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I miss Elliot Smith so much :'( i cried when i heard about it...my brother told me. :'(
(yes the 14 year old is back)
― Caitlin O'Neil (kurdtkobain205), Tuesday, 28 October 2003 03:20 (twenty years ago) link
I take SSRI’s. I was prescribed about three years ago.
Everyone says they’re happy pills. They’re not. If I’m having a shit day I still have a shit day. But it’s not like a shit day/week/month/half-a-fucking year like I used to have. I used to wake up every morning thinking about death.
Not in a wanky self-absorbed romanticised ‘everyone will miss me when I’m gone’ kind of way. More like an animal that knows it’s gonna die soon. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, be around a dying dog.
My conscious mind was in denial about suicide, my unconscious mind was running amok. I was dreaming about how I was gonna go. I had preferred method, location, time – all ‘hypothetical’ of course. The shadows that took me at night were always present in my waking time. Turning ‘the act’ over and over. Refining. Planning. Don’t tell me that‘s a fucking normal state of mind,
People think of suicide like an act. It’s more like an unstoppable motion, a whirlpool event that becomes irreversible at a certain point down the spiral wall. You can see clearly where it all went wrong, back at the outer reaches before you went down the flume. At this point you’re at the mercy of the beast. It either spins itself out or you go down the hole. Depression is cyclical. Next time round it may not be so benevolent.
I was lucky. I got help in time and made it through the potentially dangerous first 2 weeks of treatment. My dosage is now reduced although I accept that I may have to be on medication for the rest of my life. Life still has it’s attendant miseries and humiliations – ho, ho. Still,I can deal with them better without this dark ambient noise that drowns out everything else.
― P.Penn, Tuesday, 28 October 2003 21:06 (twenty years ago) link
My entire family (on both sides) has been ravaged by mental
illness, though I personally have not experienced any of these
problems yet. I've done a lot of research into the subject,
and in my opinion alex in manhattan has his head up his ass.
This kind of holocaust-denial is all too common, unfortunately.
It probably stems from an age-old fear of mental disease,
and as such it's understandable, but it's not very helpful
to those troubled people who refuse to get a psychiatric
evaluation or even consider the possibility that medication
could improve their lives - until the day they decide to
implement their own ultimate remedy. It's tragic innit.
― squirlplise, Tuesday, 28 October 2003 22:18 (twenty years ago) link
two months pass...
nine years pass...
maybe i was a little misguided upthread. i don't think i would romanticize suicide as much anymore. in any case i still believe there are situations where suicide may be a relief. like when you have a tumor which eats up your brain. like this guy for example.
five years pass...