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How To Save a Life~From Suicide
***If you're having suicidal thoughts right now, call the Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800–273–8255*** If a loved one told you today they were suicidal, what would you do? What would you say? As a nurse and a sister touched by suicide, I share this story to prepare you. No one wants to talk about it, so I will. We’ve all heard the expression ‘a cry for help’. I’ll explain what ‘help’ really looks like in real-time. So when the cries come, our shoulders will be ready.
By Brooke Kochel RN4 years ago in Psyche
The NHS Vs The Forgotten Patients
Mental health was once a taboo subject, it was barely discussed never mind treated accordingly. Nowadays, it seems to be at the forefront of everyone's mind. Does this then mean that treatments have progressed alongside the social attitude towards it?
By Nicole Brown4 years ago in Psyche
Is it possible to LOVE your abuser?
When someone hurts you, it is them that is being toxic and unhealthy. And you are the victim of circumstance. So when you realize you are enduring abuse, it is really hard to tell someone to stop, or even leave the situation.
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Psyche
I CAN Do It
I could feel my heart beating in my chest, my hands were sweating, and I could not think through the fog that enveloped my brain. The woman was speaking; I knew because I saw her mouth moving, but I didn’t know what she was saying. I felt as though I was a visitor in my body watching the events unfold like a movie. I did not know these people, and I did not know what they expected of me. One thing I knew for sure: I did not belong here.
By John Walters4 years ago in Psyche
Unhinged.
1/11/21 God. If you are there, please answer me. WHY? Why me? Why all this? Why so much struggle, setback, confusion, turmoil? I have faith in YOU. Not man. But I trust man and give man the benefit of the doubt. Man’s failure does not make me doubt YOU, but it does make me dislike man more and doubt what path I am on. I am sick and tired of doing things the right way. I’m sick of watching others make it on luck and circumstance. I take no pride in knowing that I’m staying the course despite the difficulties. I tell myself it’s not the end of the world. It’s not the end of the world. It’s not the end of the world. IT’S NOT THE END OF THE GODDAMN FUCKING WORLD. I’m sick of being strong. I’m sick of struggling. I’m sick of this life. I’m sick of the hurt, the pain, the hopelessness, the endless optimism. I no longer want to see past the current struggles. Sometimes I do wish my days were numbered just so I could no longer be a coward and take the risks I need to. I’m a coward. That’s the problem. I hold my tongue. I let others manipulate me with the same sad song and dance that I so desperately wish to escape. I’m sick of being misunderstood and alone in my struggles. My burdens are all my own while I shoulder others and provide relief. I miss people that can’t help the situation but just being able to call and say hey, life sucks, and that person tell me that it’s going to be ok without possibly knowing that and make it sound so convincing, I want that. I don’t have that. The strong can become weakened over time. I’ve been beaten and battered by life and I still have so much life to live. So much left to give. But I don’t see how I can possibly do that. No, it's not as simple as my material possessions. It’s not as simple as feeling used up. It’s not as simple as feeling like the whole world is thriving and I’m stuck in neutral. It’s not as simple as feeling like I’m not allowed to have a bad day, week, or month. I want to be in a hole. With no light. And just my thoughts. I want to be filled with my own sorrow and anger and resentment and not feel like a burden because I’m not at my best. The light I used to feel within is all but a faint glimmer. I don’t feel the joy I once did. Fuck a pandemic. Fuck quarantine. Fuck getting older. Life has been a struggle since day one and not one moment have, I ever felt like things were looking up. I just decided to drown the pain and the noise with distractions. Maybe my goals are mere distractions from my fate. Maybe I’m destined to live in mediocrity and be eternally miserable. What if this is my hell? What if I’m merely doomed to live this life until I choose to no longer live it? What if I’m cursed with seeing everyone else around me pursue happiness and I’m simply meant to assist them on their journey? What if my time was never meant to be this long? What if my journey were meant to end years ago and I’m just overstaying my welcome? This world isn’t meant for me and it grows increasingly frustrating trying to make sense of how I am supposed to achieve my desires if they don’t make sense in this reality? I’m rambling. I’m near the edge. I can’t make much sense of anything right now other than I’m supposed to be working BUT WHAT THE FUCK AM I WORKING FOR? I’m so fucking sick and tired of seeing the glass half full when it’s fucking empty. Help is not on the way. It’s up to me to be my own superman. Always has been. I want to indulge all my desires. Instant gratification. This is not a plea for help, it’s a declaration. I can’t be what the world needs me to be because I don’t want to do that anymore. I can’t be a great friend, son, brother, decent person because I am drained of all that comes with it. I’m empty. My soul needs nourishment and my body needs vitality. I feel darkness surrounding me and maybe it’s time to embrace it. None of this is making me feel better. These are carnal emotions and indulging them has not provided any relief. I feel hatred. Resentment. Annoyance. Bitterness. Rage.
By The Omnipotent Deity4 years ago in Psyche
Alcohol — Drinking Part 5
Era tells me another story. It was a Halloween celebration. On a party bus. One of her co-workers had a little too much to drink. She had a little too much fun, dancing around the pool, on the bus, flirting, singing, and just acting way more loose than usual. It was very funny. Thank goodness she was amongst friends. Once they got back Era told the co-worker she should not drive. She wanted to, Era said no, she insisted. She took her home. Every minute she would ask Era where she lives. She did a lot of repeating; she would not digest the answers. She never talked to a co-worker about this. The era just made sure she got home safe and watched her walk in the door before she left. Era feels very glad she did this for the co-worker and feels everybody should do this to avoid loss of life.
By Gabriella Korosi4 years ago in Psyche
