Your story isn’t over yet.
This is a project by Dese’Rae L. Stage – about suicide awareness. She interviews those who have attempted suicide and survived. She talks to them, gets their stories, and photographs them. She also has Bipolar 2 and is a survivor of suicide and self injury as well.
Per her website, her project is about:
The intention of Live Through This is to show that everyone is susceptible to depression and suicidal thoughts by sharing portraits and stories of real attempt survivors—people who look just like you. These feelings could affect your mom, your partner, or your brother, and the fear of talking about it can be a killer.
You can find her website at: Live Through This
Since the death of Robin Williams, there has been a spike in calls to crisis lines around the US and Australia. I am not sure about other parts of the world, as I simply saw articles pertaining to these two countries, however I am sure they probably went up as well.
Calls, chats, messages, and clicks on their websites to Lifeline in America, Lifeline in Australia, Beyond Blue in Australia, the NAMI (National Alliance on Mental Illness) information line and Facebook page, and local crisis centers all around the US.
Many people were reaching out, seeking help for their depression, suicidal thoughts, and some were simply wondering how people can be depressed – how can someone look happy and yet feel so much pain and kill themselves. Perhaps with that last question, people will begin to understand depression more and even see or help someone else around them who might present happy but really be very depressed.
While they do not really know how many people were reaching out for help due to their depression and suicidal thoughts prior to Robin Williams death versus those who were affected by his death and began to feel suicidal after in response to his death (example, when you have someone close to you die, you begin to feel like you want to die) — they are glad that more people know about the crisis lines and support systems and are using them.
While I do think Robin Williams death brought a great deal of attention to suicide and mental health, I also think it is going to die down soon as it usually does even though people seem to care very much about it after such a loss. However, hopefully after all those posts of the suicide hotline numbers – this will not die down and people will remember these resources – and use them – and reach out for help when they need to.
Here are a few articles discussing the increases in spikes in crisis center calls — and there are quite a few more if you search on the internet.
Australian News Article Discussing the increase in spikes in crisis calls
American Aljazeera Article Discussing the increase in spikes in crisis line calls
Houston, TX News Article Discussing local crisis center call increase
Augusta, Maine Article – Discussing local crisis center call increase
The minute you feel like giving up, think of the reason you have held on for so long.
One small crack does not mean that you are broken,
it means that you were put to the test and you did not fall
When I first found out Robin Williams died, I literally thought – “Nooooo, if I can’t kill myself, why can he??”
Robin Williams was one of the funniest guys around. I grew up watching so many of the movies he was in – Aladdin, Fern Gully, Robots, Happy Feet, The Dead Poets Society, Patch Adams, What Dreams May Come, Goodwill Hunting…the list goes on and on.
The problem is – some of the funniest people, that look so happy on the outside and make other people laugh and feel happy — they can be the people hiding and feeling so much pain and sadness themselves. It is that mask that we wear. Allowing everyone to see our funny, social, happy side – but never allowing our emotions of hurt, pain, sadness to be exposed.
When a celebrity dies of a suicide or drug overdose, we are all incredibly shocked and taken aback. They either never seemed like someone who would do something like that — or they might have had a long history of stints in a rehab for their drug addiction. Mental health has stolen so many brilliant actors/actresses/artists away from us. —-
—-It has also taken away so many people away from us though. People that aren’t famous. The day Robin Williams died, there were others that also took their lives. Their families were torn up by the news that their loved ones were found dead, dead because they too had taken their own lives. I guess I began thinking about this aspect because a few days prior to Robin Williams’ death — another friend of mine lost her nephew to a suicide. You hear about the famous people that take their lives, perhaps hear a bit about how we need to help those with depression reach out for help, and then its over. What about those that take their lives everyday? It happens so much more than just a celebrity losing their life every so often – it is happening everyday, multiple times a day. We need more help for mental illness now! More education, more programs, more psychiatrist and therapists – we need all of that so that everyone who is affected can get the proper treatment — whether it is the public or celebrities. My friend’s family is trying to raise money for their nephews funeral, as it was extremely unexpected, if you would like to donate any money or simply leave a kind word the website is on gofundme.
I know I have tried suicide, a lot. And I have gone back and forth in my mind as to whether I am happy or sad that I lived through it. I am happy though I didn’t die though. I am not always happy, by any means. But, I am glad I was given a second change, and third, and fourth, and …. quite a few.
I really feel for Robin’s family. I can’t even imagine how hard it is to lose someone that not only they loved but to also have to deal with the publicity of everyone in the world who loved him too. I have lost someone to a drug overdose when she was basically self medicating for her depression and it hurts. Losing someone to mental illness hurts. I hope they are able to heal over time.
If you are thinking about suicide or even just having a hard time call:
I look back at how bad my depression was over the last few years … in a previous online journal I had a post from January 22, 2011 at 6:28pm that simply stated:
The first two weeks of school have gone pretty good.
I need to die though.
Two sentences. Nothing else.
My depression was so bad, that even though my first two weeks of college (actually the last semester of my senior year) had been fine, I still felt the need to die. This was the year that my mental illness became extremely severe. This entry was posted a week after my first psychiatric hospitalization. Prior to my second hospitalization, which would result in me abruptly dropping out of school (on the semester I should have graduated) and deciding I wanted nothing to do with graduating as I had no reason to believe I would live any longer. And if I did indeed live, I did not need school. I wanted no degree from the college I was going to, I hated my college at the time, and I wanted nothing from them at all. I was much to amazing to have a college degree (woohoo bipolar delusions and suicidal ideations and reckless decisions). I did go back and get my degree though, although I am not using it at all thanks to my wonderful hospitalizations and instability.
It is amazing how set I was on death though. I had been depressed so much of my life, but this was the breaking point for me. How can we see that things are good, but still want death so much? The chemical imbalances in our brain and how they work are so –weird!
People ask me all the time why I am depressed. Which I hate by the way. I don’t know. Things can be going fine in my life, and I am just depressed. Which obviously this entry from 3.5 years ago shows — it seemed like things were fine, but I still was determined that I needed to die. The chemical imbalance in my brain was just completely off! That is how bipolar works, that is how major depressive disorder works, and schizoaffective, schizophrenia, and a whole host of other mental illnesses. It isn’t a simple switch that I can turn on and off.
Yes, I can change my thought process, that does help. But that alone does not fix me. As I have mentioned before, I need my medication. I am not someone who can go without my meds – because my diagnosis definitely is based on a huge chemical imbalance. Working on CBT helps a lot, but only when my medication is also working. Then I am stable enough to focus on using those technique to change my thought process too.
But — I guess, looking at this post from 2011… I also just think about how much it hurts to feel that way. To know that you can see your life going ok but to know that you still feel the need to get out of it. To have this deep desire to just escape. I haven’t felt that deep desire since January 2013 luckily, my meds have been working well since then, but I still have the thoughts and desires here and there. Not constantly though. It was a hard. It still is hard., but I’m learning to manage and it’s getting easier.
Excellent post about suicide, why it is horrible trying to commit suicide, and resources if you need to reach out for help (specifically in the UK)