Suicide isn't just a word you use lightly. It isn't passed around nilly willy either. Having been on the "wanting to end it" side of suicide I know how it is to have such dark thoughts that you want to end it all. It's not an easy place to be. It's not a fun place to be either.
Luckily I have an amazing wife who could see the problems I was facing and she stepped in and got me the help I needed. I stayed in a hospital for a week. After that week, I was released. I was home for a week and things still weren't the best. So I went back for another week. That second week helped me and when I was released a second time, I was able to relax again knowing that I was on medication and had a good support system there able to help me.
It's not an easy thing to talk about. The "S" word as I call it. It's just...difficult. I don't like admitting that I had gotten to such a deep dark place that I was unable to function properly. To recognize that I needed help was the first step. To actually act on that need for help was something entirely different. I don't know if I could have gotten through it without the help of my wife. Someone on the outside seeing in and going "hey, something's not right there." It was an eye opening experience.
They say that Jesus and mental health
Are just for those who can help themselves
But what good is that when you live in hell on earth?
From the very fear that makes you want to die
Is just the same as what keeps you alive
It's way more trouble than some suicide is worth
War On Drugs - Barenaked Ladies
