienced so much, as a man. A human being, beyond all else that you have become, throughout your life's journey, thus far. Your very first post, in which you shared some very deep experiences from your military career, and as a Chaplain, drew me in, more than you may realize. Maybe, I was directed to your posts and words by something larger than myself. (I have copied and saved, many of your replies to others, and to myself, so that I can look at them, read them, and draw strength from them.) They have given me a "new" perspective, on many subjects, and for that, I’m grateful.
I seem to post in Connect when certain posts just draw me in because I truly "feel" them. Almost like, I am meant to read them. Not just in this thread but in several others, as well. And as I read them, I "feel" them because the "emotions" that they display are similar to my experiences, or I feel a need to reach out, and offer some light, in a dark moment. Because I HAVE been there, and I am sure, I will be again. Yet, I live to be as positive as I can be, see the big picture, in the smallest things, or see the simple things in the big picture, and realize that I DO have a purpose here, in this world. Even if I don't always see it. Sometimes I feel that we don't always see our own purpose at times because it is meant for others to see.
Dealing with suicide, suicidal ideation, cutting, etc... It is not easy. Especially, when the demons you wish to escape, come from within your darkest experiences, or thoughts. We are NOT our demons. We DO have a purpose here in life, and we ARE survivors. We must be extra gentle, yet sometimes stern, with ourselves. Nurture ourselves, yet urge ourselves to get back up.
We are the ONLY person that will be with US, every day, all of our life.
What I have shared isn't even a quarter of my experiences. But I AM HERE. I've ridden the terrifying roller coaster, and I am STILL here. And no, journaling doesn't always get rid of those feelings. Sometimes, I just want to rip the pages out... and I have.
The fall down a ladder, is easier than the climb up a ladder. YET, we have re-climbed our ladder, one rung at a time. Many times, for WE are here. We don't have to get back to the top of OUR ladder, in one day; we just need to hang on to ONE rung, of OUR ladder, at a time. Even when, the "hanging on" part is the MOST difficult thing in the world. Sit on the rung of the ladder, even if it's at the bottom sometimes. When you're able, start the climb, to the next rung, don't look all the way to the top of your ladder... just concentrate on that very next rung... getting back up is a process, NOT a race.
I see "your" purpose, in your posts.... With genuine appreciation, ~ KIM

Thank you Jim for starting this frank and honest discussion about suicidal thoughts. I'm inviting @overwhelmed @johnjames @bbams and @safetyshield to join you here.
It is reassuring to hear that you don't want to end your life and that you have a solid reason (your wife) for not doing it. When the physical and emotional pain becomes unbearable, how do you keep yourself from the brink?

Thank you Jim for starting this frank and honest discussion about suicidal thoughts. I'm inviting @overwhelmed @johnjames @bbams and @safetyshield to join you here.
It is reassuring to hear that you don't want to end your life and that you have a solid reason (your wife) for not doing it. When the physical and emotional pain becomes unbearable, how do you keep yourself from the brink?

Thank you Jim for starting this frank and honest discussion about suicidal thoughts. I'm inviting @overwhelmed @johnjames @bbams and @safetyshield to join you here.
It is reassuring to hear that you don't want to end your life and that you have a solid reason (your wife) for not doing it. When the physical and emotional pain becomes unbearable, how do you keep yourself from the brink?

I've been watching and reading this thread, since it started. Until now, I have only thought about replying or adding to it. I suppose in part because I've never "attempted suicide". Suicidal Ideation however has been a very large part of my thoughts, throughout the years. (Presently, as I write this, I have not had such thoughts in quite some time.) I would consider myself, as having "Passive Suicidal Ideation"- a desire to die, without a specific plan to carry it out. Suicide, at some point in my life, became an "option", if I could not withstand the battles of my life... I work hard to remain a survivor.
At the age of 27, I had a beautiful, curly red headed baby girl. Joy, renewal, and a vow... to raise her without abuse, harm, or as an outlet for my anger. She is 20 years old now, and I'm SO very proud, to be her Mom. (My vow to my daughter will make more sense, if you choose to read on.)
I have shared, in another post, that I journal. I have since I was very young. Looking back through some of those journals, I see a dark side in my words, helplessness, in my writing... and I recall writing those words and feelings, from those times. Pleading, and begging to have it ALL go away. I DO see a therapist presently. I've been to many over the years, as I seek "help" when I KNOW my thought patterns are again, shifting.
My paternal grandmother died when I was 13yrs old. She was literally my "lifeline", as only she gave me the support, and compassion that I unknowingly sought, the years before she passed. Her passing was like the end of the world, for me. I vividly recall the middle of the night phone call, my father received... letting him know, she had died. Seeing my father cry. To this day, I am deathly afraid, of middle of the night phone calls.
After her passing, I lost a lot of weight (diagnosed as anorexic) I started "cutting" and graduated to burning. (From the MAYO clinic; ~Cutting- Nonsuicidal self-injury, often simply called self-injury, is the act of deliberately harming the surface of your own body, such as cutting or burning yourself. It's typically not meant as a suicide attempt. Rather, this type of self-injury is an unhealthy way to cope with emotional pain, intense anger, and frustration. ~) (I have been in "cutting" sobriety, for many years. IT has NOT always been easy.) Depression, chronic anxiety/panic attacks... PTSD. These diagnoses did NOT just come about because of my Grandma's passing. Her passing, and the sudden realization that my lifeline was gone, exacerbated my feelings of being empty, totally alone, unlovable and lost, and brought to the surface, the deep emotional pain, I had endured since before I was 5yrs old.
I was SO young, my relationship with my mother was very "strained', I realized we were NOT close before I was 5. She was not afraid to shout the words, "I wish you had never been born!" My father, so much like my grandma, (his Mom) was my rock. Never was I unsure if he loved me, or was proud that I was his daughter. (I was an only child for 5 yrs before my middle sibling was born.) I felt I lived in a war zone, when my parents were together. My mother is/was very insecure, jealous, and hateful. Especially toward the relationship between my dad, and myself. She was physically, emotionally, and psychologically abusive. (Accusations of extra-marital affairs, against my Dad, were a nightly "dinner topic") EVERY day, I lived this. I witnessed Domestic Violence, ALL night arguing, and dysfunction, in all of its horrifying grandeur. My mother was my enemy, and I was one of her targets. * I will leave gaps of my story, as some parts; induce great panic attacks/anxiety, for me, to this day. As an example, when my Mother became enraged she would grab my hair, wrap it around her fist, clench it tightly, and RIP it out of my head. My scalp would bleed. She would laugh, and "promise" I would "get" it again. *
I was introduced to the concept of "suicide', at the age of 4. Of course I didn't understand it, or what it meant but my mother, used the words, “I will kill myself, and then you'll be sorry", to my Dad, several times during their daily/nightly arguments. My mother would make phone calls to my Dad's work, EVERY day, tell ME what to say when the receptionist answered, and when my Dad would pick up the call, I was coached to tell him; “Daddy, you need to come home. Mommy is going to kill herself". At first, he would. He would leave work, and come home. They would fight. I would hide.
As time went on, and my mother continued this behavior, my Dad would NO longer take the calls I was forced to make. I TOOK the brunt of those "NO longer taken phone calls", and I feared my mother and being alone with her. This was in the early 70's, and I was only 4/5. (I was threatened, by my mother, when I became school aged, threatened with agonizing physical repercussions, IF I ever said a word about MY home life. I never did.) My parents had 2 more daughters. My mother targeted neither of them, as I became their protector.
At 47, I am still haunted by everything I endured. (MY PTSD diagnosis) Memories get easier, but do not go away.
My mother attempted suicide, one time, which I know of. My Dad, spoke to professional's re: my mother's chronically abusive behaviors, and she was put on medication, evaluated, and mandated to work with a therapist. If she did not, she would’ve been placed in an "institution". She "played" along, and NEVER was seen, as who she truly was/is. My mother continued her "targeting" of me, until I graduated HS, and moved out, 2 months later. Her behaviors toward my Dad NEVER ceased. She will be 69 in a few short weeks. 50 yrs of marriage. (My birthday candle wish, every year was; “I wish that Mom and Dad will get divorced.” It never came true.)
My Dad..., who I have spoken of proudly, IS chronically sick. He is in the hospital, with Stage 4 kidney failure, survived 3 open heart surgeries, served in Vietnam, ALWAYS saying, " I am a soldier"... and HE endured my mother’s abuse his entire adult life. He has also been one of my strongest lifelines, and he IS going to die. He recently made his "end of life" choices. DNR is in place.
He CAN return home, to live what time he has left. He CHOSE NOT to. His reason; “I can NO longer live with your mother, or her abusive ways. I do love her BUT I am tired, and I am done". His 3 daughters, my 2 younger sisters, and I support and accept his difficult decision. Yet, OUR hearts are broken.
Yet, I know that even the strongest soldier, one-day finds, that it's his time to rest.
My Dad has been in Palliative Care, for just under 1 month now. I am proud of my Dad. It is the first choice he has made for himself, OVER my mother's blatant disregard FOR his needs/wants. After 50 yrs, of "unknowingly enabling and 'giving in' to my mother, out of his love for her, ( and his concrete explanation of, " Your mother is sick, I can’t leave her.") My Dad has stood up to her.
She has told him he is selfish, abusive and has never loved her, for the choice he has now made. She has stated she will commit suicide, when he dies. *By my young adult years, I knew just how very conniving, and manipulative my mother was/ and still is. And, YES... how VERY mentally sick she's been her entire life.*
My "wish" has now become, that MY dad lives his last days, weeks, or months, the way he chooses. He has limited the amount of visits my mother is allowed, to see him. A difficult, yet necessary decision.
AS I read your post's @overwhelmed, and @jimhd 's, regarding suicide, my heart heard your feelings, thoughts, and worries. Very loudly. My OWN memories, emotions, and deepest fears surfaced. BUT I didn't panic. I felt NOT so alone. I know, being told, "You are NOT alone" and "Feeling totally and hopelessly alone, during those times... are a battle fought, in a troubled, fragile mind. I know. I get "it". I "hear" you. I have "felt" it.
And @johnjames, you have a truly incredible and compassionate knowledge base, filled with empathy and genuine concern. NOT only because you have studied such areas of life, but because you have lived through, witnessed, and experienced so much, as a man. A human being, beyond all else that you have become, throughout your life's journey, thus far. Your very first post, in which you shared some very deep experiences from your military career, and as a Chaplain, drew me in, more than you may realize. Maybe, I was directed to your posts and words by something larger than myself. (I have copied and saved, many of your replies to others, and to myself, so that I can look at them, read them, and draw strength from them.) They have given me a "new" perspective, on many subjects, and for that, I’m grateful.
I seem to post in Connect when certain posts just draw me in because I truly "feel" them. Almost like, I am meant to read them. Not just in this thread but in several others, as well. And as I read them, I "feel" them because the "emotions" that they display are similar to my experiences, or I feel a need to reach out, and offer some light, in a dark moment. Because I HAVE been there, and I am sure, I will be again. Yet, I live to be as positive as I can be, see the big picture, in the smallest things, or see the simple things in the big picture, and realize that I DO have a purpose here, in this world. Even if I don't always see it. Sometimes I feel that we don't always see our own purpose at times because it is meant for others to see.
Dealing with suicide, suicidal ideation, cutting, etc... It is not easy. Especially, when the demons you wish to escape, come from within your darkest experiences, or thoughts. We are NOT our demons. We DO have a purpose here in life, and we ARE survivors. We must be extra gentle, yet sometimes stern, with ourselves. Nurture ourselves, yet urge ourselves to get back up.
We are the ONLY person that will be with US, every day, all of our life.
What I have shared isn't even a quarter of my experiences. But I AM HERE. I've ridden the terrifying roller coaster, and I am STILL here. And no, journaling doesn't always get rid of those feelings. Sometimes, I just want to rip the pages out... and I have.
The fall down a ladder, is easier than the climb up a ladder. YET, we have re-climbed our ladder, one rung at a time. Many times, for WE are here. We don't have to get back to the top of OUR ladder, in one day; we just need to hang on to ONE rung, of OUR ladder, at a time. Even when, the "hanging on" part is the MOST difficult thing in the world. Sit on the rung of the ladder, even if it's at the bottom sometimes. When you're able, start the climb, to the next rung, don't look all the way to the top of your ladder... just concentrate on that very next rung... getting back up is a process, NOT a race.
I see "your" purpose, in your posts.... With genuine appreciation, ~ KIM

I've been watching and reading this thread, since it started. Until now, I have only thought about replying or adding to it. I suppose in part because I've never "attempted suicide". Suicidal Ideation however has been a very large part of my thoughts, throughout the years. (Presently, as I write this, I have not had such thoughts in quite some time.) I would consider myself, as having "Passive Suicidal Ideation"- a desire to die, without a specific plan to carry it out. Suicide, at some point in my life, became an "option", if I could not withstand the battles of my life... I work hard to remain a survivor.
At the age of 27, I had a beautiful, curly red headed baby girl. Joy, renewal, and a vow... to raise her without abuse, harm, or as an outlet for my anger. She is 20 years old now, and I'm SO very proud, to be her Mom. (My vow to my daughter will make more sense, if you choose to read on.)
I have shared, in another post, that I journal. I have since I was very young. Looking back through some of those journals, I see a dark side in my words, helplessness, in my writing... and I recall writing those words and feelings, from those times. Pleading, and begging to have it ALL go away. I DO see a therapist presently. I've been to many over the years, as I seek "help" when I KNOW my thought patterns are again, shifting.
My paternal grandmother died when I was 13yrs old. She was literally my "lifeline", as only she gave me the support, and compassion that I unknowingly sought, the years before she passed. Her passing was like the end of the world, for me. I vividly recall the middle of the night phone call, my father received... letting him know, she had died. Seeing my father cry. To this day, I am deathly afraid, of middle of the night phone calls.
After her passing, I lost a lot of weight (diagnosed as anorexic) I started "cutting" and graduated to burning. (From the MAYO clinic; ~Cutting- Nonsuicidal self-injury, often simply called self-injury, is the act of deliberately harming the surface of your own body, such as cutting or burning yourself. It's typically not meant as a suicide attempt. Rather, this type of self-injury is an unhealthy way to cope with emotional pain, intense anger, and frustration. ~) (I have been in "cutting" sobriety, for many years. IT has NOT always been easy.) Depression, chronic anxiety/panic attacks... PTSD. These diagnoses did NOT just come about because of my Grandma's passing. Her passing, and the sudden realization that my lifeline was gone, exacerbated my feelings of being empty, totally alone, unlovable and lost, and brought to the surface, the deep emotional pain, I had endured since before I was 5yrs old.
I was SO young, my relationship with my mother was very "strained', I realized we were NOT close before I was 5. She was not afraid to shout the words, "I wish you had never been born!" My father, so much like my grandma, (his Mom) was my rock. Never was I unsure if he loved me, or was proud that I was his daughter. (I was an only child for 5 yrs before my middle sibling was born.) I felt I lived in a war zone, when my parents were together. My mother is/was very insecure, jealous, and hateful. Especially toward the relationship between my dad, and myself. She was physically, emotionally, and psychologically abusive. (Accusations of extra-marital affairs, against my Dad, were a nightly "dinner topic") EVERY day, I lived this. I witnessed Domestic Violence, ALL night arguing, and dysfunction, in all of its horrifying grandeur. My mother was my enemy, and I was one of her targets. * I will leave gaps of my story, as some parts; induce great panic attacks/anxiety, for me, to this day. As an example, when my Mother became enraged she would grab my hair, wrap it around her fist, clench it tightly, and RIP it out of my head. My scalp would bleed. She would laugh, and "promise" I would "get" it again. *
I was introduced to the concept of "suicide', at the age of 4. Of course I didn't understand it, or what it meant but my mother, used the words, “I will kill myself, and then you'll be sorry", to my Dad, several times during their daily/nightly arguments. My mother would make phone calls to my Dad's work, EVERY day, tell ME what to say when the receptionist answered, and when my Dad would pick up the call, I was coached to tell him; “Daddy, you need to come home. Mommy is going to kill herself". At first, he would. He would leave work, and come home. They would fight. I would hide.
As time went on, and my mother continued this behavior, my Dad would NO longer take the calls I was forced to make. I TOOK the brunt of those "NO longer taken phone calls", and I feared my mother and being alone with her. This was in the early 70's, and I was only 4/5. (I was threatened, by my mother, when I became school aged, threatened with agonizing physical repercussions, IF I ever said a word about MY home life. I never did.) My parents had 2 more daughters. My mother targeted neither of them, as I became their protector.
At 47, I am still haunted by everything I endured. (MY PTSD diagnosis) Memories get easier, but do not go away.
My mother attempted suicide, one time, which I know of. My Dad, spoke to professional's re: my mother's chronically abusive behaviors, and she was put on medication, evaluated, and mandated to work with a therapist. If she did not, she would’ve been placed in an "institution". She "played" along, and NEVER was seen, as who she truly was/is. My mother continued her "targeting" of me, until I graduated HS, and moved out, 2 months later. Her behaviors toward my Dad NEVER ceased. She will be 69 in a few short weeks. 50 yrs of marriage. (My birthday candle wish, every year was; “I wish that Mom and Dad will get divorced.” It never came true.)
My Dad..., who I have spoken of proudly, IS chronically sick. He is in the hospital, with Stage 4 kidney failure, survived 3 open heart surgeries, served in Vietnam, ALWAYS saying, " I am a soldier"... and HE endured my mother’s abuse his entire adult life. He has also been one of my strongest lifelines, and he IS going to die. He recently made his "end of life" choices. DNR is in place.
He CAN return home, to live what time he has left. He CHOSE NOT to. His reason; “I can NO longer live with your mother, or her abusive ways. I do love her BUT I am tired, and I am done". His 3 daughters, my 2 younger sisters, and I support and accept his difficult decision. Yet, OUR hearts are broken.
Yet, I know that even the strongest soldier, one-day finds, that it's his time to rest.
My Dad has been in Palliative Care, for just under 1 month now. I am proud of my Dad. It is the first choice he has made for himself, OVER my mother's blatant disregard FOR his needs/wants. After 50 yrs, of "unknowingly enabling and 'giving in' to my mother, out of his love for her, ( and his concrete explanation of, " Your mother is sick, I can’t leave her.") My Dad has stood up to her.
She has told him he is selfish, abusive and has never loved her, for the choice he has now made. She has stated she will commit suicide, when he dies. *By my young adult years, I knew just how very conniving, and manipulative my mother was/ and still is. And, YES... how VERY mentally sick she's been her entire life.*
My "wish" has now become, that MY dad lives his last days, weeks, or months, the way he chooses. He has limited the amount of visits my mother is allowed, to see him. A difficult, yet necessary decision.
AS I read your post's @overwhelmed, and @jimhd 's, regarding suicide, my heart heard your feelings, thoughts, and worries. Very loudly. My OWN memories, emotions, and deepest fears surfaced. BUT I didn't panic. I felt NOT so alone. I know, being told, "You are NOT alone" and "Feeling totally and hopelessly alone, during those times... are a battle fought, in a troubled, fragile mind. I know. I get "it". I "hear" you. I have "felt" it.
And @johnjames, you have a truly incredible and compassionate knowledge base, filled with empathy and genuine concern. NOT only because you have studied such areas of life, but because you have lived through, witnessed, and experienced so much, as a man. A human being, beyond all else that you have become, throughout your life's journey, thus far. Your very first post, in which you shared some very deep experiences from your military career, and as a Chaplain, drew me in, more than you may realize. Maybe, I was directed to your posts and words by something larger than myself. (I have copied and saved, many of your replies to others, and to myself, so that I can look at them, read them, and draw strength from them.) They have given me a "new" perspective, on many subjects, and for that, I’m grateful.
I seem to post in Connect when certain posts just draw me in because I truly "feel" them. Almost like, I am meant to read them. Not just in this thread but in several others, as well. And as I read them, I "feel" them because the "emotions" that they display are similar to my experiences, or I feel a need to reach out, and offer some light, in a dark moment. Because I HAVE been there, and I am sure, I will be again. Yet, I live to be as positive as I can be, see the big picture, in the smallest things, or see the simple things in the big picture, and realize that I DO have a purpose here, in this world. Even if I don't always see it. Sometimes I feel that we don't always see our own purpose at times because it is meant for others to see.
Dealing with suicide, suicidal ideation, cutting, etc... It is not easy. Especially, when the demons you wish to escape, come from within your darkest experiences, or thoughts. We are NOT our demons. We DO have a purpose here in life, and we ARE survivors. We must be extra gentle, yet sometimes stern, with ourselves. Nurture ourselves, yet urge ourselves to get back up.
We are the ONLY person that will be with US, every day, all of our life.
What I have shared isn't even a quarter of my experiences. But I AM HERE. I've ridden the terrifying roller coaster, and I am STILL here. And no, journaling doesn't always get rid of those feelings. Sometimes, I just want to rip the pages out... and I have.
The fall down a ladder, is easier than the climb up a ladder. YET, we have re-climbed our ladder, one rung at a time. Many times, for WE are here. We don't have to get back to the top of OUR ladder, in one day; we just need to hang on to ONE rung, of OUR ladder, at a time. Even when, the "hanging on" part is the MOST difficult thing in the world. Sit on the rung of the ladder, even if it's at the bottom sometimes. When you're able, start the climb, to the next rung, don't look all the way to the top of your ladder... just concentrate on that very next rung... getting back up is a process, NOT a race.
I see "your" purpose, in your posts.... With genuine appreciation, ~ KIM