I must admit I have tried to commit suicide on several occasions, I am not going to go into all of the reasons why but in short I suffered from depression and have a form of mania (I see and hear things) my latter condition has not yet been diagnosed but the treatment is ongoing.
The first time I attempted suicide I was 14 years old and took an overdose luckily I was found by a family member and got taken to hospital and had my stomache pumped. After this I was referred to a childrens psychologist who was no good at her job and it didnt help me in the slightest I just got more and more down. I left school to have home tuition and stopped seeing my friends I would just lock myself in my room all day sleeping because when I woke I was just overwhelmed with negative thoughts and self hatred. I started cutting myself with razor blades.
At the time I had never heard of anyone doing this before (I know now it is all over the media now and very much hyped up. I have seen teenagers in the parks scratching themselves with compass' saying how depressed they are because they have seen it on television) and from what my psychologist said she had never known anyone else who did this either. Now I beleive it has become somewhat trendy to do it.
I became distant to my family wouldnt talk to anyone much my eating became erratic sometimes I would not eat at all for days then suddenly I would be cramming anything edible into my mouth not even tasting the food.
Eventually my mother found out that I was self harming, she walked into the bathroom when I was in the bath and she just burst into floods of tears. This made me so much more guilty so I self harmed more... a bad cycle I couldnt seem to drag myself out of.
The psychologist found out off my mother and then there was endless specilists seeing me and examinations of her collegues refferals to other branches of counselling...
The ultimate insult came when I saw a different counsellor and he said to my mother infront of me I was doing it for attention! This I can see now was inane since I did not go out and see anybody or even when I was in the psychology sessions, say anything! That drove me to try and commit suicide for the second time I slit my wrists, after another hospital trip I was ok. The downside was the hospital trying to put me away in an insane asylum.
After many years of therapy I gradually got better, so much that I started college and went out to the pubs with friends and even got a boyfriend.
To make this story shorter we saw each other for six months before we moved in together, I always heard rumours of his infidelity but dissmissed them as jealous lies.
When we lived together he would often dissapear for days on end and come home with stupid excuses I even found girls phone numbers in his pockets when I was doing the laundry but he talked me round...
This started my depression again and once more I began self harming. One day he had gone to the pub with a friend and I was at home he sent me an explicit text meant for another girl. We had a huge arguement and he dissapeared once more. I tried to end my own life and got much closer than ever I slit my wrists and lost a pint and a half of blood, after which he shouted at me for trying to commit suicide the day before his dental appointment for his sore tooth!
That was the last time I tried to end my life. I am happy to say I havnt done any such thing for a very long time, I have got rid of him and I am happy in my life.
I view suicide as a desperate persons only means of escape, it is a selfish thing to do I admit, when I tried to do it I was only thinking of myself and my unhappiness, I thought about the ones I would leave behind but didnt much care I was so self engrossed. I didnt much believe in heaven or hell, didnt bother about what would happen to me on the other side.
Now I know that life is precious and should never be taken lightly. It is a gift we have been given and if one is unhappy with it the only way out of depression is to help yourself others cannot do it for you.