There is something that’s been weighing on me lately. I was diagnosed with depression about 3 years ago, and it got better for a while but it recently started to come back. I keep having thoughts that everyone would be happier without me, and unfortunately, it’s starting to seem more and more true every day.
I’m on the autism spectrum so it’s already hard to deal with a world that wasn’t built for someone like me, but feeling like this all the time makes it harder.
I keep having a hard time at work and disappointing my boss, … Read more...
Note from Anne Moss: A self-harm safety box is a kit that a person puts together as a self-help strategy. This was sent to me by Ayushree and she details the contents of her safety box which she has so far found helpful in breaking her self-harm habit.
To make my own self-harm safety kit, I took a shoebox, covered it in white paper and made doodles all over it. I didn’t write anything on it because otherwise, my mom would know.
Doodles are one of my hobbies and it helps me to relieve stress. … Read more...
by Priyanka Sarkar, chemistry and biology graduate, India
Before focusing on any particular strategies, I want to emphasize that loving yourself is more important than anything on this list. Be your own cheering section and make sure you do that every day. Treat yourself with love and respect. If you do, others will, too. This phase tests your patience thoroughly but trusts me it ends (even though it may not seem like it) with you attaining wisdom. Now the coping strategies that helped me through depression.
1) Acknowledging and establishing a connection with my feelings
No matter how many times you’ve said it, we could never be “prepared.”
It is always a shock if that’s the way a loved one dies. To us, we think you won’t really follow through. Because you love us so much or you made a promise you can’t possibly keep because you are not in full control of your actions at that moment.
That sort of thinking does reflect our gross misunderstanding of what those struggling with thoughts of suicide go through. But we family members and friends tell ourselves you’re not … Read more...
Sitting in my bathroom, with my then fiancé asleep in our bedroom just a few feet away, I sat with tears streaming down my face. I literally fell to my knees praying that God would help me figure this out, help me through this agony that I felt so deeply in my soul.
Now I’m not going to say that YOU need to believe in God and I’m also not going to say that I know anything for certain, but what I do know is that this night, God showed up for me. That night I … Read more...
Trigger warning: Strong emotional content and suicide method mentioned.
Ten years seems like a long time – a decade – but at the same time just yesterday, too. Ten years ago January 12, I lost my big brother to suicide. He was 41. I was 38. I had three young boys and he had five children – four boys and a girl.
It was a Sunday morning and I was eating breakfast and reading the paper
My mom called and was worried she couldn’t reach Matt. He had just moved into a new home the day … Read more...
It was a very complicated relationship. He was verbally and physically abusive to me when we were growing up. He needed help so badly but he didn’t ask for it and “handled things on his own.” I felt so much anger, maybe even rage at times. I don’t know where all this anger came from.
Then, on June 23, 2018, I lost my husband to suicide as well. I felt totally numb and in shock. I know that there’s a lot of anger … Read more...
When we think of drug addiction we often think of people who have thrown their lives away; they may be homeless, hopeless, made poor decisions have no support system, or they may be like my son. He was an altar boy, a boy scout, played sports, won academic awards, and has an extended family who loves him and continues to want the best for him.
It could be, and is for many, a dual diagnosis; mental illness and addiction or a legitimate introduction to opioids after a diagnosis of a chronic illness or an accident. Many times the … Read more...
Ten years ago this August my son Kieran, a medic in the army, died by suicide. Needless to say, our family was devastated as we unwillingly took up membership in that most terrible of clubs, the one you never want to be a member of.
For almost a year, Kieran’s deployment had been repeatedly delayed, which may have increased the anxiety my son was almost certainly feeling, even though he vehemently denied in a suicide note he posted on Facebook that his impending deployment had anything to do with his decision to take his life.