I'm not writing this as a mood disordered person, but as a family member. It's a rather dark subject, so be forwarned.
Recently a cousin of mine, aged 45, committed suicide by hanging. This has been working on me. It happened two weeks ago. Due to circumstances the funeral is not for another week. This is not helping. Neither is hearing about how it was "stupid", and other insensitive comments. To which I have replied that I think when someone tries to kill themselves, it's not because they want to die, they just want the pain to stop. Which I believe to be true.
This has been a wake-up call in that I am seeing with clarity that there is something hereditary going on with mental illness in my family. I have been pretty much the one who is "out of the closet" about my troubles, and I prefer the honesty of that, but since my cousin's death I realize just how hurtful the stigma and ignorance and judging really is, and if they say it about my cousin they could as easily say it about me. Which p---es me off royally. Phhhhhtt! And makes me want to cry, except I can't seem to, which worries me because usually I am a crier.
He was just a troubled child of God. Why can't people understand that, and show a little respect? I suppose it might as well begin with me...sigh. I get tired of it beginning with me.
Sorry if it seems like I'm just crying in my beer, but I just feel like crap right now. Not with depression, but with sadness and anger and frustration.
Oh yeah. I also just found out that a 20-year-old nephew of mine got jumped and beat up on last weekend because he is gay. That is working on me too. Not that he is gay - I'm fine with that - but that he has to pay such a price for being himself.
Well, I guess I will chat with God (again) about all this, and I thank you for reading/listening. I guess some time just needs to pass...
Recently a cousin of mine, aged 45, committed suicide by hanging. This has been working on me. It happened two weeks ago. Due to circumstances the funeral is not for another week. This is not helping. Neither is hearing about how it was "stupid", and other insensitive comments. To which I have replied that I think when someone tries to kill themselves, it's not because they want to die, they just want the pain to stop. Which I believe to be true.
This has been a wake-up call in that I am seeing with clarity that there is something hereditary going on with mental illness in my family. I have been pretty much the one who is "out of the closet" about my troubles, and I prefer the honesty of that, but since my cousin's death I realize just how hurtful the stigma and ignorance and judging really is, and if they say it about my cousin they could as easily say it about me. Which p---es me off royally. Phhhhhtt! And makes me want to cry, except I can't seem to, which worries me because usually I am a crier.
He was just a troubled child of God. Why can't people understand that, and show a little respect? I suppose it might as well begin with me...sigh. I get tired of it beginning with me.
Sorry if it seems like I'm just crying in my beer, but I just feel like crap right now. Not with depression, but with sadness and anger and frustration.
Oh yeah. I also just found out that a 20-year-old nephew of mine got jumped and beat up on last weekend because he is gay. That is working on me too. Not that he is gay - I'm fine with that - but that he has to pay such a price for being himself.
Well, I guess I will chat with God (again) about all this, and I thank you for reading/listening. I guess some time just needs to pass...
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