desiderata310
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This is going to sound very selfish and I can't help it.
I've been very suicidal since Monday. I'm trying but I really am just hanging on by toenails.
Last night my oldest son (who attempted three months ago) broke down crying that he feels like killing himself everyday. It resulted in a very honest talk .. monologue... about me telling him that it gets better and that I wasn't going to give up on him and telling him where I am with my SI.
It's a lie. But it's a lie I want him to believe. I don't think things DO ever get better. You just keep soldiering on and hoping for a little relief and some days are easier to deal with than others.
I don't feel capable of supporting him right now. I'm having trouble treading water myself. I sat and cried with him for a long time and told him all the things that I wished I could hear from someone else: that he's worth fighting for; that I am going to fight for him; that it gets better and he can be healthy; that this is temporary and transient; don't give up.
I can't turn him out. He's 21 and needs a place to stay for now but it's causing problems with the kids and the landlord. Finding housing around here is next to impossible. He's angry and fears that he made a huge mistake in coming out here with me. I'm afraid he is correct. But I lied again and said that I didn't think it was a mistake and that he had come out here to get better.
I think he might have been better on his own back in our old town.
I am a real failure as a mother.
I can't do this for him.
I've been very suicidal since Monday. I'm trying but I really am just hanging on by toenails.
Last night my oldest son (who attempted three months ago) broke down crying that he feels like killing himself everyday. It resulted in a very honest talk .. monologue... about me telling him that it gets better and that I wasn't going to give up on him and telling him where I am with my SI.
It's a lie. But it's a lie I want him to believe. I don't think things DO ever get better. You just keep soldiering on and hoping for a little relief and some days are easier to deal with than others.
I don't feel capable of supporting him right now. I'm having trouble treading water myself. I sat and cried with him for a long time and told him all the things that I wished I could hear from someone else: that he's worth fighting for; that I am going to fight for him; that it gets better and he can be healthy; that this is temporary and transient; don't give up.
I can't turn him out. He's 21 and needs a place to stay for now but it's causing problems with the kids and the landlord. Finding housing around here is next to impossible. He's angry and fears that he made a huge mistake in coming out here with me. I'm afraid he is correct. But I lied again and said that I didn't think it was a mistake and that he had come out here to get better.
I think he might have been better on his own back in our old town.
I am a real failure as a mother.
I can't do this for him.