Warning: today’s article is about suicide and gets a little bit graphic and heavy. I thought about suicide the other day. I should be clear: I thought about suicide, not about committing suicide. I’m not going to hurt myself, so please don’t worry. Although these are thoughts and emotions I’m very familiar with, they poke their heads around much less often these days. I just want to share my experiences, in the event they might be useful to others. We often never speak/think of suicide unless a) we are contemplating it ourselves or b) someone we love has recently committed the act. There are other times when thoughts about the subject might come up, but we generally plug our ears and try to drown them out LALALALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU style. Like any other thing, trying to avoid thinking about suicide is probably damaging, as would be obsession with the subject. This is middle-path-ness. Take it in, let it go.
The Death of Me
The Death of Me
The Death of Me
Warning: today’s article is about suicide and gets a little bit graphic and heavy. I thought about suicide the other day. I should be clear: I thought about suicide, not about committing suicide. I’m not going to hurt myself, so please don’t worry. Although these are thoughts and emotions I’m very familiar with, they poke their heads around much less often these days. I just want to share my experiences, in the event they might be useful to others. We often never speak/think of suicide unless a) we are contemplating it ourselves or b) someone we love has recently committed the act. There are other times when thoughts about the subject might come up, but we generally plug our ears and try to drown them out LALALALALA I CAN’T HEAR YOU style. Like any other thing, trying to avoid thinking about suicide is probably damaging, as would be obsession with the subject. This is middle-path-ness. Take it in, let it go.