I'm fortunate that I live with my two adult sons whom I raised and homeschooled. When I'm seriously suicidal and not just whining about how my life sucks and I hate it so much, I can let them know that I'm not right today and can't be left alone and they will arrange to babysit me. The fact that they do that helps touch one of the roots of my problem -- that I feel like no one cares -- and helps kill it off and I've gotten less suicidal over the years in part because of the evidence that they actually do care.
President Lincoln was prone to bouts of darkness and suicidal fits and his friends would babysit him at such times. So I'm not the only one who has found that to be an effective policy.
Suicide usually occurs when you are alone. Simply not being alone can be a deterrent.
It's been a while since I've had to tell my sons "I'm just not right today and can't be left alone." One root cause of my suicidal tendencies is an incurable medical condition. I used to be in agony all the time and I'm not anymore. My improved physical health means I'm much less prone to being seriously intent on wanting out of this life right now, thanks, though I still have other problems that make me somewhat often wonder "What is the fucking point??!!"
Anyway, a side effect of my medical condition is that sometimes I'm just not rational when I'm extremely sick and my sons have learned to feed me, hydrate me, make sure I'm adequately warm and their policy is "Don't engage Teh Crazeh" at such times because it doesn't help to engage me in discussion when I'm not rational. All it does is amplify my focus on negative feelings and there's nothing therapeutic about talking with me at such times.
Very often, I'm irrational because I'm at the end of my physical rope. Over the years, we've learned that when I'm a serious whack job, tending to my physical health -- feed me, hydrate me, make sure I'm warm -- often results in me falling asleep. When I wake up, I'm fine, mentally.
My experiences have convinced me that a lot of mental health issues have a strong component of physical health issues and have given me renewed appreciation for the biblical thing of feeding people as an act of love, caring and promoting the peace. Life is chemistry and food has powerful chemical impacts that tend to go somewhat unrecognized by most people, most of the time.
My sons basically nursed me back to health after doctors wrote me off for dead. Helping me actually solve my "unsolvable" problems has proven to be the best antidote to my suicidal tendencies.
I think people who are suicidal typically have intractable personal problems and one of the best antidotes to suicidal tendencies is to help people solve their intractable problems, which is part of why I blog and try to create informational resources for people with serious personal problems. I think being suicidal is often shorthand for "My life just doesn't work and can't be made to work and it's torture." So I try to help people make their lives work.
(I'm horrendously short of sleep and have been for days. Hopefully, I haven't said anything really badly here. 0_o)
President Lincoln was prone to bouts of darkness and suicidal fits and his friends would babysit him at such times. So I'm not the only one who has found that to be an effective policy.
Suicide usually occurs when you are alone. Simply not being alone can be a deterrent.
It's been a while since I've had to tell my sons "I'm just not right today and can't be left alone." One root cause of my suicidal tendencies is an incurable medical condition. I used to be in agony all the time and I'm not anymore. My improved physical health means I'm much less prone to being seriously intent on wanting out of this life right now, thanks, though I still have other problems that make me somewhat often wonder "What is the fucking point??!!"
Anyway, a side effect of my medical condition is that sometimes I'm just not rational when I'm extremely sick and my sons have learned to feed me, hydrate me, make sure I'm adequately warm and their policy is "Don't engage Teh Crazeh" at such times because it doesn't help to engage me in discussion when I'm not rational. All it does is amplify my focus on negative feelings and there's nothing therapeutic about talking with me at such times.
Very often, I'm irrational because I'm at the end of my physical rope. Over the years, we've learned that when I'm a serious whack job, tending to my physical health -- feed me, hydrate me, make sure I'm warm -- often results in me falling asleep. When I wake up, I'm fine, mentally.
My experiences have convinced me that a lot of mental health issues have a strong component of physical health issues and have given me renewed appreciation for the biblical thing of feeding people as an act of love, caring and promoting the peace. Life is chemistry and food has powerful chemical impacts that tend to go somewhat unrecognized by most people, most of the time.
My sons basically nursed me back to health after doctors wrote me off for dead. Helping me actually solve my "unsolvable" problems has proven to be the best antidote to my suicidal tendencies.
I think people who are suicidal typically have intractable personal problems and one of the best antidotes to suicidal tendencies is to help people solve their intractable problems, which is part of why I blog and try to create informational resources for people with serious personal problems. I think being suicidal is often shorthand for "My life just doesn't work and can't be made to work and it's torture." So I try to help people make their lives work.
(I'm horrendously short of sleep and have been for days. Hopefully, I haven't said anything really badly here. 0_o)