freakofnurture
Platinum Member
It's telling how a thread about coping with suicidal thoughts begins with people expressing their despair at suicide being looked down on. I think it shows just how hard it is to see anything else when you are suffering. It reduces your perspective until only pain is left, together with the wish to end the pain. It's tragic but you really can't blame a person for not wanting to suffer anymore.
Luckily it's been a while since I've been 'seriously' suicidal, but I have been severely so for prolonged periods of time. I have found a number of different tactics to fend off those thoughts and feelings, depending on what circumstance they arise from and how bad they are.
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*'The Black Parade' by My Chemical Romance - no it's not; f*ck you.
Luckily it's been a while since I've been 'seriously' suicidal, but I have been severely so for prolonged periods of time. I have found a number of different tactics to fend off those thoughts and feelings, depending on what circumstance they arise from and how bad they are.
- The lowest level of suicidal ideation I can address by just thinking about the things I want to do, too, like finishing all my stories, getting some muscles on my bones, growing old with my husband etc. Since this technique depends on me being able to see something positive in my life it's really not a strong one and I have to catch myself quite early to employ it effectively.
- On the second level I tell myself that I'm a stupid little emo child. I ridicule my internal drama and shame myself into pushing the thoughts aside until I manage to get out of the hole. This demands that I'm still able to step out of my own perspective and therefore out of the pain.
- The third level is my fight song*. It helps me to say 'f*ck you!' to everything that is getting me down. It helps me to feel pride about having survived and about struggling on, no matter how bloody and scarred I am. I'm the monster you made, you bastards, and I am not ashamed to show everyone what you did to me. f*ck you, you can't destroy me! I'll puke my blood onto your shirt and laugh; why? because I f*cking can, that's why!
- My last line of defense is inaction. It's how I saved my life when I was feeling severely suicidal every day for nearly a year. I just lay there, clinging to the mattress and didn't move until it was safe to get up again.
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*'The Black Parade' by My Chemical Romance - no it's not; f*ck you.