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Depression
is Depression
is when you can't sleep and you get so bored
looking at your roof, that you spend weeks
nights contemplating what to do with it only to
find that you wouldn't have enough determination
to do it.
depression isn't always suicide.
depression is ovbious to only yourself. suicide
is ovbious to everyone.
depression is, and always will be, my, and many
others, mays of life.
depression runs my life. makes me do things i
shouldn't do.
depression is that voice in the back of your
head telling you, that you need help.
depression makes you gain weight, loose weight,
not eat, eat too much.. do drugs. give or take a
few.
depression has the feeling of death, without the
dying part.
depression is still killing you even if you have
the best things in the world.
depression isn't just having too little, it's
having too much as well.
depression is never seeing your father happy.
depression is loosing your brother too his
girlfriend.
depression is the killing of the broken pieces
of your heart.
depression is slow motion and fast motion at the
same time.
depression is the illusion that the world has
turned it's back on you and everyone in it.
depression is seeing happiness everywhere you
go.
depression is hoping to survive and hoping not
to at the same time.
depression isn't contemplating suicide, but
wishing you were already there.
depression is when the only thing that cares is
the depression itself.
depression is when you are at school and you
can't remember things you learnt in grade 5.
depression is falling alseep in your favourite
subject.
depression is hating yourself because your
parents hate you.
depression is the hatred of your family.
depression eats your insides witha smile on it's
face.
depression is the look in your eyes when you
wake up in the morning, knowing you have to live
another day.
depression is yourself. you are depression.
depression makes you who you are and who you'll
always never want to be.
depression makes you miss your old self, but
once your better, you miss depression.
but for me, mostly, depression is all of these,
plus, depression is when you have had it so long
that you are scared of who you will be when and
if you get better. you wonder if you could
survive happy and if the happiness would eat
you.
now ask yourself.. do you have depression?
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WONT LOVE IF YOURE GONE EITHER CHAPTER 13 |
If you are not living with your parents now, maybe you don't
need to read this chapter. Those I
want to talk to mostly are young people still living at home.
The reason I want to talk to them is
that, in many ways, they are more trapped, more locked in, and
maybe feeling more hopeless
than those of us who are out in the world on our own.
At the risk of having parents who might read this chapter get
angry with me, I'm going to say
what I have to say and let the consequences be damned. My first
obligation in writing this book
is to the person who is thinking about taking his or her own
life not to anyone else. So here goes.
As I have said before, I can't know what you're up against. I
don't know what kind of parents you
have. But I do know a few things about families. And I know a
few things about the kind of
families in which people begin to think about suicide.
To begin with our families are supposed to be the place where we
can go to feel secure and loved
and respected. When the world is against us, or we are failing
or feeling pushed or threatened, it
is to our families we are supposed to turn for support and
understanding. Families are supposed
to be our port in a storm, our place to go when we have nowhere
else to turn. But some of us
know this ain't necessarily so!
A boy I knew attempted to hang himself. The rope he tried to use
broke and he was did not die.
On hearing of this, his father said, "Hell, he can't even do
that right!" less and less. As we grow up, we find our friends
more and more important until, one day, we
fall in love with someone and go off and start families of our
own. Our families are the starting
line in life, not the finish line. Sometimes it helps to
remember that while they are our parents, it
isn't like we got to pick them.
Immature Parents
I have met lots of moms and dads who were, except for their age,
not much older than their
children. Emotionally they were still teenagers. They acted
immature and self-centered and
generally put their own needs before those of their children.
When their children needed love and
understanding, they just couldn't give it, or didn't know how.
So at least one thing you might think about is whether or not
your parents even know how to
give you what you need. Just because you need them to love and
understand you doesn't mean
they can or even know how to.
Sometimes our parents were no more than children when they had
us. They had dreams and
plans and hopes to do something with their lives and, for lots
of reasons, maybe they never got to
do these things. So they are frustrated. You and your brothers
and sisters started coming along
and, before they knew it, they had a family and bills and
obligations, and their dreams, however
badly they wanted to see them come true, began to disappear.
As sad as it is, some parents blame their children for their own
unhappiness. They say, "If I
hadn't had you, I could have been. .." and you can fill in the
blanks. Just between me and you,
this is a heavy load. And an unfair one. To my way of thinking
each of us is responsible, in large
part, for our own happiness. If we don't live our dreams and
push for the things we want and take
control of our own futures, then we don't have anyone to blame
but ourselves. It is just not right
or fair to blame our children for our own shortcomings. But that
doesn't mean parents don't do it.
What I want you to understand is that while your parents may
blame you for their unhappiness,
you don't have to buy it. You don't, as I've seen many kids do,
have to accept their blaming you
for making their lives miserable.
Because if you do accept this blame, what can you do? Run away?
Stop eating food and wearing
clothes? Get out of the picture? If you are the one who is
holding them back from their dreams
and making them unhappy, then maybe the thing to do is to
relieve them of this burden (you) and
kill yourself.
Maybe you have thought, "If I just killed myself, my mother
could be happy. She could go back
to school and do all the things she says she wants to do. I'm
just in the way."
Let me suggest something to you. What if I told you that your
mother's happiness is her job, not
yours? What if I told you that even if you killed yourself, she
would probably not be happy and,
in fact, she would be more unhappy. Because now, in addition to
whatever other failures she has
had, your killing yourself makes her a complete failure as a
mother.
Even though parents may say things that make you feel like you
are a burden to them, it doesn't
necessarily follow that if you exit the scene, they are suddenly
going to grow up and take
responsibility for their own happiness. If I had to bet on what
they would do after your suicide, it
would be that they would simply find someone else to blame for
why they don't live up to their
dreams. Killing yourself to get out of the way is no solution to
your parents' unhappiness. Their
unhappiness is their problem, not yours.
Angry Parents
The lack of love and understanding from immature parents is one
kind of pain a child sometimes
has to live with, but there is something worse. Sometimes your
parents are angry and hostile and
openly fight with each other. Sometimes they seem to be at war
with one another and they may
even hit each other. There is name-calling and swearing. There
may even be threats to kill each
other. Or one parent may threaten suicide to get back at the
other. A kid caught in a family where
violence is present or violence is threatened is in a very tough
spot and it isn't hard to understand
how such a child may begin to think about getting out of the war
zone by the suicide escape
route.
In families like this it is very difficult to grow up. Sometimes
these kinds of parents don't want
you to grow up. Sometimes they need you there, right in the
middle, to help them buffer the
fights.
Sometimes your father may come to you and ask that you side with
him against your mother. Or
the other way around. These are terrible choices and no one
should be forced to make them, but
that doesn't change things. If you are caught in a family like
this and thinking about suicide, you
need to know that you are not alone. All kinds of kids caught in
families like this think about
suicide as a way out.
One of the things that happens to kids caught in angry families
like this is that the parents may
say, "If it wasn't for the kids, I'd leave!" Or, "If it wasn't
for these damned kids, I would have left
you years ago!"
When you hear this what do you think?
What you think is that you're standing in the way of what they
say they want. They say they want
their freedom and you are their ball and chain. You start
feeling like a fifth wheel or a third
thumb. You start wondering what you can do to solve their
problems.
For good reason, lots of kids begin to assume that they are the
source of their parents' problems
with each other and that, if they simply got out of the picture,
their parents would be able to be
happy and be back in love with each other. What's worse, the
parents let them think this way.
Sharon was a seventeen-year-old girl whose parents sent her to
see me because she was having
trouble at school. She was feeling panicky and couldn't
concentrate. Always a good student, she
was failing three classes. She was having trouble getting to
sleep. The last child of three, she was
the only one still at home.
Because her problems seemed to be getting worse and worse, she
had begun to think that maybe
she should kill herself.
"Why do you think you should kill yourself?" I asked her.
"Because it would solve everything."
"What things?"
"Everything.
A mother brought her daughter to the emergency room after the
girl had taken several dozen
aspirin tablets in an effort to die. "She didn't mean it, the
mother told the doctor. "It was an
accident. She just didn't know what she was doing. She certainly
didn't mean to harm herself.
Don't worry, after I take her home I'll see to it she doesn't
try something like that again. Lord
knows we didn't teach her to act like that! I'll ground her for
a month!"
Are these loving parents? Probably. Do they know what to do with
their suicidal child? Probably
not.
As upset as these parents were, each of them did something
parents often do when they've had
the wits scared out of them - they blamed the victim. It happens
all the time. If you think that by
trying suicide you are suddenly going to have loving parents,
you might be wrong. You might
get their attention and your parents may decide that something
is wrong, but there is a good
chance that what they will do is decide that something is wrong
with you - not them.
Parents Are Not Perfect
For what it's worth, I believe that some adults simply do not
know how to be good and loving
parents. Maybe their own parents were not good and loving people
and they never had a chance
to learn how to be decent parents themselves. They certainly
don't have colleges where people
who want to be parents can go and get training in how to be good
parents. Most parents try to be
good at their jobs but, let's face it, they don't all get As in
how they raise their children.
So let's talk a little about parents. First, even though our
parents start out to be the most
important people in our lives, they don't stay that way. Sooner
or later, we come to need them
"Like what?"
"I could get out, said Sharon. "I could get out for good."
"Get out of what?"
"School. Home."
I knew that Sharon had been a good student. She had been active
in sports and was on the
debating team. She had always liked school. "Tell me about
what's happening at home, I
suggested.
Sharon started to cry.
Then she told me the story. Her father had been having an affair
with another woman and, about
three months earlier, her mother had found out about it. There
had been a terrible fight. There
was no hitting, but her mother had threatened to kill herself if
her father didn't stop seeing the
other woman. Sharon had overheard them quarreling one night. She
had heard her mother say,
"If it wasn't for Sharon, I'd kill myself." And her father had
said, "Don't let that stop you!" And
her mother said, "Oh, I wouldn't do it right now. I'll wait
until she goes away to college."
In front of Sharon her parents acted as if nothing was wrong.
They went on with their family life
and pretended that everything was fine. But of course everything
was not fine. Sharon, being a
good kid and wanting nothing more than her parent's happiness,
did what any kid would do: she
began to think about what she could do to keep her mother alive.
One of the things she decided to do was not go away to college.
She reasoned that as long as she
stayed home her mother would not kill herself. In doing this,
she was making herself a prisoner.
All she had to do was sacrifice her happiness, her future, and
her life. But the plan was not
working. And because it was not working, she had begun to think
of suicide.
I asked Sharon what she had hoped to major in at college.
"Psychology, she said. Then she
smiled. "I guess I want to be able to help them."
You're already helping them, I said, "you're just not getting
paid."
I knew I had the wrong patient in my office and told Sharon so.
Then I called her parents and
asked them to come in. In time we were able to work everything
out and the family stayed
together. Sharon went away to college the next year and no one
had to die by suicide.
The point of Sharon's story is that, like a lot of other kids
caught between their parents, she had
come to believe that she alone was responsible for keeping them
together and, in Sharon's case,
for keeping her mother alive.
Dying for Attention
Margie was eighteen when I first met her. She was pretty and
small and had long blonde hair.
Even though it was summertime she wore a long-sleeved blouse.
She wore long sleeves year round.
Long sleeves helped cover the scars on her wrists, of which she
had several. For most of her young life, Margie had been
unhappy. Her mother had divorced her father when
she was ten and, as many single parents do, her mother had begun
dating other men in hopes of
finding someone with whom to share her life. But her mother's
search had been unsuccessful
and, she too, was unhappy. Margie's mother began to drink and
spend weekends away from the
apartment with her dates. Margie was left alone and, neglected
and ignored, she began to wonder
if her mother really loved her. She began to wonder that if she
were not in the picture, would her
mother find another husband.
"The first time I cut myself was on a Sunday morning, she said.
"I must have been about
twelve. Mother had been gone since Friday night and I didn't
know where she was. When she
finally came home, she found me bleeding."
"What happened then?" I asked.
"Oh, she got very upset. She cried and said she loved me and
that she would never leave me
alone again."
"Did she?"
"Yes. It only lasted a couple of weeks. She bought me some new
clothes and took me out for
pizza. But then she started going out again and staying away for
the weekends."
"What did you hope would happen when you cut yourself?"
"I don't know, said Margie, "I guess I hoped she would stay
home and be with me. Or just care
about me. But she's so wrapped up in her own life. It's like I
don't exist."
"Did you want to die?"
Margie thought a moment. "I guess so. At least I didn't want to
live anymore."
Margie had cut her wrists several times, each time a little
deeper and a little more seriously. And
each time her mother came home to find her bleeding, there were
hugs and kisses and promises
that things would be better. But these promises didn't last.
Margie and her mother were caught in a suicide game, a game in
which one person has to
threaten to kill herself in order to get the other person to pay
some attention and prove that,
indeed, she loves her.
This is a dangerous game in which there are never any winners.
Eventually, everyone loses. I
don't know why or how a parent could be so wrapped up in her own
life as to ignore a child who
needs attention and love and time and understanding, but such
parents are a fact of life and, if
you happen to have one, then you need to know that you are not
alone. Since your parent may
not be able to give you the love and time you need, you may have
to be the one who has to be
tolerant and under- standing and, in a way, more mature.
If You Think They Don't Love You
I can't know if your parent or parents, down deep, really love
you. Maybe you can't tell either.
Chances are they do. But I do know this: threatening to take
your life or making an attempt to
kill yourself will not bring you any proof of their love. Yes,
attempting to kill yourself will get
their attention. Yes, attempting suicide will wake them up to
the fact that something is wrong.
But attempting to kill yourself will not necessarily lead to any
permanent changes. And there is a
big risk here.
It is quite possible that if you attempt to kill yourself your
parents will love you less, not more. If
you try to kill yourself and fail, they may be angry with you.
They may be frightened of you.
They may not want to leave you alone for fear you will try
again. And, of this I am sure, they
will resent the way you have tried to make them prisoners.
Prisoners?
Yes. When you attempt to kill yourself to get someone's
attention or to get someone to say she
loves and cares for you, you have used the most powerful weapon
any of us can ever use - and
that weapon is your life. If you are willing to die to get what
you want, then you stand a very
good chance of getting some of what you want. You will get
attention. You will get people to
listen. But they will do so not because they suddenly discovered
they love you, but because they
are afraid of losing you or of being disgraced if you kill
yourself.
So what, really, have you done? Have you not said, "If you won't
love me, I will kill myself!"
If you do this, the people you do it to will feel threatened and
trapped. They will feel that you
have taken them prisoner. They will feel that if they do not do
exactly what you want them to do,
then you will kill yourself and they will be to blame. It is an
emotional prison without bars you
have put them in, but a prison all the same.
Once you have put your parents (or anyone else) in such a prison
one thing is sure to happen.
Even though they may not be able to admit it, they are going to
start to dislike you. They may
even come to hate you for the way you are controlling them by
your threats to kill yourself. And
no one likes to be controlled.
Not long ago I heard of a boy whose mother was threatening to
leave home and divorce his
father. The boy told his mother that if she did that he would
kill himself. He said this many
times. And, each time he said it, his mother would waver in her
decision to leave. Then, after
threatening to kill himself one more time if his mother moved
out, she became angry and said,
"Why don't you stop talking about it and go ahead and do it! It
won't change my mind."
The boy killed himself that same night.
The end of this story is not happy either. Right after the
funeral, the mother moved out - just as
she had planned.
So what I want you to think about is that no matter how badly
you may need love and
understanding from your parents, threatening to kill yourself
won't get them. If anything, your
threats may only make things worse. Secondly, if you have come
to believe that your parents'
marriage will somehow be saved if you die, you will be making a
big and permanent mistake.
They may need help, but your death is not the help they need.
The last thing I want to tell you about is that, at least in
some families, you may be expected to
kill yourself. Your parents may not say in so many words, "Why
don't you just kill yourself, but
they may, by their actions, suggest that the family would be
just as well off if you weren't there.
I know how unlikely this sounds, but I have seen it more than
once. Tom was eleven years old
when his Uncle John died by suicide. It was a family tragedy and
made a powerful impression on him. Later, when Tom was in high
school his father had become
angry at him for bringing home poor grades. "You're a loser just
like your Uncle John, his father
had said, "and you know what he did!"
Hurt and upset, Tom interpreted this to mean that he, too,
should take his own life rather than fail
in school. And while he hadn't actually tried to kill himself,
not a day had gone by since his
father's statement that he hadn't thought about it.
I don't know whether Tom's father knew what impact his comparing
Tom to an uncle who killed
himself had had on Tom, but the effect on Tom had been
devastating. It was as if he had been
given a death sentence. Each time Tom's father was angry with
him for anything, Tom
immediately thought of killing himself.
I don't know if Tom's father really wanted him dead and out of
the picture. I doubt it. But then
maybe he did. It would not be impossible. Some parents have, in
fact, wished their children dead.
But the thing to remember is that parents can say and do things
that, if they would stop to think
about the impact of their words or actions, they might regret.
Even if they do not regret them and
mean what they say, it is still their problem, not yours!
Finally, I want you to know this: Once you are born you have a
right to life - as much right as
anyone else. The law says so and everyone who upholds the law
will do everything within his or
her power to see to it that you keep your rights to life. No
one, not even your parents, can take
those rights away from you.
So, if by chance you have been born into a family where your
parents really don't want you or
where they don't know how to love you or where you have come to
believe that you have to die
to please someone or to make someone happy, then please remember
these things:
You are the one who counts most. You are not so much the child
of your parents as you are the
product of life itself.
You are the world that is to be. As I said in the beginning,
they won't love you when you're gone,
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