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Originally Posted By rnurse:
I have had Iraq demons haunting my sleep and ev ery move right now. Over what I done over there as a civilian truck driver. It's enuff to drive u crazy 
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Im here also if anyone needs to chat ever. Apparently i have the worlds best wife. She walked in on me last year when i tried to eat my gun. I have been hurting for years since i lost my best friend in Afghanistan in 2012. We knew each other before the army, we went to basic together, medic school together deployed to iraq and then he became a flight medic and we both deployed to Afghanistan within 3 months of each other. He was killed on my wifes birthday. Last year it just became unbearable with the pain and guilt. He was supposed to go home for good in 6 days from when he was killed. Eric was the epitome of the perfect husband and soldier. I ended up in patient for about 35 days learning to deal with ptsd and to detox. I now have my guns back and i take a day at a time, sometimes just an hour or 2 at a time. The darkness does eventually fade. My wife and kids stand right next to me, even after seeing me at my worst. Life and living are amazing. There is always someone you can turn to. I am attaching a video i watch a few days a week when i need inspiration or just a kick in the ass to get going. https://youtu.be/vB-1SRcsgXA |
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Originally Posted By rnurse:
I have had Iraq demons haunting my sleep and ev ery move right now. Over what I done over there as a civilian truck driver. It's enuff to drive u crazy Hang in there. One day at a time. IM me or anyone else if you need to, but please get pro help if you're having suicidal thoughts. |
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A photo of a puppy with the caption:"The most powerful antidepressant in the world has 4 paws and a wagging tail. <3"
https://me.me/i/the-most-powerful-antidepressant-in-the-world-has-4-paws-709bbc7849404d9883d5454879a4ceb8 https://www.facebook.com/TheHippiePeaceFreaks/photos/a.138766666183530/788501521210038/?type=3&theater |
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Arfcom is excellent support. Like a therapy group.
Also, if you have significant depression, there is a benefit that can be gained from seeing a good physician. And if you don't want meds, I understand - but think of them like this. Meds are like stitches after a bad cut. They themselves do not heal you, but they hold things together to all your body and mind to heal. Meds are a tool, they can be a great help. |
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Originally Posted By Macumazahn:
Arfcom is excellent support. Like a therapy group. Also, if you have significant depression, there is a benefit that can be gained from seeing a good physician. And if you don't want meds, I understand - but think of them like this. Meds are like stitches after a bad cut. They themselves do not heal you, but they hold things together to all your body and mind to heal. Meds are a tool, they can be a great help. Originally Posted By Macumazahn:
Arfcom is excellent support. Like a therapy group. Also, if you have significant depression, there is a benefit that can be gained from seeing a good physician. And if you don't want meds, I understand - but think of them like this. Meds are like stitches after a bad cut. They themselves do not heal you, but they hold things together to all your body and mind to heal. Meds are a tool, they can be a great help. Originally Posted By Hachiko:
Life can and does really make you wonder if living is worth it sometimes! Since February 27 of 2017, I have been struggling almost daily if anything is worth the pain I've gone through!! But what I can tell you is despite the fact that no one can hate me more than I hate myself and I still have days where I wish I would wake up dead, when I have that little voice in there whispering, "Hey if you suck start your .44 you won't have to deal with this anymore" I can start grabbing those happy memories and be like, "No, fuck you dude, look at this cute shit my kids did today, and this smart ass comment that about made Coke shoot out my wife's friend's nose. You can take that .44 and stick it up your ass. Just don't fuck up the blueing." And while I'm not over it by any means, I've managed to make it from drowning in the darkness to around dusk with a flashlight. And I want to thank this thread. I tried to talk to my mom about this as a teenager, and she just threw me in therapy where I wound up on happy pills that fucked me up in the head and made me want to kill myself, and I've tried to talk to my wife, but when I start talking I start to think Jesus, she's gonna think I'm crazy and start to clam up. But for some reason, I just planned on posting a hey man, I feel you and shit just started pouring out. And this is the best I've felt in years. I probably have 10 posts about ARs on here, but I knew there was a reason I love this website. 
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Originally Posted By Hachiko:
Life can and does really make you wonder if living is worth it sometimes! Since February 27 of 2017, I have been struggling almost daily if anything is worth the pain I've gone through!! |
The louder you scream...the faster we come!!!
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Originally Posted By LoneWolf545:
Well, if you want to play semantic games, major depression can be a SYMPTOM of an underlying medical issue, typically involving imbalances in brain chemicals or neuroreceptors behaving in unusual ways. Most people shorten it to considering it a mental illness. They actually have medical tests that can reveal the different patterns of brain activity associated with different mental illnesses, but they involve expensive chemical combinations with exceedingly short usable lives, so only a few research centers have that capability, it's not used for routine diagnosis (look up SPECT brain imaging for details). I'll note that I'm differentiating between major depression and situational depression - they may have the same outward symptoms, but different causes and treatment paths, although initially they may be the same. If you're not dealing with major depression, it can be difficult to imagine. Think about your brain actively trying to kill you, every minute of every day. It's there telling you you suck, that nobody really loves you, that they'd be better off if you were gone, they're just pretending to be your friends, nothing will ever get better, you're worthless, there's no point trying to get help, etc... Is it any surprise that it wears some people down to the point that they decide death is preferable to the constant pain? There ARE treatments to make life better - my ex had her suicide planned out before she was properly diagnosed and placed on medication. Seems the previous doctor when she was in college had a bias against using drugs and just told her to take lighter course loads if she couldn't handle the stress, when she actually saw a competent doctor, he helped find medication that helped stabilize her. Unfortunately, we aren't at the point where they can just do a blood test and say "Oh, you're not properly processing seratonin, based on your numbers and genetic codes, 25mg a day of Paxil should be appropriate for you." The best they can do, right now, is start you on a drug, question you about how you are feeling, if it works, great, if not, wean you off that drug and start you on another one. And even if you get the right drug or combination today, your medication needs can be constantly changing, due to age, exercise levels, weight, sunlight exposure, diet, etc... which mean it's a constant balancing act. My ex is my ex because she slid into the manic side without us noticing in time, after developing a tolerance to one of her medications, and decided I was holding her back from her goals in life and that divorcing me was the only way she could be happy. I also suspect another medication she was taking was causing issues, because I was able to compare her prescription records with when our friends started noticing issues and found a correlation with a new drug, but by that point, she was refusing to listen to me. The BEST long-term results tend to be a combination of drugs and therapy - drugs to deal with the immediate issue until therapy can help teach techniques to re-orient the brain, which is apparently what my ex is doing now, allowing her to hold a job and function in society, but I don't know the specifics of which therapeutic techniques she's using. For some reason, I don't talk to my ex much... Note: I'm not a doctor, but my ex was bipolar and has her degree in psychology and spent a lot of time reading whatever she could get on the latest research and discussing it with me, she probably could have gotten her Master's off of just her research, and possibly turned it into a PhD if she put some effort into it. I also have a good friend who is a research professor in physiology and pharmacology specializing in the brain and has been involved in breakthroughs with recording, transferring, and playing back memories, and have had many discussions with him. You can add me to the list of people who is willing to talk if someone needs it, I'm usually on here every evening for at least a little while, and my inbox has space for messages. Originally Posted By LoneWolf545:
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Originally Posted By hotbiggun42:
I'm just throwing this out there. Maybe possible suicide threads should be locked asap? Do you really want your website catering to depressed suicidle members. Yes, offer support, yes lock the threads asap. Mental illness sucks. If you're not dealing with major depression, it can be difficult to imagine. Think about your brain actively trying to kill you, every minute of every day. It's there telling you you suck, that nobody really loves you, that they'd be better off if you were gone, they're just pretending to be your friends, nothing will ever get better, you're worthless, there's no point trying to get help, etc... Is it any surprise that it wears some people down to the point that they decide death is preferable to the constant pain? There ARE treatments to make life better - my ex had her suicide planned out before she was properly diagnosed and placed on medication. Seems the previous doctor when she was in college had a bias against using drugs and just told her to take lighter course loads if she couldn't handle the stress, when she actually saw a competent doctor, he helped find medication that helped stabilize her. Unfortunately, we aren't at the point where they can just do a blood test and say "Oh, you're not properly processing seratonin, based on your numbers and genetic codes, 25mg a day of Paxil should be appropriate for you." The best they can do, right now, is start you on a drug, question you about how you are feeling, if it works, great, if not, wean you off that drug and start you on another one. And even if you get the right drug or combination today, your medication needs can be constantly changing, due to age, exercise levels, weight, sunlight exposure, diet, etc... which mean it's a constant balancing act. My ex is my ex because she slid into the manic side without us noticing in time, after developing a tolerance to one of her medications, and decided I was holding her back from her goals in life and that divorcing me was the only way she could be happy. I also suspect another medication she was taking was causing issues, because I was able to compare her prescription records with when our friends started noticing issues and found a correlation with a new drug, but by that point, she was refusing to listen to me. The BEST long-term results tend to be a combination of drugs and therapy - drugs to deal with the immediate issue until therapy can help teach techniques to re-orient the brain, which is apparently what my ex is doing now, allowing her to hold a job and function in society, but I don't know the specifics of which therapeutic techniques she's using. For some reason, I don't talk to my ex much... Note: I'm not a doctor, but my ex was bipolar and has her degree in psychology and spent a lot of time reading whatever she could get on the latest research and discussing it with me, she probably could have gotten her Master's off of just her research, and possibly turned it into a PhD if she put some effort into it. I also have a good friend who is a research professor in physiology and pharmacology specializing in the brain and has been involved in breakthroughs with recording, transferring, and playing back memories, and have had many discussions with him. You can add me to the list of people who is willing to talk if someone needs it, I'm usually on here every evening for at least a little while, and my inbox has space for messages. I've seen comments about "good doctors" - the reality is that the current state of medicine doesn't allow a doctor to do a test and say "You need this particular drug." The best they can do is look at your symptoms, look at any family history for other family members taking drugs for such problems, and then make an initial recommendation for a medication. It may be the right choice, it may not, all they can do is try, and if it doesn't work, wean you off of it and try another one. DO NOT GO COLD-TURKEY OFF PSYCHIATRIC MEDICATIONS!!! |
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This can happen to everyone. If a person seems upbeat and happy, he may still be deeply depressed. Here is a story that comes to mind:
Quote: It is said that in a great city there was a physician famous for his wisdom. A man came to him one day and said, "Doctor, I want you to see what is wrong with me." The doctor checked him over and said, "Your heart is all right. Your lungs are all right. Your blood pressure is normal. But you look as if you are run-down and tired, disillusioned, and unhappy. You need to do what I did. Go out to the circus in town this week and laugh at the famous clown with his funny mask, his big shoes, and his slapstick! He is hilarious! I went and I laughed and laughed! I prescribe for you a visit to the same circus. Sit for two hours and laugh at that clown, and you will forget your troubles and have a happy heart." The man said, "Doctor, your prescription won’t do me any good. I AM THAT CLOWN!" Unquote. I've had a lot of crap happen in my life. It's best to try to take things one day at a time. This really helps. What also helped was a book: "How To Stop Worrying And Start Living" written by Dale Carnegie. Great book with a lot of wisdom. Do yourself a favor. Purchase or borrow this book and read it. It may change your life. It did change mine. |
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Originally Posted By warlord:
I found this on my Facebook news feed: Originally Posted By warlord:
I found this on my Facebook news feed: I posted this last year when we were going through some really difficult times. Here I am a year later in the midst of a completely different difficult circumstance, and I needed my own words as a reminder. Thanks, God. ??
"God won't allow anything to happen to you that you can't handle." FALSE! If that were the case, then why would we need God at all? In fact, it is exactly those things that we can't handle that show us how utterly dependent we are upon Him. We were never meant to struggle through life's difficulties by our own strength. If you feel like you're in over your head, maybe you are! But have hope because your "Lifeguard" walks on water. Call out to God, like David did: "A hostile world! I call to GOD, I cry to God to help me. From his palace, he hears my call; my cry brings me right into his presencea private audience!" (Psalm 18:6) And Paul knew about this dynamic as well: "We don't want you in the dark, friends, about how hard it was when all this came down on us in Asia province. It was so bad we didn't think we were going to make it. We felt like we'd been sent to death row, that it was all over for us. As it turned out, it was the best thing that could have happened. Instead of trusting in our own strength or wits to get out of it, we were forced to trust God totallynot a bad idea since he's the God who raises the dead! And he did it, rescued us from certain doom. And he'll do it again, rescuing us as many times as we need rescuing. (2 Corinthians 1:8-10) I don't know why we think life ought to be easy. Suffering is a common thread woven through the lives of everyone who has ever lived. Disease, murder, rape, death, heartache these are some of the things that have affected my family in one way or another. You have your own list. I can tell you from personal experience that God is faithful to sustain you and give you hope in your darkest days. |
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Originally Posted By RouxGaRoux:
Thank you Originally Posted By RouxGaRoux:
Originally Posted By warlord:
I found this on my Facebook news feed: I posted this last year when we were going through some really difficult times. Here I am a year later in the midst of a completely different difficult circumstance, and I needed my own words as a reminder. Thanks, God. ??
"God won't allow anything to happen to you that you can't handle." FALSE! If that were the case, then why would we need God at all? In fact, it is exactly those things that we can't handle that show us how utterly dependent we are upon Him. We were never meant to struggle through life's difficulties by our own strength. If you feel like you're in over your head, maybe you are! But have hope because your "Lifeguard" walks on water. Call out to God, like David did: "A hostile world! I call to GOD, I cry to God to help me. From his palace, he hears my call; my cry brings me right into his presencea private audience!" (Psalm 18:6) And Paul knew about this dynamic as well: "We don't want you in the dark, friends, about how hard it was when all this came down on us in Asia province. It was so bad we didn't think we were going to make it. We felt like we'd been sent to death row, that it was all over for us. As it turned out, it was the best thing that could have happened. Instead of trusting in our own strength or wits to get out of it, we were forced to trust God totallynot a bad idea since he's the God who raises the dead! And he did it, rescued us from certain doom. And he'll do it again, rescuing us as many times as we need rescuing. (2 Corinthians 1:8-10) I don't know why we think life ought to be easy. Suffering is a common thread woven through the lives of everyone who has ever lived. Disease, murder, rape, death, heartache these are some of the things that have affected my family in one way or another. You have your own list. I can tell you from personal experience that God is faithful to sustain you and give you hope in your darkest days. |
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Originally Posted By HTHF:
I am often on ARFCOM late at night when there might not be allot of members online. If anyone ever needs and ear I can listen. I noticed this thread tacked and thought I would throw my hat in the ring. If anyone is feeling overwhelmed and lonely at any time, look in this thread and reach out to any member who's online. Day or night. As you can see, many of us have been through the ringer and understand. We'll do everything in our power to help you through it. Don't even think twice. Just send an IM and we'll hook up by phone if you like. |
"Our miniaturizer can shrink anything." "But I don't want to be miniaturized!" "It's just for an hour."
My inner child is a mean little fucker.
My inner child is a mean little fucker.
| I lost my wife recently. She battled advanced cancer for several years. She ultimately developed Leukemia as a result of her treatment . She didn’t stand a chance. I was her caregiver and we were completely isolated in her treatment. We were unstoppable as a couple. I am now finding out how weak I am without her. I attend grief counseling but nothing stops the pain and isolation. I am not hopeless or suicidal just lost. Talking helps! |
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I'm not clinically depressed or suicidal or anything, but I'm kinda at a low point right now.
Between pretty low self esteem and crushing loneliness, I really need a change in my life. 
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Originally Posted By shade_1313: What you fail to comprehend is that beavers don't make good machinists.
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Originally Posted By clutz:
I lost my wife recently. She battled advanced cancer for several years. She ultimately developed Leukemia as a result of her treatment . She didn’t stand a chance. I was her caregiver and we were completely isolated in her treatment. We were unstoppable as a couple. I am now finding out how weak I am without her. I attend grief counseling but nothing stops the pain and isolation. I am not hopeless or suicidal just lost. Talking helps! |
Originally Posted By shade_1313: What you fail to comprehend is that beavers don't make good machinists.
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Originally Posted By LoneWolf545:
Forgot to mention: IF you go for medication, try to be as honest as possible with your doc about how they are impacting you AND try to have someone you absolutely trust watching for unexpected results. I have at least two friends who went psychotic on the first meds the doctors tried them on. The other risk, if you're suicidal, is that medications can remove the lethargy which was preventing you from acting on the suicidal impulses BEFORE they remove those suicidal impulses. The first days or weeks on a new medication are critical. Don't wait to tell your doctor if you have thoughts of harming yourself or others, call them immediately. I've seen comments about "good doctors" - the reality is that the current state of medicine doesn't allow a doctor to do a test and say "You need this particular drug." The best they can do is look at your symptoms, look at any family history for other family members taking drugs for such problems, and then make an initial recommendation for a medication. It may be the right choice, it may not, all they can do is try, and if it doesn't work, wean you off of it and try another one. DO NOT GO COLD-TURKEY OFF PSYCHIATRIC MEDICATIONS!!! ADs can turn you into a damn near literal zombie. They can make your dick not work for the better part of a decade or longer. They can cause you to become withdrawn, depressed, and suicidal. ADs serve a purpose, but they are not meant to be a lifetime cure. |
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Originally Posted By EdAvilaSr:
These are previous posts taken from the Fammyman tread, but THEY APPLY UNTIL I AM DEAD Posted: 8/1/2011 10:04:46 PM EDT
Originally Posted By Merrell: Maybe we need some place here where people can go when they are really having problems (aside from the usual GD stuff) - not sure how that would work. Sort of a 'help me out' deal, maybe get a group of folks who know when to listen or something to volunteer in it in a rotating basis. When I read about what fammyman was doing with the adopted kids and their medical challenges, it just floored me. Originally posted by EdAvilaSr:
My line is always open to all of you at any time IM me and I will call you to lend you an ear and a shoulder. Together, we can overcome a lot of difficulties and hard times. We have done it before and we can continue to do it. Do not despair and lose hope. We have had attempts in the past.Thank God, both were dealt with successfully through the phone. One of them involved tc6969 on location. He (tc6969) helped with one case a few years back, so we have a reasonable model for action. If in FL, I am sure tc would get involved again to avert a tragedy like he did before If any of you have any suspicion that a fellow member is contemplating suicide, is in serious depression, etc and you feel you need help, contact any Staff member and ask them to pass the information on to me...........or send me an IM I will then try to contact on the phone someone from the HTF (mod or someone who knows the member in question) and we will initiate whatever is needed to help the member. All this will be done in confidence and only those involved (usually 2-3 people counting myself) will ever know who or what happened. If anyone is a professional at suicide prevention, we can use you. I am not one, so if you can help send me an IM and I will add you to a phone tree A couple of the things that have worked for me : - Ask the person NOT TO DRINK ALCOHOL. Booze is a stimulant in small dosages but it will depress you even more than you were if you do more than a couple of shots -Let the member tell you what the problems are -letting them get things off their chest is a good start. Often, they have few people they want to talk to or will listen to them- so hear them out. THEN, you can try to make them see how much worse off his family will be WITHOUT HIM/HER Most of us don't give 2 shits about ourselves, but our families are precious! If they see how their death would add to the already huge burden sometimes is enough to let them think about it some more and not go through it. There are other things we can do, especially if the member has friends in the site, but I don't want to discuss it here. When the time comes, please get involved and help a fellow member in need Thank you for putting this out there for our members, I am one of those people on occasion, not tonight thankfully. But I am at least currently not one of them.God speed you in your assistance of those who do need the help |
RealFitness86:I mean using my unit to open a second cirvix would put more physical pressure on it
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Originally Posted By warlord:
A photo of a puppy with the caption:"The most powerful antidepressant in the world has 4 paws and a wagging tail. <3" https://me.me/i/the-most-powerful-antidepressant-in-the-world-has-4-paws-709bbc7849404d9883d5454879a4ceb8 https://www.facebook.com/TheHippiePeaceFreaks/photos/a.138766666183530/788501521210038/?type=3&theater |
RealFitness86:I mean using my unit to open a second cirvix would put more physical pressure on it
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Originally Posted By BornToLooze: That's the important part. The one I went to in high school just kept feeding me the same line about how I've had more traumatic stuff happen than most people have by the time they're 40, but these pills will make you better and they about sent me off the deep end. So if you decide that's the route you want to take to help you, make sure you check the dude out and don't just go into it blind, and to research the meds they give you because the side effects can be killer. I don't know what your situation is, but I feel you man. I've been dealing with this shit on and off close to 15 years, and even though it's been getting better in the past 8 years since I had kids, I still get those thoughts. When it gets bad, you take life a day at a time, even a minute at a time if you have to, and remind yourself I've made it through this much shit, why give up now? You'll spend weeks and months feeling like you're drowning and then there's that one little bit of sunlight in the darkness and you remember that's how good things can be. And you cling to that one moment whatever it is, because even though you can't remember what just being happy felt like, you did feel happy for even just a little bit, so you cling to it and you keep fighting until you get another one. And then you just keep fighting and saving those happy memories. I've gotten to the point where the good memories are starting to outnumber the bad ones,not counting the really bad ones I've managed to block out. I know people always say, "Just hang on, it gets better", but as someone who's spent over half their life fighting depression I'm not sure how much truth is in that. It might happen one of these days, but who knows? But what I can tell you is despite the fact that no one can hate me more than I hate myself and I still have days where I wish I would wake up dead, when I have that little voice in there whispering, "Hey if you suck start your .44 you won't have to deal with this anymore" I can start grabbing those happy memories and be like, "No, fuck you dude, look at this cute shit my kids did today, and this smart ass comment that about made Coke shoot out my wife's friend's nose. You can take that .44 and stick it up your ass. Just don't fuck up the blueing." And while I'm not over it by any means, I've managed to make it from drowning in the darkness to around dusk with a flashlight. And I want to thank this thread. I tried to talk to my mom about this as a teenager, and she just threw me in therapy where I wound up on happy pills that fucked me up in the head and made me want to kill myself, and I've tried to talk to my wife, but when I start talking I start to think Jesus, she's gonna think I'm crazy and start to clam up. But for some reason, I just planned on posting a hey man, I feel you and shit just started pouring out. And this is the best I've felt in years. I probably have 10 posts about ARs on here, but I knew there was a reason I love this website. |
RealFitness86:I mean using my unit to open a second cirvix would put more physical pressure on it
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Originally Posted By BornToLooze: That's the important part. The one I went to in high school just kept feeding me the same line about how I've had more traumatic stuff happen than most people have by the time they're 40, but these pills will make you better and they about sent me off the deep end. So if you decide that's the route you want to take to help you, make sure you check the dude out and don't just go into it blind, and to research the meds they give you because the side effects can be killer. I don't know what your situation is, but I feel you man. I've been dealing with this shit on and off close to 15 years, and even though it's been getting better in the past 8 years since I had kids, I still get those thoughts. When it gets bad, you take life a day at a time, even a minute at a time if you have to, and remind yourself I've made it through this much shit, why give up now? You'll spend weeks and months feeling like you're drowning and then there's that one little bit of sunlight in the darkness and you remember that's how good things can be. And you cling to that one moment whatever it is, because even though you can't remember what just being happy felt like, you did feel happy for even just a little bit, so you cling to it and you keep fighting until you get another one. And then you just keep fighting and saving those happy memories. I've gotten to the point where the good memories are starting to outnumber the bad ones,not counting the really bad ones I've managed to block out. I know people always say, "Just hang on, it gets better", but as someone who's spent over half their life fighting depression I'm not sure how much truth is in that. It might happen one of these days, but who knows? But what I can tell you is despite the fact that no one can hate me more than I hate myself and I still have days where I wish I would wake up dead, when I have that little voice in there whispering, "Hey if you suck start your .44 you won't have to deal with this anymore" I can start grabbing those happy memories and be like, "No, fuck you dude, look at this cute shit my kids did today, and this smart ass comment that about made Coke shoot out my wife's friend's nose. You can take that .44 and stick it up your ass. Just don't fuck up the blueing." And while I'm not over it by any means, I've managed to make it from drowning in the darkness to around dusk with a flashlight. And I want to thank this thread. I tried to talk to my mom about this as a teenager, and she just threw me in therapy where I wound up on happy pills that fucked me up in the head and made me want to kill myself, and I've tried to talk to my wife, but when I start talking I start to think Jesus, she's gonna think I'm crazy and start to clam up. But for some reason, I just planned on posting a hey man, I feel you and shit just started pouring out. And this is the best I've felt in years. I probably have 10 posts about ARs on here, but I knew there was a reason I love this website. |
RealFitness86:I mean using my unit to open a second cirvix would put more physical pressure on it
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Originally Posted By Gyprat:
This can happen to everyone. If a person seems upbeat and happy, he may still be deeply depressed. Here is a story that comes to mind: Quote: It is said that in a great city there was a physician famous for his wisdom. A man came to him one day and said, "Doctor, I want you to see what is wrong with me." The doctor checked him over and said, "Your heart is all right. Your lungs are all right. Your blood pressure is normal. But you look as if you are run-down and tired, disillusioned, and unhappy. You need to do what I did. Go out to the circus in town this week and laugh at the famous clown with his funny mask, his big shoes, and his slapstick! He is hilarious! I went and I laughed and laughed! I prescribe for you a visit to the same circus. Sit for two hours and laugh at that clown, and you will forget your troubles and have a happy heart." The man said, "Doctor, your prescription won’t do me any good. I AM THAT CLOWN!" Unquote. I've had a lot of crap happen in my life. It's best to try to take things one day at a time. This really helps. What also helped was a book: "How To Stop Worrying And Start Living" written by Dale Carnegie. Great book with a lot of wisdom. Do yourself a favor. Purchase or borrow this book and read it. It may change your life. It did change mine. I've visited people in hospice who were just relatives of friends that I mainly went to see for my friends sake and had them pour their hearts out to me about anger, indiscretions, regrets etc... and just say I don't know why I'm telling you this but I feel I can trust you. I usually find some words that ease them some but that stuff weighs on me , I'm not a mental health professional and have trouble separating their feelings from mine. ETA: my point is I've suffered from depression for 35 or so of my 52 years , helping others, while difficult, has been my salvation . It makes me feel really useful even though at times what gets is heavy. |
| Just had a friend do it last night. We deployed to Iraq together and were in the same squad went through some trying times together. Couple days ago he was hanging out with the guys seemed happy go lucky. Tonight I get a call from a mutual friend to tell me he broke into his house (had been locked out by wife) and shot himself. I knew he was having problems with his wife but seemed to be ok normal stuff and seemed like they may work it out. I just keep looking at my phone contacts and thinking why didn't he just call one of us. Group of us are National Guard members/Vets and we've had four suicides this year. I just don't understand what's going on. |
“I, John Brown am now quite certain that the crimes of this guilty land will never be purged away but with blood.”
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Originally Posted By speedbuggy16v:
I am going to have to remember that Originally Posted By speedbuggy16v:
Originally Posted By HTHF:
Read this the other day: Hopelessness has two enemies, anger and courage.
I am going to have to remember that Learn to identify the physical changes that immediately precede an attack from unwanted and destructive emotions. Tightening of the gut and or jaw are classic examples. Once you identify what your particular physical responses are, and feel it happening, say out loud (if the environment is appropriate), "Not today, emotions, not today or any other day! I'm waiting and I'm going to beat you down every time!". In essence, you treat those emotions as invaders and go on the attack against them with the most effective weapons you have. Do it enough and there will be chemistry changes in the body, and neural paths in the brain will reroute. |
"Our miniaturizer can shrink anything." "But I don't want to be miniaturized!" "It's just for an hour."
My inner child is a mean little fucker.
My inner child is a mean little fucker.
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Originally Posted By JGPSTAHL:
Just had a friend do it last night. We deployed to Iraq together and were in the same squad went through some trying times together. Couple days ago he was hanging out with the guys seemed happy go lucky. Tonight I get a call from a mutual friend to tell me he broke into his house (had been locked out by wife) and shot himself. I knew he was having problems with his wife but seemed to be ok normal stuff and seemed like they may work it out. I just keep looking at my phone contacts and thinking why didn't he just call one of us. Group of us are National Guard members/Vets and we've had four suicides this year. I just don't understand what's going on. The way you guys have been treated during the gwot is criminal, imho. Wars fought with an all volunteer force over a period of ~14 years with stop loss ordered several times by two presidents has taken a tremendous toll. Everyone handles stress differently, but so many people subjected to extreme stressors over a long period of time means there will be a significant number who have severe coping problems. Losing perspective and the ability to reason come with the territory. There have been tragedies, and there will continue to be tragedies. Many are avoidable. I have no words to express how sad I am over this. There is no need for anyone to feel ashamed; it's part of our chemistry and can be corrected with professional help and a great deal of work from those who seek it. If you are doing well, take the initiative in finding out how your guys are doing. Have intimate conversations with them about their lives after Iraq in order to gauge their mental status. Drugs and alcohol are potentially dangerous. Don't take their family problems lightly. Urge them to seek help if you see any red flags. Some with problems might decline help, others might lie, some might be in denial. Possibly the simplest, easiest, and least threatening gateway to treatment would be to attend combat veteran group sessions lightly moderated by a pro counselor. it's just you and your peers. Pretty much any and all topics are open for discussion. Many VA clinics and hospitals offer this service. Find one, get your buddies together and go as a group. |
"Our miniaturizer can shrink anything." "But I don't want to be miniaturized!" "It's just for an hour."
My inner child is a mean little fucker.
My inner child is a mean little fucker.
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Originally Posted By wtfboombrb: @JGPSTAHL The way you guys have been treated during the gwot is criminal, imho. Wars fought with an all volunteer force over a period of ~14 years with stop loss ordered several times by two presidents has taken a tremendous toll. Everyone handles stress differently, but so many people subjected to extreme stressors over a long period of time means there will be a significant number who have severe coping problems. Losing perspective and the ability to reason come with the territory. There have been tragedies, and there will continue to be tragedies. Many are avoidable. I have no words to express how sad I am over this. There is no need for anyone to feel ashamed; it's part of our chemistry and can be corrected with professional help and a great deal of work from those who seek it. If you are doing well, take the initiative in finding out how your guys are doing. Have intimate conversations with them about their lives after Iraq in order to gauge their mental status. Drugs and alcohol are potentially dangerous. Don't take their family problems lightly. Urge them to seek help if you see any red flags. Some with problems might decline help, others might lie, some might be in denial. Possibly the simplest, easiest, and least threatening gateway to treatment would be to attend combat veteran group sessions lightly moderated by a pro counselor. it's just you and your peers. Pretty much any and all topics are open for discussion. Many VA clinics and hospitals offer this service. Find one, get your buddies together and go as a group. |
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A few years ago I was on FB late at night. Stumbled across a guy I knew from high school posting some crazy shit. Keep in mind that he was not a friend of mine. long story on that one but he would have loved to see me disappeared back then (girlfriend, teen, stoopid shit).
I talked him out of making the final solution that night. He has moved on to be a certified drug counselor and an upstanding citizen. I had no idea at the time or for many months after. I was just being a decent human when I contacted him that night. A few years later I found out the gravity of the situation. His mother took my mother to lunch one day and paid. My mom was confused. His mom then clarified it and told her what I did/said. I saved his life according to his mother. I didn't even try to stop him, didn't try to change his mind. All I told him was "permanent solutions to temporary problems are ignorant"... Thankfully it worked out. Hindsight, I would have done it a bit differently I think. Honestly, that single event is the greatest accomplishment in my life. He is still living and he is thriving. |
Per NorCal, Nickname: Snowman????
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Never had the desire to look into this thread in all my time here. Only chose to due to a recent and unexpected very open and wandering discussion with someone I have known for better than half our lives.
1) When he gets his internets restored I will effort to get him to join and see this and other relate-able to life experience threads. While we have known each other for many moons, we rarely, if ever, have truly open and vulnerable discussions. While life has given us very different paths and choices, we can still relate even when and if the other has no relevant experience. 2) As I explained to him that night, I made a choice many livers ago that in order for me to suicide it would have to be a newsworthy event. The benefit of life being good for times has removed many choices off the table and makes the "easy way out/gift that keeps giving" decision more difficult and elaborate. One must have standards. While I have witnessed much bs on this site, the ability to close ranks and help someone unknown and even different politically is amazing and I am in disbelief sometimes as I feel that the human race is not worth saving. |
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My story is a long one, but I will summarize it. Married to the love of my life for 15 years. In Sept. 2015, she was diagnosed with Stage 2 breast Cancer. I being an RN, took care of her and did everything for her, as a Husband should. She drastically changed into a completely different person on the inside. All surgeries and Chemo were done, 3 months later we find another lump. 1 day after we find out it was benign, she says she wants a divorce. I was beyond confused. At first I said "okay". Then I thought, & told her "no".
That very night I was awakened in bed by 3 Fort Worth Police Officers. The story was my wife said that I threatened her with a firearm, not true. I was arrested & thrown in jail. 1 week later, I was "let go" from the hospital where I worked for 21 unblemished years. Her "word" was all the proof they needed, from the DA's perspective, & the hospital. Hired a Criminal attorney who, as it turned out, threw me under the bus. One day after speaking with her Divorce attorney, he completely changed his tune about fighting for me & my case. I ended up taking 5 years deferred adjudication. Spent all my savings for the Criminal attorney & divorce attorney. Between the two, it cost me over $40,000. I lost my Family, my Son, my dogs and my house. The end of the divorce, I had to give her almost $140,000 (home equity and half of her 401-K). I'm still more than likely going to lose my RN license, & no one wants to hire a 51 year old with a record. Before this, I've only had 2 speeding tickets. I've been living off my 401-K. I've always had depression, & now I've been diagnosed with PTSD. Several months ago, I went through my Attorneys to contact the DA & the Judge, to see if I could have a third party obtain all my firearms, ammo & accessories to sell to a FFL. I was told by my Attorney “The Judge wants to throw you back in jail, because you’re trying to get your firearms”! No explaining, even in the simplest of terms to get them to understand that I would have no contact with my firearms at any time. So at the end of my divorce, my Ex & her attorney ended up selling them & giving me the proceeds. I received $6,200, for weapons, ammo, magazines, & accessories that should have sold for more than $10-$12,000. I am very sorry Gentlemen, but I am done! I’ve been lied to, & lied about. I’ve had my Son, my entire life, my Career, & all of my personal possessions stolen from me. I am a quiet, respectful & keep to myself kinda guy. I have prayed more than I ever have in my life, all to no avail. I am cognizant enough to know when I am beaten, & to know that I more than overwhelmed. Overwhelmed physically, emotionally & spiritually. I cannot hold on any longer, & believe it is time for me to go Home! |