In one of my courses, our topic of the week seems to be about suicide and depression. If you know me or have been reading any of my blogs since I started it in December '13, then you know that this is definitely my forte. I'm so into this topic and I'm excited to actually dive into it for my class. I think a topic takes on more meaning when it is something close and personal to yourself. This is how I feel about suicide and depression as something that I had experienced for myself in my life and is something I can offer up my personal thoughts on. Well, now that I think of it, I don't think I have actually lost anyone in my family due to suicide... but then there was me. I tried to commit suicide a few times. Each time was by taking pills, which seems to be the most chosen method for females. I obviously failed at it because here I am today, writing on my blog site. Anyways, suicide is such an interesting thing to get off into because there is so much that goes on with it that I don't some people realize. In my class, we talked about how as a human service professional, we have to be willing to ask questions and talk through these feelings with the individual. All I could think about was when my sergeant did my Risk Assessment and I ended up going to therapy where they whisked me away to the Psych Ward. I am not ashamed or embarrassed of what I have gone through with those situations. That's why so many people are afraid to ask for help because maybe they are ashamed or feel they are alone. I admit that since I have gotten out of the Ward and the military in general, that I have not continued going to get the help I need and I know I need to but I have not gone because of fear of stigma or a label attached. I simply haven't gone. I am thinking about calling my doctor to see if I can get back on the medication that I was once on, though, because wow. Life was so great.
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About the AuthorI got the idea to create a blog in December 2014 on a random type of day.Writing has always been therapeutic; the only way I could communicate clearly, in actual words instead of struggling to unscramble the swirl of images, metaphors & analogies that is my thought process. In short, Archives
February 2020
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