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Have you ever made a serious attempt at suicide?
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Update:
I've been on the Emsam patches for a week now and have noticed a few things:
1. I sleep well on less sleep, and wake up rested versus feeling like someone beat me with a bat all night.
2. Focus and concentration are much much better.
3. Energy level much much better (on an order of five).
4. I haven't taken a Xanax in three weeks; I used to take one a day.
5. I actually think about sex once or twice a day versus nill before.
A good drug to try for anyone with treatment-resistant depression.
Just an FYI.
I've been on the Emsam patches for a week now and have noticed a few things:
1. I sleep well on less sleep, and wake up rested versus feeling like someone beat me with a bat all night.
2. Focus and concentration are much much better.
3. Energy level much much better (on an order of five).
4. I haven't taken a Xanax in three weeks; I used to take one a day.
5. I actually think about sex once or twice a day versus nill before.
A good drug to try for anyone with treatment-resistant depression.
Just an FYI.
iGary said:Update:
I've been on the Emsam patches for a week now and have noticed a few things:
1. I sleep well on less sleep, and wake up rested versus feeling like someone beat me with a bat all night.
2. Focus and concentration are much much better.
3. Energy level much much better (on an order of five).
4. I haven't taken a Xanax in three weeks; I used to take one a day.
5. I actually think about sex once or twice a day versus nill before.
A good drug to try for anyone with treatment-resistant depression.
Just an FYI.
Any detrimental side effects on your posting rates though???
iGav said:Any detrimental side effects on your posting rates though???
LOL - hadn't started that end of the study yet.
iGary said:Update:
I've been on the Emsam patches for a week now and have noticed a few things:
1. I sleep well on less sleep, and wake up rested versus feeling like someone beat me with a bat all night.
2. Focus and concentration are much much better.
3. Energy level much much better (on an order of five).
4. I haven't taken a Xanax in three weeks; I used to take one a day.
5. I actually think about sex once or twice a day versus nill before.
A good drug to try for anyone with treatment-resistant depression.
Just an FYI.
Sounds like just what I need, I bet you can't get it over here.
bartelby said:
Look for it under Selegeline over in Europe - it was actually approved in patch form and pill form a long time ago ove rthere for you guys.
Have you ever made a serious attempt at suicide?
I once made a suicidal attempt at being serious. Does that count?
I once made a suicidal attempt at being serious. Does that count?
Never tried, but I've thought (a lot, had it all planned out) about it a few times.
I do have a friend that has tried it a few times before I knew him.
I do have a friend that has tried it a few times before I knew him.
MarkCollette said:
Damned right it does...
In other news, I pulled myself off of the Emsam today - I've been a freaking mess since about day 7 of taking it. We shall see. Going to give the no drugs approach a try for a while.
bartelby said:
Good luck to you too. I just feel lik my body is telling me to give it a shot to balance out on its own. Not been succesful in the past, but not much to lose for trying.
Slit my wrist with scissors.
An attempt that wouldn't have actually succeeded (if it could be seen as such).
But, I was an angst-filled teen, and just like 99.9999999% of other people in the same situation, just wanted/needed attention.
Since then, I've grown up and life is good
An attempt that wouldn't have actually succeeded (if it could be seen as such).
But, I was an angst-filled teen, and just like 99.9999999% of other people in the same situation, just wanted/needed attention.
Since then, I've grown up and life is good
In some way or another, directly or indirectly, its always related to attention. But certain kinds of attention for different cases. Mine was based off of people I liked. Spring break *shivers* worst week of my life. But life's good, just takes time.Josh said:Slit my wrist with scissors.
An attempt that wouldn't have actually succeeded (if it could be seen as such).
But, I was an angst-filled teen, and just like 99.9999999% of other people in the same situation, just wanted/needed attention.
Since then, I've grown up and life is good
Wow not to ressurrect an older thread, but the only thing that kept me from hurting myself was the prospect of ending up in a psychiatric ward for a third time.
The psych ER is the scariest place on earth...I ended up there one night (voluntarily) when I seriously thought I'd jump out my bedroom window. It was the most horrible place: you were pretty much in the midst of all kinds of people: from a prison convict handcuffed to her bed screaming all night to the more "regular-looking" people like this girl who came in the same night I did (I think she was depressed as well).
I really couldn't sleep at night for obvious reasons (nervousness after my would be suicide and the screaming from the convict lady) but had to pretend I was sleeping anyway because this mean nurse threatened me with not letting me go home or putting me in a room with a few other scary looking guys (instead I opted to sleep on one of the pull out mini couch beds).
The next day they let me go mainly because the psychiatrist who evaluated me that day was a gay guy lol...he sympathized with my story of my parents' unacceptance and the fact that if I stayed there I would miss both my graduation Church Mass and graduation itself. He reminded me that the regular ward wouldn't be as "crazy" as the ER but would however do what he could to let them release me.
So that was that and I was allowed to go to my graduation provided I followed up with therapy and such. Dr. Rainbow patted me on the back and told my mom I was a "good boy" lol.
The 2nd time I ended up in a psych ward (and almost kicked out my school which was now college) was because of some blog entry I wrote which was taken the wrong way by a "very concerned" someone. Suffices to say I never knew who that someone was but I ended up again in an evaluation hall (which thank God was MUCH MUCH calmer than that other hospital). One of the school's resident directors came to explain their policy of banning me from school property until my parents drove up (1 1/2 hours), took me home, and then took another trip back to speak with the school.
I managed to convince them I wasn't really suicidal that time (which I wasn't) and was allowed back to school.
I was however appalled by the way they almost treated me like a criminal for being depressed...banning me from school premises, etc. I wasn't a threat to anybody, considering the blog entry was written the night before and I was "detained" the following morning.
I understand they have to take precautions, but the way the director of student affairs worded things (ie. should we let him stay or go) instead of acting more humanely (how can we get him help) just really ticked me off.
Suffices to say, life is alot manageable now and I find that getting little stupid hobbies or setting "little goals" (ie., like saving for a Macbook!) always brightens up life a little. Good food helps too, sushi...
I hope I don't get chastisized for posting something so personal, but I felt like I needed to share.
*goes paranoid afraid someone I know will read this*
P.S. There's a few ads about suicidal thoughts on the banner below...gotta love targeted advertising...
The psych ER is the scariest place on earth...I ended up there one night (voluntarily) when I seriously thought I'd jump out my bedroom window. It was the most horrible place: you were pretty much in the midst of all kinds of people: from a prison convict handcuffed to her bed screaming all night to the more "regular-looking" people like this girl who came in the same night I did (I think she was depressed as well).
I really couldn't sleep at night for obvious reasons (nervousness after my would be suicide and the screaming from the convict lady) but had to pretend I was sleeping anyway because this mean nurse threatened me with not letting me go home or putting me in a room with a few other scary looking guys (instead I opted to sleep on one of the pull out mini couch beds).
The next day they let me go mainly because the psychiatrist who evaluated me that day was a gay guy lol...he sympathized with my story of my parents' unacceptance and the fact that if I stayed there I would miss both my graduation Church Mass and graduation itself. He reminded me that the regular ward wouldn't be as "crazy" as the ER but would however do what he could to let them release me.
So that was that and I was allowed to go to my graduation provided I followed up with therapy and such. Dr. Rainbow patted me on the back and told my mom I was a "good boy" lol.
The 2nd time I ended up in a psych ward (and almost kicked out my school which was now college) was because of some blog entry I wrote which was taken the wrong way by a "very concerned" someone. Suffices to say I never knew who that someone was but I ended up again in an evaluation hall (which thank God was MUCH MUCH calmer than that other hospital). One of the school's resident directors came to explain their policy of banning me from school property until my parents drove up (1 1/2 hours), took me home, and then took another trip back to speak with the school.
I managed to convince them I wasn't really suicidal that time (which I wasn't) and was allowed back to school.
I was however appalled by the way they almost treated me like a criminal for being depressed...banning me from school premises, etc. I wasn't a threat to anybody, considering the blog entry was written the night before and I was "detained" the following morning.
I understand they have to take precautions, but the way the director of student affairs worded things (ie. should we let him stay or go) instead of acting more humanely (how can we get him help) just really ticked me off.
Suffices to say, life is alot manageable now and I find that getting little stupid hobbies or setting "little goals" (ie., like saving for a Macbook!) always brightens up life a little. Good food helps too, sushi
...I hope I don't get chastisized for posting something so personal, but I felt like I needed to share.
*goes paranoid afraid someone I know will read this*
P.S. There's a few ads about suicidal thoughts on the banner below...gotta love targeted advertising...
blink56k said:
Thanks for sharing.
Much of what you said is why I fought long and hard in my personal battles last year. One, because I say no 'illness" - second was that I was not willing to allow my ex to bring me to that level.
In the past year of "recovery"; I have had more than one person state that they were worried about me last year.
I would like to think that the MR members that offered support is one major reason that I am here today. Also the love and support of my sister. She took time off in order to get some things done on my TH. And a good group of friends.
I look at what I went through last year, and even I am amazed that I am not in some padded room somewhere.