Today is World Suicide Prevention day. I’m feeling low, really low. I woke up yesterday wanting to die but got on with my day. My struggles with my own mental health are pretty well documented on this blog so feel free to check the mental health category if you want my back story.
Fact is if someone really want to kill themselves telling them how special they are probably wont stop them jumping, or cutting or hanging. It may help some but I think that’s probably a rarity.
My life has been touched my suicide. A close family member hung themselves. A number of friends have taken overdoses and I’ve tried to support a suicidal friend, though what help I was I will never really know.
I’m feeling low and my answer is to blog it. A huge number of blog posts I’ve written I’ve never published for fear they were too bleak. They probably were but to write down my feelings got them out of my head and that did help.
I’ve had a good four weeks, I’ve been feeling chipper. I felt my balance of meds was alright and I was exercising and getting stronger. I’d cut my drinking right down and I’d started eating reasonably regularly too. I saw my GP last week and they wanted to increase my meds. I nodded sagely and agreed but I didn’t increase my dose. I was doing fine so why mess with the balance.
Yesterday, suicidal, wanting to self harm I realised they were right. But I’m not going to, not for a few days, I want to see if I can work it out myself, dig myself out of my depressive little hole.
My self confidence is so fragile that all it takes is a small knock for me to be bruised inside. I’m working hard to improve me, why can’t others see that and appreciate me. At the same time I feel so immeasurably selfish for thinking that way. Why should anyone notice or pay me a compliment. Why? I’m worth nothing to them so why is my self worth so bound up in what they think? I’ll work it out.
So if you know someone on the brink, someone depressed, do tell them what they mean to you, how irreplaceable they are and what a wonderful, beautiful human being they are. It might help, it might not, but if the worst happens then at least you know that they knew what you meant to them. It could save a life. Or not.