Thank you for this thread.
I haven't read the entire thread yet. But if you can't be sensitive and discerning, don't post. Don't group and label and compartmentalize. There's enough of that in the DSM-IV-TR. Don't one up yourselves on such a grave matter. This is about life, not your ego.
This issue is frightening and relevant to me today. I'll share my own experience if it's alright. It's hard to admit, but I think about death a lot. Today in particular was bad. It's not an easy feeling to understand.
Here's a tip for the guys:
don't date a woman who's borderline. You'll want to kill yourself in 6 months or less. Seriously, though, I still have nightmares about her. I used to fantasize about dying. I had my "first" major depressive episode at 16 (with psychotic features, no less).
Fast forward to Monday, May 1, 2006. I am now 20. I will probably be diagnosed with bipolar disorder, after years of mismanaged care. I had to withdraw from all my courses (again). If I'm lucky, the University will refund my tuition, and I'll re-enroll in the Fall.
I feel a bit of ire; my family doctor originally put me on antidepressants, and research is showing that bipolar patients show adverse reactions to SSRIs, including suicidal thoughts and anger. My psychiatric evaluation was sparse. There's irony for you.
I think about my friends, who will be graduating years ahead of me. My mother who cries because she doesn't understand. My father yells, and I feel ashamed. I don't work hard enough. To myself, I am unworthy.
But it's not all bad. Hell has given me an appreciation for the daily commute, friendly gestures, broken promises. I believe I was saved by Jesus Christ, who forgives and protects me from this wretched disease. I figure He knows what's going on best.
I apologize if that was too personal. But don't abstain from letting people know you love them. They want to know. They need to know. It is a constant battle.
To the other survivors, these are beautiful lyrics by the band TOOL:
I embrace my desire to
I embrace my desire to
Feel the rhythm, to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow
To feel inspired, to fathom the power, to witness the beauty,
To bathe in the fountain,
To swing on the spiral
To swing on the spiral
To swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.