tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17269295.post112831545516373046..comments2023-10-31T08:13:50.130-04:00Comments on Lair of the Sinister Porpoise: Suicide is PainlessThe Sinister Porpoisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06598370622023551565noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17269295.post-39921974240695089032006-11-30T02:46:00.000-05:002006-11-30T02:46:00.000-05:00Wow, you said a mouthful of truth there. Nothing ...Wow, you said a mouthful of truth there. Nothing more frightening in my life than the day I looked back at the least two months and realized that the ONLY thing that had changed was the addition of anti-depressants.<br /><br />Seriously, everything in my life was exactly the same, except for the fact I was on meds. My sister spent 13 some odd years trying to get me to see how much trouble I was in, and get help. I didn't listen then and now wish I had.<br /><br />When I finally said, "Yes, I think I need meds . . . " I'd already been in and out of the ER several times and hid my suicidal thoughts and my first nervous breakdown from the doctors. Not good at all . . .<br /><br />So you are quite correct, it is scary and so hard to see. When your emotions go wonky it all seems to make so much sense to "put a more permanent end" to one's pain. That was the euphemism I used. When the meds started to work everything was still the same, except the pain was nothing compared to what it been only a few short weeks before.<br /><br />I know.<br /><br />I wish I didn't.<br /><br />I wish neither of us, none of us, had to go through this.<br /><br />I remember M*A*S*H. I cried when it ended. <br /><br />Wow, this was deeper than I'd meant it to get . . .Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04541479622931436644noreply@blogger.com