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TRIGGER WARNING: I’m going to talk very candidly about suicide in this post.
I think pretty much everyone who visits regularly knows that I have a Dx of Bipolar Disorder, type II. I talk about that a fair bit because it still plays a huge role in my daily life. But right now my meds are good and my moods are usually pretty stable. People who only know me professionally generally don’t know or suspect that there’s anything out of the ordinary about me. Life is pretty fucking good these days, but it wasn’t always.
I also have a Dx of Borderline Personality Disorder. If you’re not familiar with it, this article is pretty decent. I’ve been told that in order to get a Dx you have to satisfy at least 5 of the 9 criteria. I was satisfying 8 when I was diagnosed in 2008. Generally speaking there are no meds to treat Borderline, just a special kind of therapy – DBT. I’ve been through it twice now, 12 months total, and it really does help. But still, I struggled.
I attempted suicide 4 times between December 2008 and February 2010. All were overdoses. Anything I could find in the medicine cabinet went into my stomach, once along with an entire fifth of whiskey. Twice I was taken to the hospital in the back of an ambulance. Once I attempted at my grandmother’s grave and when my dad and sister came to get me I was so far gone I didn’t recognize either of them. Twice I woke up in the ICU. Once I had to drink activated charcoal. Once I had my stomach pumped.
The last time I was so combative, because of a nasty reaction to Ativan, that I was nearly arrested while still in the ICU. When I regained full consciousness I was handcuffed to the bed because I tried to punch a nurse. My psychiatrist was seriously concerned that I’d done permanent brain damage and that I’d never be whole again.
All of this heartache and bullshit because of boys.
I didn’t realize that not one of those lousy fuckers were really worth the oxygen they were sucking, let alone me giving up my life. But I couldn’t see that at the time. All I saw was that these boys who allegedly cared for me didn’t anymore and that meant that I must not be worth anything to anyone.
I. Was. Wrong.
Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. There are ways to handle anything, ANYTHING, that life throws at you. We have to remember that we are special, and valuable, and we mean the world to at least one person.
Fight. Fight with everything you’ve got and then fight some more. You’re not alone. We’ve been there, and we’ve felt the terrible nothing that seems so all consuming. But it’s not. There’s hope and there’s light and there’s tomorrow.
Let yourself have tomorrow.
If you’re at that place where you don’t see a way out, reach out. These wonderful people will help you. Visit the website or call them at 1-800-273-8255. Just don’t give up, don’t ever give up. You have so much left to offer, it would be a shame to deprive the world of your beauty so soon.
Mama loves you, stay safe.
NotAPunkRocker said:
I knew you had struggled with this in the past but I didn’t realize the degree of it all. ((hugs)) and thank you for sharing this.
I am not going to lie…I feel worthless more days than not, which is what I am working through now. Passively suicidal is not a good place to be either.
More ((hugs)) to you, MM.
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Mental Mama said:
It’s a journey. I feel good that it’s been more than 4 years now since I’ve been in a mental hospital, but I know that this is a direct result of a lot of love, support, and really hard work. Keep on keeping on, that’s all we can do. *hugs*
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behindthemask said:
You’re my friend you’re not worthless. xo
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behindthemask said:
Wow you’ve been through a lot. Glad you’re survived or I wouldn’t have met you! What a great message to others struggling! xo
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Mental Mama said:
I just have to believe that good things can come out of bad times, that’s a big part of what keeps me going. If hearing my story helps someone else who is struggling, then my pain was worth it.
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behindthemask said:
I agree that good can come out of bad. I’m glad it keeps you going xo
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AZ Gringa said:
I’m so glad you’re here. ❤
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Mental Mama said:
Thanks sweetie, I’m glad you’re back.
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AZ Gringa said:
It’s been a fun week. /s
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Steph said:
Great post. I’m so glad you are in a better place than you were.
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Mental Mama said:
Thanks sweetie. 🙂
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Twindaddy said:
Suicide prevention is something I advocate regularly in my blog. In fact, I’ll be doing a post on it soon, as the details for the AFSP walk in Cincinnati were released recently.
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Mental Mama said:
Excellent. I feel that the more we talk about it, the less stigma it has, and the more people feel safe asking for help.
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Twindaddy said:
Precisely.
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Grainne said:
Lovely, inspiring post Mama. Loved it. 🙂 xo
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Mental Mama said:
Thanks. 🙂
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goldfish said:
Thanks for talking about this, MM.
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Rose said:
Great post, Mama. Such an important issue — more people need to talk about it and hear about it, eradicate the stigma. ((hugs!))
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Mental Mama said:
Thanks sweetie!
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1jaded1 said:
Thank you for this. When the mind descends to that dark place, those words are lies. When healthy, nothing is closer to the truth. Thank you again.
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Mental Mama said:
You’re welcome. We can get through the dark times with help, we just have to be willing to ask for it.
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merbear74 said:
❤
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Mental Mama said:
Love you too, sweetie.
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praw27 said:
Thank you for sharing your deepest self with us. Having been on both sides of the “couch,” (which I think is invaluable by the way), I know that ALL of us are capable of making tragic and unchangeable choices for ourselves. Keep up the GOOD FIGHT! HUGS!!!
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