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Dealin' W/ Demons
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Let me start this with a story.
From kindergarten through my senior year, I was bullied. I was picked on for all sorts of things. May odd last name, my mistake of picking my nose, whatever they could think of. The bullies were never physical. Their abuse was all verbal. While that may not sound really all that bad to many, over the years, it really got to me. It got to where I hated school, hated the other students, hated myself, hated life. When I was about 15, I felt like I just couldn't take any more. I went to my room and sat on the floor. I took out some paper and a pen and began to write. I wrote about how I was just so tired of everything, how I wasn't worth keeping around. I wrote about how much better the world would be without me. I set it aside and took out a pocket knife. I held the blade to my wrist and just sat there. I kept telling myself to do it. "Just pull. It will all be over in a minute or two. Then no one will ever be able to hurt me again." Then my thoughts drifted slightly to my little brother. He was 5 at the time and I thought about what it would do to him if he was the one who found me. Those thoughts were what stayed my hand and made me put the knife away. Suicide has never crossed my mind since.
Having gone through that, I can identify with those who reach a point where they just can't see any hope. People have said here that depression is a disease and that's very true. It can be beaten, just like any other illness but, it also claims victims as well.
I've also had to deal with my wife going through depression and other issues that have drug her so low, she's told me she's thought about suicide. I told her that if she really wanted to do it, she first had to ask permission from our daughters, 6 and 16. I told her to explain to them how and why they would be better off without her. I did it not to make her feel worse, but rather, to make her realize just how hard her death would be on us. To get her to understand that we love her, we need her, and that she is so important to us.
With Robin Williams, I really wish that he could have seen just how his death would affect the world before he made the decision to end his own life.
From kindergarten through my senior year, I was bullied. I was picked on for all sorts of things. May odd last name, my mistake of picking my nose, whatever they could think of. The bullies were never physical. Their abuse was all verbal. While that may not sound really all that bad to many, over the years, it really got to me. It got to where I hated school, hated the other students, hated myself, hated life. When I was about 15, I felt like I just couldn't take any more. I went to my room and sat on the floor. I took out some paper and a pen and began to write. I wrote about how I was just so tired of everything, how I wasn't worth keeping around. I wrote about how much better the world would be without me. I set it aside and took out a pocket knife. I held the blade to my wrist and just sat there. I kept telling myself to do it. "Just pull. It will all be over in a minute or two. Then no one will ever be able to hurt me again." Then my thoughts drifted slightly to my little brother. He was 5 at the time and I thought about what it would do to him if he was the one who found me. Those thoughts were what stayed my hand and made me put the knife away. Suicide has never crossed my mind since.
Having gone through that, I can identify with those who reach a point where they just can't see any hope. People have said here that depression is a disease and that's very true. It can be beaten, just like any other illness but, it also claims victims as well.
I've also had to deal with my wife going through depression and other issues that have drug her so low, she's told me she's thought about suicide. I told her that if she really wanted to do it, she first had to ask permission from our daughters, 6 and 16. I told her to explain to them how and why they would be better off without her. I did it not to make her feel worse, but rather, to make her realize just how hard her death would be on us. To get her to understand that we love her, we need her, and that she is so important to us.
With Robin Williams, I really wish that he could have seen just how his death would affect the world before he made the decision to end his own life.