FlowerChild wrote:So yeah man...big bro hugs there. It's been my belief ever since going through that, that insanity can actually be contagious with prolonged and intimate exposure.
I'll drink (responsibly) to that mate.
morvelaira wrote:I am not into cutting, nor have I ever been. I just want to lay that out now.
But, I do have my own challenges with depression and unhappiness. I have good days, I have bad days, and the bad days can be very bad. I don't /think/ I have quite the hair trigger as finite describes, but I do know my reactions can be very surprising sometimes. I hate what it does to those around me when I lose it. I hate the feeling in my gut of holding it in to spare them. I don't have my answers yet, but I'm trying to find them.
Mainly, I just want to say to Finite, Sterling, and FC that I appreciate what you've gone through for them. If they're worth their salt, they appreciate it too once they see what's going on. I appreciate all the work and discomfort my husband's gone through for my problems, and the thing I pray for the most is to find the balance to make it all work and have the both of us come out in one piece - and I'm not particularly prone to prayers in the first place.
In short - you all are mensches. Big thumbs up.
Thanks! But don't think you're cutting in. It's good that the way we've described it is correct. It means we, as a society are finally getting a grasp on this stuff. Being able to talk openly about it, being able to see the patterns and being prepared to go "Yeah. I need help" and "Yeah, i understand what you're going through" is fucking awesome! It brings a tear to my eye thinking about the dark ages where poor depressed people had holes drilled in their heads. Or even the early psychology days were they "Tapped" with a hammer to try and fix the mental problem. It's so good that we are at the stage of being able to share our experiences, and not be treated like freaks. Win for the Internet there. TBH, i really don't think we would have gotten as far as we have now without this medium of everyone communicating freely together.
Don't give up searching Morv!
Elensaar wrote:In the end I too had to learn the lesson of self-preservation, called her parents and let them help her. They were probably better qualified to do so anyway.
God, i wish that had been a solution but they were half the problem. I mean, when she was in school she wrote a suicide note. Her mother found it. Guess what she did?
She yelled at her. Told her off for being an idiot and to not do it again or else. That was it. Fucking retards! Eventually, after more problems she took her to a GP (old guy apparently) who was the first to write it off as Daddy issues. Told her to toughen up and gave her some very light medication.
A few years ago, she finally told her parents about what she went through. Our hospital visit, the scar on her arm, the medication, everything. Neither of them have asked her about it once. No "How are you feeling?" or "Is everything okay?", nothing.
I totally understand why some people just give up. When you're eternally alone in the inner cloud of hell, and every attempt to reach for help only gets your fingers burned, you find whatever solution you can. I just hope that everyone knows that they don't have to be alone in it.
Big hugs y'all.