Great message. It’s time to redefine what “‘mentally strong” means. It takes more strength to be honest and vulnerable than to pretend you can go it alone or that you’re okay.
My wife struggled with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, and depression. We both come from traumatic childhoods. She killed herself with her medication a month ago. I still haven't processed it, I have only been by myself for a few days, I have been helping her mom with stuff. I can't believe this is happening, I feel in a constant state of anxiety, and I just want the day to get over with, just so I can get through tomorrow and so on. I look at suicide differently now, my wife didn't want to hurt anyone, she suffered so badly for so long she couldn't bear it any longer. But one thing about the topic and the word that bothers me is that it's censored. Suicide is real and it happens a lot, and we need to get real about it and quit trying to hide it from everyone, it's an elephant in the room. My wife talked to me and her mom about how she feels, and we listened and validated her feelings. We still didn't know that she had a plan. If someone is suffering this bad they are not going to tell anyone that they are going through with it. My wife was kind, compassionate, devoted wife, and a love for animals, we are both vegan. She was successful, a go getter and would take charge. She was controlling and I am a people pleaser, these are both of our toxic coping traits. Our relationship was up and down but we grew together, saw counselor, attend 12 step programs and worked real hard on ourselves. We would be celebrating our 11 anniversary on the 26th of November 2023. She overdosed on over 300 pills while I was at work on October 19th. I found her laying on the bed still conscious, the paramedics took her away, she laid in the ICU until October 22nd when she finally let go. She did visit me the night before she passed. She came to the bed and touched my face with her hand, and touched my lips. A few hours later I woke up 7am then 5 minutes later the hospital called and informed me that she died. Her service was held on 11/11/23 at 11am. That evening as I was laying in bed still awake, I felt two warm hands rubbing one of my feet. As I drifted off to sleep, I had an out of body experience. I was standing next to my bed, I could see the TV flickering. But there was a layer of fog at head level. At first I thought it was smoke, but at the same time I thought that, I could feel my body emitting a static charge and I realized I was having an OBE. I miss my wife terribly, I want her to come back, and I can't believe that I will never see her, hear her, hold her, smell her, make her laugh, comfort her when she cries. Lay down in bed next to her and wake up next to her. Thanks for reading I hope it can find myself a sense of relief or peace, and maybe for someone else too.
Thank you for this honest, heartfelt message. You have provided a great service in the effort to end the stigma surrounding mental illness and suicide. Nobody wants to talk about it, but we MUST talk about it, because it is so tragically prevalent. It is a major public health crisis. My 39 year old daughter, my only child, died by suicide 2 years ago, after 10 years of debilitating and treatment-resistant mental illness which had changed her from a kind, compassionate young woman, a social worker and musician, into a person I didn’t know anymore. The devastation left by her tragic death has been profound. Your bravery in telling your story, and your Dad’s story has touched my aching, broken heart. Thank you so much! Your Dad raised an amazing daughter-I’m sure he is very proud of you.
My Brother died by suicide on 1/31/2024 he was 66 and the youngest of the family. I had 3 brothers and sadly they died tragically. I am a suicide survivor the ER Dr. told me I was lucky to have survived this was in 1999 I was 48 I’m going on 74 this year. I am very grateful to have survived. Thanks to All who have shared on this thread. I’m very sorry for your loss I understand.😔
I lived in Sioux Falls for a while, and I heard ads on the radio telling farmers to get help if they were experiencing depression. Farmers are often seen as so strong, self reliant, especially out in the midwest. I can only imagine how hard it was for him in the planting and harvest seasons. I lost my dad in the same way when I was 12.
My mother died by suicide at age 39, she had five (5) children and I was her eldest child (19). This happened when suicide was simply not spoken about. I'm so happy to see that it's now being discussed, that people are beginning to understand this aspect of mental illness.
It's so sad mental illness is taken as a joke. I struggle with thoughts of suicide, and it's a big dream of mine to speak at one of these TED talks someday.
I just lost one of the best friends I'll ever have. He was on duty, drove to a place he loved, and did it with his service revolver. He struggled with depression that deepened over the last 3 years. We was a loving father, husband, a creative soul who was all heart. I mourn for the family's loss, & my inability to save him. The aftermath feels like someone tossed me a live grenade and now every day includes prayers for him. If he had trusted doctors and no stigma telling his chief he needed time, he'd be here. But now he's gone.
Nobody exemplifies being a good person more than her. This advocacy has unlimited results; everyone needs to hear this. Wendy, I am so proud of you. ♥️
I am so sorry to hear that :( it's so hard to get through, my heart goes out to you. My brother took his life in September and ever since it's been so hard to know I have a while life to live without him now. He's given us some signs though so now I know an afterlife is upon us so do try to hold onto hope. Much love to you
I lost my dad to suicide 17 days ago. And i had to organize his services and i said the eulogy. I didn’t cry and i had to hold myself together. I just wish i was able to help him and that i knew how much pain he was in. Especially since I’ve attempted 14 years ago when i was 14. I never thought i would lose him this way. He was proud, strong and arrogant. I miss him so much and I’m so sad he felt like that was the only way to end his pain. And i just hope that he’s finally at peace.
Two of my family members who were farmers died this way and this is the first time I hear someone speak of how this particular work can be so incredibly heart breaking. We all benefit from farmers, I wish they could directly benefit more back ♥️
I was 22 when my father died by suicide. It’s been 10 years, but every couple words mouths I search “suicide loss survivors” and I get the same videos over again. Thank you so much for talking about this and for sharing.💖
Thank you for sharing your story. You're right, your story is different than mine, yet the same. I like that you added the question, "How many times do you answer 'good' when someone asks how you're doing?". I want to start some kind of initiative that teaches people how to answer these questions honestly and teaches people how to deal with those honest answers. I lost my 23- year old, happy-go-lucky, model Eagle Scout son February 16th... just last month. I'm reeling in pain and constantly deal with the ever revolving question, "Why did you leave us? Why didn't you tell me you needed help?" We didn't know and he left no note, no clues, no hidden messages. The last time I saw him was Valentine's evening and he looked happier than ever. The next time I saw him was February 24th, laying peacefully in a casket. My father found my son dead and just kept desperately saying, "Joshua, what have you done?" He had moved in with my parents to help them and to provide company to my nephew that was adopted by my parents. That was Joshua, he took care of everyone. But he never let us take care of him. No matter how many times I told him my phone and door is open at any time, day or night. He didn't call me, he didn't come over, and I lived only 10 minutes away. In the somber hours of 3-4am he took his own life. I will never know why, but clearly it had to be due to depression. I knew he struggled with anxiety, because I do, too and we would talk about how we both find ways to manage it. His was exercise and he had lost 80 lbs in the last 8 months of his life. I took that as a sign he was doing better, not worse. A part of my heart died and a part of my soul ripped open the day I got the call from my mother, "Joshua is dead". And my mind couldn't comprehend it either. They had to fight me to keep me from going into the house. The first responders were already everywhere. They tried to calm me down, but I just fell to the ground screaming "why!!!" and "I just want to hold my baby". His twin brother just wrapped his arms around me and said, "you don't want to see him like this Mom... I'm so sorry, you can hold me". Every detail of that evening will be forever etched in my mind. And I will never be the same for a part of me is missing. I did reach out for help, I'm in the process of setting up counseling. Due to covid so many counselors are booked up. I did see my primary doctor for medication to help my anxiety and he gave me something for depression, as well. It's slowly helping a bit. I'm a registered nurse and I feel like I'm experiencing what we see in many geriatric patients called "sundowners". As the sun goes down each day my mental health and ability to manage this pain deteriorates rapidly. Some nights it's anger (why didn't you let mommy help you!!??!?), other nights is extreme distraught sadness (i'll never see you again, Joshie... my heart yearns to hold you and I'll never hold you again), yet other nights it's all the questions (why didn't you think of how much this would hurt me (selfish, but honest)... why did you hold all your pain inside?... and the big one... what made you choose death over talking to us?). From the day I gave birth to him and his twin brother in 1997, this day was my greatest fear in life; one of my children dying before me.... and to compound that fear, to lose a child by their own hand.
@Sheryl Seidl, Im so sorry to hear of your sons passing, you sound like a loving mother, these tragedies happen irrespective of what support you offer somebody, take care!
I like that she says “died by suicide” instead of “committed”. Maybe it’s becoming more normal to use the former, but I still hear people use the latter. It’s not a crime. It’s a tragic outcome of an awful chronic illness.
Today marks a month since I lost my husband. I haven't been able to say that word. I can't say committed, because even though I knew he was suffering, he was in therapy and my husband would not be capable of that. But saying died by...shows him as a victim which he was. A victim of his own brain, a victim of his childhood and his upbringing. A victim of the terrible parenting by his parents. I believe he was undiagnosed. I was only a wife for 9 years and i did all i could with what i knew. But i can't undo his previous 22 years of life. I loved and cared for him, provided him with a stable home how he always longed for. And I'm at peace knowing he no longer suffers. While not in the best way, he liberated us both of a lot that night. Now it's my turn to heal and move on one day at a time. In time I'll be able to say those words. But not now.
@@mademoisellelestrange6537 This is true and very unfortunate. In logical terms, it seems like a crime but with time, hopefully depression is talked about more seriously and we come to accept what happens as a reality and result of an untreated mental illness.
I am contemplating it now. And before I do or do not, I will tell you what I am feeling now and what all these suicide victims might have been going through that made them decide to do it. I desperately want to grasp for life. But it is life that takes its hand away from me. Contrary to belief, suicide attempters are the biggest champions of wanting to live. But circumstances in our lives make that IMPOSSIBLE. And we are trapped in a cycle of pain, disappointment, and hopelessness. Where going on a perpetual sleep is the most decent way to proceed. In my case I loved a man who gave himself to somebody else. At the same time I lost my job. I dont know how to piece the puzzle back together again. And I feel taking this route is the best way to end my pain. To go to a better place. I would probably not be around when you read this. A word of advice I can share to you is never waste a second of your life. Dont ever be idle. Live life to the fullest when you are still capable of it.
I just lost my father on Dec 7th by suicide, and prior to that, Nov 12th my almost 5yr relationship(engaged Oct 2021)ended...even though I started seeing a therapist over a year ago to work on other trauma, I feel like I'm being put through some kind of test to see what will get me to break.... I'm sorry you are feeling all of those things, I hope you were able to seek out something, whether it be therapy or any other healthy method, to bring you out of that dark place. I hope you are still around to read this, and found something or someone to keep fighting to live for, bonus if that someone is yourself...I hope you hear my heart in this
I started drinking when I was 16. I would drink at parties, but I also started drinking alone because I was unhappy, and I was in a lot of emotional pain all the time. My mom was very aggressive when I was younger, and my brother hated her and so did I. He started hanging out with shady people, he started failing all his classes, he was never home, and my parents fought all the time. I also ran away several times. I was always trying to figure out a reason as to why I was here or what the purpose of life was. So, I started looking at different philosophies, religions, and beliefs. When I was 18 after I was hungover, I got on my knees and I prayed for the first time. I asked if God was real that he would show me he was real because I couldn’t take it anymore. I was crying when I prayed for this. At that moment I felt a presence come over me like a wind. It was barely noticeable, but it was unlike anything in my life I had experienced up until that point. I was surprised when I felt it and I remember saying “what was that?” after that experience I pretty much forgot what happened and kept partying, until my senior year when I got arrested. After my arrest, my parents lost all their trust in me and I was expelled from high school. I was told never to come back. At that time, I felt afraid and hopeless. That’s when I started looking for God, and I prayed that he would reveal himself in my life and that he would give me signs. My prayers began getting answered so consistently that I couldn’t deny that God was doing something. It was mysterious and compelling. I ended up in Church and started reading the bible hours a day. I stopped hanging out with all my other friends because they were continually getting arrested. I was able to forgive my family and myself and to ask to be forgiven. I noticed how at Church people were judgmental and how they formed cliques but were afraid to be around anyone else different from them. It increased my faith because I realized Jesus was not like that and ever since I was young, I saw people as people regardless of who they were. After a while, it’s like I could see God's presence was in my life and then it felt like he wasn’t, and then he was, and then he wasn’t. One day I woke up and felt more depressed than I ever have in my entire life. I felt like I was dying on the inside. That night I prayed, and I said, God, I don’t see my life five years from now I'm going to die Jesus save me Lord, please save me. I was weeping when I said it and when I asked him to save me, I felt a presence inside of me like a heartbeat, and I felt it once like a pulse, and I said Lord please save me and I felt it again even stronger. It was like radiance. When I woke up the next morning, I had transformed everything felt brand new like I was a kid again. All my fears and all my racing thoughts everything was gone. I looked at my hands, and I said this can’t be real it’s impossible. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw a different person. I started praying, and the holy spirit became entirely real to me it was washing over me and inside of me. It was total love and peace, and I heard a voice but not an audible one, it was an inner voice. It said I am with you; I love you, I will never leave you, it’s done it’s finished. That was May 3rd, 2009, and ever since then I’ve followed God, I have seen many things change and many things I know wouldn’t have changed without faith and belief. I know what it’s like to be lost to feel you have no hope. Don’t ever think you’re stuck, or life can’t change because it can. My mom is a Christian now, Its night and day. Some of the things that went away during that period were severe anxiety and my addiction to alcohol. I’ve seen and experienced so many things that are miraculous and seen how God has worked in my life. When we ask God to forgive us for what we’ve done and turn away from our sins and wrongdoings and we believe in Christ's sacrifice everything changes. His word says if we confess with our mouths that Jesus is Lord and believe in our hearts that he died and rose again we will have eternal life but not just life after death but abundant life in the present. Our sins are erased not only past, present, and future but our burdens and fears are lifted also. Our thoughts, our minds, our hearts, our souls are transformed and united with God and we know his spirit lives in us. If you seek, pray, and knock you will know JESUS IS KING!!! HE LIVES! "come to me all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest" "I am the light of the world whoever follows me will not walk in darkness but will have the light of life"
Such a strong and beautiful message. This hit home. My father recently took his life 2 days after Christmas. Just like your father, mine was such a hardworking man and was so intelligent. It is a special kind of hurt to grow up with a depressed parent, and to not have the tools or awareness to do anything to help them. In my grief, I have become more open with my emotions and refuse adjust my feelings to make someone more comfortable.
They usually do it after family gatherings. Maybe they want to have one last good memory. But the people left behind suffer such great loss with plenty of questions.
Those who think suicide is the easy and cowardly way out have no idea whatsoever just how horribly miserable depression can be and just how unbearable the pain is. I won't be around long enough to get invited to a TED talk, let alone for it to do anybody any good. I, like many before me have had all I can bear and the pain and suffering, mostly in silence, but that's irrelevant. By the time most people read this if anyone does that is, I'll be resting peacefully with the hope that someone, somewhere, learned something good from me that they otherwise wouldn't have known. Goodbye, everybody, and good luck.
I just lost my father on Dec 7th by suicide, and prior to that, Nov 12th my almost 5yr relationship(engaged Oct 2021)ended...even though I started seeing a therapist over a year ago to work on other trauma, I feel like I'm being put through some kind of test to see what will get me to break.... I'm sorry you are feeling all of those things, I hope you were able to seek out something, whether it be therapy or any other healthy method, to bring you out of that dark place. I hope you are still around to read this, and found something or someone to keep fighting to live for, bonus if that someone is yourself...I hope you hear my heart in this
Matthew, I sincerely hope you are still on the earth in human flesh, and that you’ve found help to return from the darkness of depression. Depression is very real, it is debilitating, and it can be as fatal as cancer. I lost my only child to suicide at age 39 two years ago. Suicide doesn’t really end the pain, it just transfers it to the person’s loved ones. Please don’t do that! The world needs you in it.
Dearest Wendy, Thank you so much for sharing your tragic story with the world. I couldn't stop crying because I know what we went through when one of our family members committed suicide! Thank God that you were there for your mum. The healing process takes more than decades. Much love and hugs. God bless you and keep you safe! XX
Thank you for sharing your story. My sister suffered from a mental breakdown. Had we not been patient, understanding and supportive with her as a family, I know for certain she would not be with us. Working together as a family, we found help for her. It took finding the right medication for her, encouraging her, being with her 24/7 sometimes, paying for her treatment, and just loving her through it. It seemed impossible at the time, but you just plowed through it. Her medication helped her get over that hump of suicidal tendencies. Today she is well. Love is the greatest gifts especially in this situation. People… YES remove the stigma, and do what needs to get done if you have the opportunity. ♥️💚💜
@@standingelton6375 I’m so sorry to hear that. The fact that you can disclose something hurtful as that is a proof enough that you are stronger than most of us 😊
Absolutely courageous and genuine expression right there. I have suffered from major depression and anxiety for all of my life I deal with it but it isn't easy. I'm a born again Christian and I can empathize with this women because she is trying to understand her late fathers pain and process his death. Loved ones have to deal with the guilt that remains and what they could have done. I'm glad that she is honoring her father's memory by creating more awareness for mental illness and changing the perception that some in society have about those that deal with it.
I lost my significant other to suicide in 2015. Every thing you expressed and said in this video is so incredibly powerful and important. You will do great things with this pain, I can tell. Hopefully someday we can connect, hug and so that I can say thank you. I meant to apply for this very TED session, I regret not doing so. Sending you all my love and respect, Wendy.
This reminded me of my first suicide attempt. The emotions that went through my mind at that time were inexplicable. Underwent multiple treatments. None were successful. I remember that as a kid I was very afraid of death. But the pain of living was much higher than that. When whatever you believed becomes false,or you loose something that is more precious than your life, it triggers extreme emotions . Empathetic people hurt themselves, Sociopaths hurts others. Not all patients open up completely during their counseling sessions. Unless the core problem is solved, no medicine or counseling can improve the mental health. I travelled a lot trying to learn about human mind and how I can help myself and others who have recurring negative and suicidal thoughts. I was able to improve to a great extent. At the time I made the first attempt, I had enough bank balance to last at least 7 years without a job. I spent it all on my journeys, treatment and learning ways to cure my depression. Now I am bankrupt, but not having any suicidal thoughts. I figured out some techniques to reduce anxiety, depression and suicidal thoughts. I still need to give more time and do more research and experimentation before I can claim it will give 100 percent results,
Hi I've got similar situation I'm trying to stay alive but it's almost impossible Last year I tried to take my life away but I woke up in the hospital and since then I'm trying anything to make myself better ( Medical treatment , counseling ) but I didn't get better and everyday is harder than previous one and I feel hopeless and helpless. Not even my psychiatrist & my therapist know what to do . I wanna stay alive but I'm 100% sure I won't make it like this . I might live another few months but with these thoughts and the way that I feel ( always sad and nothing matters anymore ) suicide is inevitable
@@aminmirzaei5104 It's not inevitable. Remember: THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE. You are loved, and worthy of life. Believe me I know how horrible life can be, but death is much worse. You need more help. Call helplines, get a new therapist, anything. You deserve to get better. You don't deserve to feel like this. People care. You CAN get better, that is a guarantee. You CAN do it. You ARE worth it. God Bless You.
Incredible story , one that I have lived from both sides. As a caregiver , friend & as my careers proved a person who suffered ! No easy thing to face ! Especially since i face dangers few can. We know it as ptsd. God bless ! I’m going to heal for my family & my happiness ! If your in my shoes. Reach out. 33 yr FF/Medic vet & Proud 🇺🇸
Thank you for your story I’ve been thinking about not being here anymore but then think of the pain I would cause my family. Hope things get better for you.
This message is so powerful. Coincidentally, I came across this video on the 2nd of January and I want to give you the biggest hug. I haven’t lost my dad, but I’ve lost an ex-love and a friend to Suicide. There are definitely parts of your story that strongly resonate with me.
My father died by suicide on February 21st, and I will never be the same... He was 56 years old... I made it to this sentence before bursting into tears: "There is a difference between living and existing, and it's as if that's the day my father stopped living." My father was a very private person, and it wasn't until I started trying to clean up his house that it became clear to me the true extent to which he had merely been existing, and not living, for at least a year... My dad was my hero, he was the smartest person I've ever known, yet somehow he truly believed the world would be better off without him...
I'm so sorry for your loss, thank you for sharing. I lost a son to suicide 2 and 1/2 years ago,it was the hardest thing I've ever been through, I'm still broken.😢
I lost my husband to suicide! I miss him so much, it was very hard to be there when it happen, he was very depressed and all the help he could get! Sorry for your loss!
ONE MORE YEAR And if you only decide to live one year longer Maybe even just to say goodbye enough To every place you’ve loved before And every person who’ve made you laugh And if you only decide to live one year longer Maybe just to have some last summer nights Or to ring a friends’ doorbell for a brunch And to enjoy a tea with starry sight And if you only decide to live one year longer It doesn’t care if you choose joy before stress No more burden has a right to stay on your shoulders Heaviness indifferent, every experience says - bless And if you only decide to live one year longer Maybe then that pressure in your chest will fall Maybe you will have found ways to be okay And this life is worth living, after all Irena R. Picard
Thank you so much for telling your story, I have so much respect for you, it takes a lot to get up on that stage, im so sorry for ur loss , I truly wish the best for u and ur family moving forward ❤❤❤
Thank you. I lost my brother in February. Even though he had a mental illness. It showed everyone’s true colors. Saying he’s rotting in him and brought shame and embarrassment onto our family. Like a dark secret. My little brother was 26 and fighting a disease. I don’t talk to them anymore. My parents only son. But family said “man up. Snap out of it.” Now they say the wrong child died. I hate them all. Discussing and hatful people. I did loose a piece of my soul but I’m going to make him proud. Everyday I say I’m living life FOR him. I just want to hug him and say everything is gonna be ok. Identifying him with my mother was too much I had to put her in inpatient. I beat me mom to his place with my boyfriend. I kept thinking he was gonna be fine go into an ambulance. They were parked standing around. Coming into his home hearing my dads screams of pain. My mother trying to push back police to see him. I tried to kill myself last November just to have my brother do it in February. I feel so guilty. I would have taken his place in a heartbeat if that meant he could go on living. Please if u feel depressed please do something. Just seeing my parents suffer so badly and not being able to do something. My boyfriend was my crutch and helped me so much so that I could help my parents. When I was really depressed he would take me to work with him
Natalie Ross, I take anti- depressants & bi- polar meds & I still don't care about me! I don't care if I get covid! I witnessed my Dad's suicide on Feb. 23, 2015.
I have depression, anxiety, autism, and I may possibly have ADD. I've had suicidal thoughts in the past but I've always watched these videos to make sure I never ever do it because I know how devastated everyone would be if I did it. I feel so sorry that she had to deal with losing a parent through suicide.
My sister had autism ,bipolar ,depression, and anxiety. She just passed from sucide. Don’t be afraid to get help and let people know. You are not alone in this fight. There is help out there and resources out there
Powerful message in times where I thought being mentally sick was not a stigma, but it still is. I wanted so much to blow up my brains that I understand his father. Besides, I have ADHD which makes me twice harder to work in good jobs. But I think I will survive.
There is help to calm our mind and lead a better life.only if people are aware and willing. We need to actively work on building awareness and help people.
I’ve had a very rough past 10 or so years and two years ago my life was turned upside down. I’ve been struggling to keep up the fight, primarily for my young son. It’s a good thing I have a therapist because those I’ve reached out to have helped me understand that voicing my concerns with them is selfish of me. I won’t do that anymore. No one deserves to hear about my problems or my pain. I commend you for telling your story as I imagine this was very for you. Blessings.
Wait... I don't understand what you wrote. Did you really mean to say that others said that voicing your concern is selfish? No one deserves to hear about your problems or your pain? Sorry, but if I am understanding what you are saying correctly, then you should know that speaking to others about things that cause you pain is not selfish. You need to be surrounded by loving, hearing, compassionate ears. Blessings
I pray you can! The first step is always the hardest. I promise so many people would miss you. I've lost 3 loved ones to suicide and my life has not been the same. Please get help. Even if it's a small step.
I know how you feel. My late husband committed suicide 12 years ago after 14 yrs together. Im so sorry. Our children were only 18 and 19. We unfortunately had to watch him die for over 3 hours. I love you baby girl. I didnt know my diesel mechanic seemed like well adjusted husband was hiding his inadequacies insecurities and depression was well silent and hidden. He went to work before I woke that morning and the nex thing I knew I was answering that phone too. It was the hospital and thats the day that sent my CPTSD ive had since 8 into sheer crazy unimagionable chaos.
I lost my only sibling and dear brother to suicide in 2012. He was 45. My life was shattered. Prior to my brother’s death, I was planning on leaving an emotionally abusive relationship with a narcissist. I stayed another 3 years, those were the darkest years of my life. In 2015 I was hospitalized for a breakdown after I had the narcissist move out. It was another 3 years before I could rid of the narcissist legally. He abused my kids unbeknownst to me. I have survived and awakened to the truth of the cycle of abuse. I am free now..... I forgive my brother ....he suffered
I’m so sorry for your loss . Do we ever question the drs who put people on medication it changes the chemicals in your brain and often we over look that because suicide is a side effect and sometimes people are tired how that makes you feel and you just want to end your pain . Anyone who is suffering please question what you take first and the side effects it can have , mental illness is a combination of medication and the person itself. 🙏🏻
Nashville PD just found my brother dead today from a single gunshot wound he committed suicide he had years and years of tormented thinking chemical imbalances and severe depression I cannot believe this is my reality
This story seems to be a lot more about her than him - as someone with depression and suicide ideation, I realIze now how much our illness can affect those around us. However, do not forget the struggle and heartbreak that those with depression experience. It is not an easy choice. It is not a selfish act to take your life. It is a last resort for those who no longer fear for themselves, and believe it is easier for everyone to leave this world
Thank you Wendy...Peace...'For I Know The Plans I Have For You' Declares the Lord, 'Plans to Prosper You and Not to Harm You, Plans to Give You Hope and a Future. '"
Wendy I admire your courage. Back 32 years ago when my Dad died by suicide (that’s a much better way of saying it), I would not have been able to talk publicly about it. It was not something we spoke about and I’ve spent years trying to overcome my pain. I too was 23, my Dad died on Christmas Eve. I still choose not to celebrate Christmas.
I love how she worded everything. I HATE hearing "committed suicide". It's NOT a crime!!! It's an ungodly painful thing for the person, and those left behind who loved that person. I prefer "was lost to", "was taken by", ANYTHING ELSE... ANYTHING but "committed". Please try to think of those who are fighting to live with their loss, and please phrase things with their pain in mind.
My best friend killed himself in December of 2012. For years I never faced it. I pushed it down and marveled at how strong I was that I was able to cope with his death. I was 1000 miles away and couldnt attend his funeral and never made myself go to his gravesite until recently. Now 10 years later I am suffering the consequences of not properly grieving my friend. I don't even know where to begin. I can't bring this pain back to his family after so long. I wish I had the strength to face his death when every one else was doing it.
I think his family would talk to you about their son. They're still grieving, trust me. When my son took his life, I felt more connection to his friends than my own parents. They shared things about my son that I never knew.
Thank you for this my father died of illness 4 years ago I was a massive disappointment to him and now I find myself being a massive disappointment to my children who utterly despise me / hate me and have not spoken to me for months I imagine if I were to die suddenly they would dance on my grave and be over joyed .
@@bigsur175 I'm sorry to hear that. I won't make you talk about it if you don't want to. I know I can't make it all go away; I just want you to know that you aren't alone, and that I care about you.
@@bigsur175 It absolutely is, and has never been an easy curse to bear. Life is worth living, but your suffering is very real. I dearly hope it lessens soon, and that enough better, worthy days are ahead to convince you to keep going. You are important to me, and I care about you.
I faced the same loss with my dad too. I wish we could talk. I wish I had a suicide support group- just haven’t found one. This happened to me 22 years ago and I’m still fighting the demons from it to this day. I have lots of symptoms of mental instability which I’ve been advised were hereditary. I feel so much loss. I did not want my dad‘s legacy to be what he did but what he was and who he was beforehand. I’m grateful that I’m not alone in this situation just knowing you have faced it too. It’s not that I wish it on anyone but knowing I’m not the only one gives me some form of validation and understanding.
I just lost my father on Dec 7th by suicide...even though I started seeing a therapist over a year ago to work on different trauma, I feel like I'm being put through some kind of test to see what will get me to break.
Survivors of Suicide is a good group if you have one near you. Being with other grievers help. They won't know your pain, but they will at least acknowledge it.
I lost my little brother to suicide 21 years ago. I have a hard time not doing the same thing. My parents passed away when we were younger. The only support system I have is my wife and I don't want to her to feel like I do. She doesn't deserve that and neither do I but that's the hand I was dealt.
When there is an emptiness in ones life and you find there is no hope , no out look to life or even saying what is there I'm alone there is a void in that needs some thing to live for will I've been there and I found out there is a feeling your missing some thing well the church's didn't help but then one day there is some thing inside of you in deep that you never pay any attention to, that is a still small voice that say here am I so soft you wonder is it real, yes it is real its the word of God not the churches but him his self wanting you to get to know him, readying his word is just the begging finding and asking GOD to send you to some one with the truth, how that loosens you from every bondage there is and as you heard it turns your life around and brings you to a place of joy the depression leave the heaviness of heart leaves and the voices that tell you all negative things will come under the authority of the word and it will change your life forever and your spirit will be llfted up and you will find a purpose in your life to live for because GOD will let you to what you were made for, may God bless you from your ways to his purpose.
"you are not alone" they say. But what if you are? You can reach out but get rejected, which makes things worse, or you get attacked, or abused. Then you may think reaching out was a mistake and its better to die after all.
I’m from Australia and it’s the worst country in the world when it comes to mental health. We have no mental health service. If you feel suicidal and let anyone know they just lock you up. Mental illness is a crime in Australia.
We never met but I love you buddy. My little brother committed suicide and it destroyed me. I've had them thoughts for 21 years. But I don't want anyone to feel like me. One thing is sure the world will not be better without you...stay strong find something that makes a difference like helping someone though their problems it helps me.
I'm not sure if this is helpful or not... We just lost my mom by suicide. My dad is a farmer. This TED talk is simultaneously comforting and severely anxiety inducing. And god damn, I can't even imagine selling the farm... My dad had to call each of us too... 4 of us as well... + the extended family... Mental illness *is* sadly very hush hush among farming communities :(
It's a good thing that you don't have any one to love you that much . Trust me I know I try to take my life last year but unfortunately I wasn't successful. I woke up at hospital and saw my family . They were devastated , they were so glad that I was alive and then I understand how much they love me At first I thought thanks God for saving my life and I will try to get better and seek help but since then I didn't get better I still feel helpless , hopeless & sad . Nothing makes me feel better and everyday it's getting harder to stay alive and having someone to love you just makes you feel horrible because you know you're gonna hurt them badly soon And guilt is huge Trust me I wish I had nobody to love me because no matter how much you love someone you can't make them escape this inevitable suicide
Amin Mirzaei thank you for your massage, however if I had people who love me, I think I wouldn’t think of committing suicide. Unfortunately my so called “family” is not a loving family and although I like being by myself, although I have a few friends, I’m still feeling sad and fed up of life. Depression and guilt are ruining someone’s life. Thank you for sharing your story with me. I wish you all the good things. Stay strong.
I'll miss you...the fact that you watched this means that there is hope. You sound like a kind person be kind to yourself. I know its hard I've hated myself for 21 years fir not being the one who died instead of my brother. But my life is worth living and so is yours...stay strong my friend.
