Googling ways to die

Below is a comment I got on this post meant to, hopefully, divert those googling ways to die and provide hope, understanding and maybe prevent a suicide.  I thought you guys might want to see a message from someone who suffers from mental illness and suffers periodic thoughts of suicide.  Those of you who’ve lost a child to suicide may wonder why your child didn’t think about how you would be effected. Sometimes the thoughts overwhelm that. But just know there may have been many times they thought about it but didn’t follow through for fear of what it would do to you. Thank you Claire for your permission to post this. We are here for you. 

The post below by Claire

I have removed potential triggers out of respect for those with lived experience. You can see the original unedited comment and replies from followers and authors here. Claire granted permission for her post to be published here with her first name. 

I feel so frustrated that I’ve ended up on this site when I wanted the information [on how to kill myself] but I really appreciate what you are doing to help people. I’ve been here (at this point in my life, I mean) before many times, but the thoughts are now becoming overpowering. I keep thinking about walking out of the house, going to the woods and [completing a suicide.]

I wish there was an easier way to do it, but I’ve researched before and I know this is the best way. I don’t want to cause anyone any harm. That’s the only reason I stick it out every time– thinking of how devastated my parents would be and the kids that I teach. I also don’t want to hurt myself, I just want to not exist. Sometimes it seems like in order to get help you are expected to be self harming but I would never do that. When I am ready I will try to go in the least painful way. I wish doctors understood that.

I’m not a good person – my friends overlook a lot of the awful selfish things I do in my life – I feel like I’ve deceived them. I’ve really messed my life up and I just want the pain to end. I know it sounds pathetic and cliche but the pain is overwhelming. Every time I tell myself that this too shall pass, but at the end of the day the longer I stay on the earth the more hurt I cause to myself and others around me. I’ll only end up feeling like this again, having caused more damage, if I stick it out.

I’m sorry to even waste your time on reading this – I’m not sure whether I’m going to do anything or not this time. I have reached out but I don’t think anyone sees how bad it is.

This is the most pathetic thing but one of the things that stops me is the logistics. I’ve been lying in bed with the curtains closed for a day this time. I would be worried someone would see. I hate to think of who would find me. I hate to think of the example I would be setting to young kids let alone the world of hurt I would cause everyone else. I also would be worried it wouldn’t work and then I would end up disabled, losing my job or living with everybody knowing I tried to kill myself.

I don’t even know why I’m writing all of this.
I don’t want to worry anyone and I’m going to try and see it through but the urge is extremely strong.

I have bipolar disorder, by the way. I drank a lot of alcohol last night and haven’t had my Prozac in days. I called the pharmacy and they just said they’ll get it in for Tuesday. I’m unsure whether this is exacerbating the situation.

Thanks for what you do. I have a mum who cares about me, too. I would hate her to go through what you did.

I almost took my own life-the aftermath

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Anne Moss Rogers

I am the mother of two boys and the owner of emotionally naked, a site that reached a quarter million people in its first 18 months. I am a writer and professional public speaker on the topics of suicide, addiction, mental illness, and grief and currently working on getting a book published. I lost my youngest son, Charles, 20, to suicide June 5, 2015. As talented and funny as Charles was, letting other people know they matter was his greatest gift. And now the legacy I try and carry forward in my son's memory.

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