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I'm going to be perfectly, painfully honest here; what I'm going to be talking about will make you uncomfortable. It's not an easy topic, it's deeply personal, heavily stigmatized, and may upset you, trigger you, or offend you or your beliefs. If you believe you fall under in any of those groups or cannot hold a mature conversation about the subject I suggest you back out of this journal and find something else to look at, I certainly won't think any less of you.
Still here? Then here we go.
I should probably start by saying that this isnt a plea for help. I've had problems with suicidal ideation for years, I was confronted about it for the first time in seventh grade but I'd been thinking this way for long before that. Why am I bringing this up now? Because it's been getting worse since I started college, and I'm reaching the end of my rope. Honestly, I'm exhausted, pretending to be normal and acting accordingly is exhausting in a way that's hard to describe but is still very real. The idea of being able to just check out and be done with everything is incredibly appealing and I'm too selfish not to consider it.
Before I go further, if I've talked to or interacted with you on a regular basis and you never suspected, good. I didn't want people to know.
So why am I talking about this? Because today I dug out the bottle of ibuprofen I have, it's never been opened simply because I've never had to use it. Right now, it's sitting on my desk next to my printer, still sealed shut. But it's there. Just like the box cutter is sitting in the second drawer.
I should reiterate that I'm not asking for help. My school makes help available to those who want it, I'm far past caring. This journal is partially because I feel the need to ramble and partially because I've noticed an unfortunate pattern.
The stigma attached to mental health prevents people from discussing it openly, and I'm using my personal experience combined with the anonymity of the internet to start a conversation. You see, I've told my parents that I wanted to die before. And then spent the next day alone in the house because both of them work, and while my mom did check up on me, I got radio silence from my dad. And neither of them have revisited the topic despite the fact that it's been over a year.
Neither one of them asked if I still thought or felt that way, neither of them bothered to check if I was acting or planning on going through with it. They didnt see if I was hurting myself or any other high risk behaviors, nothing. Considering how they had to verbally corner me and force me to admit what I was thinking, there was no way I would go to them on my own, I still won't I put a lot into keeping this to myself.
Something else my parents didn't do was ask why I feel this way. It might just be that I'm studying nursing (I'm aware of the irony) but most health care professionals would tell you that when dealing with someone who has depression or thoughts of suicide, you should ask why, find out the root of the problem and go from there. That means confronting the problem directly, acknowledging its there, and dealing with it head on. Not tiptoeing around the person for fear of upsetting them.
Judging by how hard writing this is, I can only imagine how much worse a conversation like that would be. It needs to be done though, the mental illness stigma has to go so conversations like this can happen without anyone being afraid of the impact of their words.
So it starts here, now. With me being brutally honest. I think about killing myself often and have recently taken that box cutter I mentioned earlier to my skin. This is me choosing not to hide behind a smile and the insistence that I'm fine. Say what you will, change has to start somewhere, and I might as well make my life mean something.
Still here? Then here we go.
I should probably start by saying that this isnt a plea for help. I've had problems with suicidal ideation for years, I was confronted about it for the first time in seventh grade but I'd been thinking this way for long before that. Why am I bringing this up now? Because it's been getting worse since I started college, and I'm reaching the end of my rope. Honestly, I'm exhausted, pretending to be normal and acting accordingly is exhausting in a way that's hard to describe but is still very real. The idea of being able to just check out and be done with everything is incredibly appealing and I'm too selfish not to consider it.
Before I go further, if I've talked to or interacted with you on a regular basis and you never suspected, good. I didn't want people to know.
So why am I talking about this? Because today I dug out the bottle of ibuprofen I have, it's never been opened simply because I've never had to use it. Right now, it's sitting on my desk next to my printer, still sealed shut. But it's there. Just like the box cutter is sitting in the second drawer.
I should reiterate that I'm not asking for help. My school makes help available to those who want it, I'm far past caring. This journal is partially because I feel the need to ramble and partially because I've noticed an unfortunate pattern.
The stigma attached to mental health prevents people from discussing it openly, and I'm using my personal experience combined with the anonymity of the internet to start a conversation. You see, I've told my parents that I wanted to die before. And then spent the next day alone in the house because both of them work, and while my mom did check up on me, I got radio silence from my dad. And neither of them have revisited the topic despite the fact that it's been over a year.
Neither one of them asked if I still thought or felt that way, neither of them bothered to check if I was acting or planning on going through with it. They didnt see if I was hurting myself or any other high risk behaviors, nothing. Considering how they had to verbally corner me and force me to admit what I was thinking, there was no way I would go to them on my own, I still won't I put a lot into keeping this to myself.
Something else my parents didn't do was ask why I feel this way. It might just be that I'm studying nursing (I'm aware of the irony) but most health care professionals would tell you that when dealing with someone who has depression or thoughts of suicide, you should ask why, find out the root of the problem and go from there. That means confronting the problem directly, acknowledging its there, and dealing with it head on. Not tiptoeing around the person for fear of upsetting them.
Judging by how hard writing this is, I can only imagine how much worse a conversation like that would be. It needs to be done though, the mental illness stigma has to go so conversations like this can happen without anyone being afraid of the impact of their words.
So it starts here, now. With me being brutally honest. I think about killing myself often and have recently taken that box cutter I mentioned earlier to my skin. This is me choosing not to hide behind a smile and the insistence that I'm fine. Say what you will, change has to start somewhere, and I might as well make my life mean something.
So Life Happens
It's amazing the difference a year can make. Because a year ago I had just come out of the hospital and I was not in the best place, to put it lightly.
Now I have a new job that I've been working at for almost a month and everyone has been so friendly and helpful, I make plans to actually spend time with other people and look forward to it. Last weekend I spent a day in Boston with my mom and I had fun while I was there, this coming Sunday I'm going to my cousin's baby shower. The anxiety and depression are still there, they might always be, but they're manageable now. I can deal with things that happen instead of just falling apart or stres
Nerd Quiz
taken from ~RobinTheBard (https://www.deviantart.com/robinthebard)
ANIME/MANGA NERD
[X] You watch anime.
[X] You read manga.
[ ] You buy/collect anime DVDs or manga volumes.
[X]You own some other form of anime/manga merchandise.
[X] You have referred to an anime character as 'hot' before.
[ ] You have cosplayed.
[ ] You have done so in public.
[ ] You have been to an anime/manga convention. (I wish)
[ ] You have created/joined a fanclub for an anime/manga character.
[ ] You have created/joined a hateclub for an anime/manga character.
[ ] You have squealed when you found out somebody had the same name as an anime character you knew.
[ ] You enjoy drawing anime. (I ca
I have a confession to make
A month ago I was in the hospital. I can't tell you how many times I've tried to write this and the words just haven't come, because it's honestly terrifying. A month ago, I was in the Behavioral Health unit of a hospital near my town and I'd been there six days, I was feeling okay enough to start getting ready to leave but was terrified because the unit was a safe little bubble that existed almost outside the rest of the world. I left the unit two days later.
In one of my previous journal entries I talked about mental health issues, I said they needed to be destigmatized, so that way people could feel comfortable getting the help they nee
Fake Friends
For ~DBZForever (https://www.deviantart.com/dbzforever) who posted this and to prove to him I'm his friend.
Some people who are getting too fake here on DA. They only want posts, comments, or to see how many friends they can get. So let's see who will actually re-post this. This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people in my friend list actually pay attention. Copy and re-post in your own bulletin Let's see who the true friends are... Re-post this if you are a friend... Don't reply... Just copy and paste this in a new journal as "Fake Friends."
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