Ketamine and Everything but the Kitchen Sink
I was desperate, rightfully so, to save my own life.
Topic: suicidal ideation
I was desperate, rightfully so, to save my own life.
Depression whispers like the all-knowing authority, especially when I'm tired, when I feel like giving up, or when I've made a mistake.
Along with the highs, I also let others see a glimpse of my lows.
It took a suicide attempt for me to realize my life was worth living.
Sometimes, to keep yourself here, you need to figure out ways to change the immediate narrative being voiced in your head.
When someone says, “I’m holding hope for you,” they’re saying a lot more than just those five words.
Imagine my surprise when he looked at me and said, “Well, if you were actually suicidal, you would have just done it.”
Stigma stated, “If you admit to having these thoughts, people will see you differently.”
The moment of intervention should not be a moment at all, but a collection of moments.
I’m here to remind you of what resilience is, on the off-chance someone you know—a friend, a family member, a therapist, a doctor—is incorrectly setting the bar too high.
When I wake up each morning, I am reminded of the chronic illness I face.
If I don’t present this way then I’m not depressed. If I don’t do this thing then I’m not anxious. If I don’t try to kill myself then am I really even sick at all?
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