Stimulants & MDMA can cause severe anxiety & depression on the come down, as well as panic attacks.......add into the mix some kind of mental illness & you are looking at a downward spiral.
Amps/stims/MDMA should not be ingested by someone with s mental illness although psychiatrists/doctors prescribe Ritalin/Adderall like its candy for ADD/ADHD.
Depression is one of the worst illnesses a human being can have during their life here on earth......
Psychiatrists/Doctors don't have a cure for it & they hand out antidepressants like candy to try & make you feel better, all the whole you're a guniea pig for many years trying to get something g to work out for you while your brain is being rewired & with the garbage they're scripting you ate making people very suicidal......
I know there are people that need antidepressants/bipolar meds but I'm totally against them because they can make you way worse than when you walked into the office.
The doctors IMO dont know jack about how to cure the different mental illnesses out there.......its literally like playing Russian roulette whether youre on these meds or not with some mental illnesses & then throw stimulants/MDMA into the mix & it doesn't end well.
Excess of illegal drugs mixed in with antidepressants trying to fight off depression, etc.....is a very bad combination.
Bottom line, there are ways to fight depression, but its a long lifetime battle & some get tired of fighting & just give up......sad, very sad!
Good read
I am a survivor of suicide.
I don't talk about it a lot these days, as I've reached the point where it feels like a lifetime ago. Healing was a long and grief-stricken process. There were times when I felt very alone in my grief and there were times when I felt lost and confused. The trouble with suicide is that no one knows what to say. No one knows how to react. So they smile and wave and attempt distraction... but they never ever say the word. The survivors, it seems, are often left to survive on their own.
I experienced endless waves of emotion in the days, weeks, months and even years following the loss of my father. The "what ifs" kept me up at night, causing me to float through each day in a state of perpetual exhaustion. What if I had answered the phone that night? Would the sound of my voice have changed his mind? Would he have done it at a later date, anyway? Survivor's guilt, indeed.
Sometimes, I cried. Sometimes, I sat perfectly still watching the waves crash down on Main Beach, hoping for a sign of some kind that he had reached a better place. Sometimes, I silently scolded myself for not seeing the warning signs. Sometimes, I bargained with God or anyone else who might be in charge up there. Bring him back to us. Please, just bring him back.Sometimes I felt angry. Why us? Why me? Why him?
Yes, I experienced a range of emotions before making peace with the loss. But one thought that never ever (not even for one second) crossed my mind was this ill-informed opinion that suicide is selfish. Suicide is a lot of things, but selfish isn't one of them.
Suicide is a decision made out of desperation, hopelessness, isolation and loneliness. The black hole that is clinical depression is all-consuming. Feeling like a burden to loved ones, feeling like there is no way out, feeling trapped and feeling isolated are all common among people who suffer from depression.
People who say that suicide is selfish always reference the survivors. It's selfish to leave children, spouses and other family members behind, so they say. They're not thinking about the survivors, or so they would have us believe. What they don't know is that those very loved ones are the reason many people hang on for just one more day. They do think about the survivors, probably up until the very last moment in many cases. But the soul-crushing depression that envelops them leaves them feeling like there is no alternative. Like the only way to get out is to opt out. And that is a devastating thought to endure.
Until you've stared down that level of depression, until you've lost your soul to a sea of emptiness and darkness... you don't get to make those judgments. You might not understand it, and you are certainly entitled to your own feelings, but making those judgments and spreading that kind of negativity won't help the next person. In fact, it will only hurt others.
As the world mourns the loss of Robin Williams, people everywhere are left feeling helpless and confused. How could someone who appeared so happy in actuality be so very depressed? The truth is that many, many people face the very same struggle each and every day. Some will commit suicide. Some will attempt. And some will hang on for dear life. Most won't be able to ask for the help that they need to overcome their mental illness.
Check in on friends struggling with depression. Even if they don't answer the phone or come to the door, make an effort to let them know that you are there. Friendship isn't about saving lost souls; friendship is about listening and being present.
Reach out to survivors of suicide. Practice using the words "suicide" and "depression" so that they roll off the tongue as easily as "unicorns" and "bubble gum." Listen as they tell their stories. Hold their hands. Be kind with their hearts. And hug them every single time.
30,000 peoplecommit suicide in the United States each year. 750,000 people attempt suicide. It's time to raise awareness, increase empathy and kindness, and bring those numbers down.
I am a survivor of suicide.
I don't talk about it a lot these days, as I've reached the point where it feels like a lifetime ago. Healing was a long and grief-stricken process. There were times when I felt very alone in my grief and there were times when I felt lost and confused. The trouble with suicide is that no one knows what to say. No one knows how to react. So they smile and wave and attempt distraction... but they never ever say the word. The survivors, it seems, are often left to survive on their own.
I experienced endless waves of emotion in the days, weeks, months and even years following the loss of my father. The "what ifs" kept me up at night, causing me to float through each day in a state of perpetual exhaustion. What if I had answered the phone that night? Would the sound of my voice have changed his mind? Would he have done it at a later date, anyway? Survivor's guilt, indeed.
Sometimes, I cried. Sometimes, I sat perfectly still watching the waves crash down on Main Beach, hoping for a sign of some kind that he had reached a better place. Sometimes, I silently scolded myself for not seeing the warning signs. Sometimes, I bargained with God or anyone else who might be in charge up there. Bring him back to us. Please, just bring him back.Sometimes I felt angry. Why us? Why me? Why him?
Yes, I experienced a range of emotions before making peace with the loss. But one thought that never ever (not even for one second) crossed my mind was this ill-informed opinion that suicide is selfish. Suicide is a lot of things, but selfish isn't one of them.
Suicide is a decision made out of desperation, hopelessness, isolation and loneliness. The black hole that is clinical depression is all-consuming. Feeling like a burden to loved ones, feeling like there is no way out, feeling trapped and feeling isolated are all common among people who suffer from depression.
People who say that suicide is selfish always reference the survivors. It's selfish to leave children, spouses and other family members behind, so they say. They're not thinking about the survivors, or so they would have us believe. What they don't know is that those very loved ones are the reason many people hang on for just one more day. They do think about the survivors, probably up until the very last moment in many cases. But the soul-crushing depression that envelops them leaves them feeling like there is no alternative. Like the only way to get out is to opt out. And that is a devastating thought to endure.
Until you've stared down that level of depression, until you've lost your soul to a sea of emptiness and darkness... you don't get to make those judgments. You might not understand it, and you are certainly entitled to your own feelings, but making those judgments and spreading that kind of negativity won't help the next person. In fact, it will only hurt others.
As the world mourns the loss of Robin Williams, people everywhere are left feeling helpless and confused. How could someone who appeared so happy in actuality be so very depressed? The truth is that many, many people face the very same struggle each and every day. Some will commit suicide. Some will attempt. And some will hang on for dear life. Most won't be able to ask for the help that they need to overcome their mental illness.
Check in on friends struggling with depression. Even if they don't answer the phone or come to the door, make an effort to let them know that you are there. Friendship isn't about saving lost souls; friendship is about listening and being present.
Reach out to survivors of suicide. Practice using the words "suicide" and "depression" so that they roll off the tongue as easily as "unicorns" and "bubble gum." Listen as they tell their stories. Hold their hands. Be kind with their hearts. And hug them every single time.
30,000 peoplecommit suicide in the United States each year. 750,000 people attempt suicide. It's time to raise awareness, increase empathy and kindness, and bring those numbers down.
So I don't remember which thread it was ( Years ago ) but a very good friends Brother was bipolar and he took his life by hanging himself
The guy was pretty nice guy, had the world by the balls. Had plenty of Money, all the Big Boy Toys including 2 Boats, 2 jetski's, owned 3 houses, which one he rented to Jets Players.
Anyway, the Swings he had in life were so weird. You could talk to him for hours one day, and the next day it was like talking to a totally different person.
He was at his best when on his Meds. But he didn't like how he felt on them.
2 days before he killed himself, he was laughing and telling jokes with Friends and family.
I once asked him how does it feel. He said that I wouldn't want to go through it. there are voices telling him he was better off dead. Meaning it's better to be Dead than alive.
The guy was pretty nice guy, had the world by the balls. Had plenty of Money, all the Big Boy Toys including 2 Boats, 2 jetski's, owned 3 houses, which one he rented to Jets Players.
Anyway, the Swings he had in life were so weird. You could talk to him for hours one day, and the next day it was like talking to a totally different person.
He was at his best when on his Meds. But he didn't like how he felt on them.
2 days before he killed himself, he was laughing and telling jokes with Friends and family.
I once asked him how does it feel. He said that I wouldn't want to go through it. there are voices telling him he was better off dead. Meaning it's better to be Dead than alive.
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One thing you never really see touched on is why men are so much more susceptible to addiction, depression and drastic behavior associated with those diseases but men are considered to be the more practical and levelheaded of the genders, while women are more emotional...
I dunno just came to mind as I read the thread
I dunno just came to mind as I read the thread
