12-20-2013, 06:50 PM
Probably got your attention with the topic heading I'm guessing. It's just one of those words that strikes a cord in nearly everybody. Kind of a heavy topic but one that intrigues a lot of us and one of those topics we can all relate to even if we don't want to admit it. It's a terrible thing and probably a monkey on your back if you suffer from depression. I'm guessing many of you have been affected by it personally.
My best friend from college experienced a mental breakdown and committed suicide shortly after graduating college and less than a year after getting married to a beautiful, wonderful woman. This happened in 1995 and I'm still trying to figure it out or what I could've done differently to prevent it from happening. After experiencing this loss, I realized I could never do such a thing and put everybody around me through such terrible pain.
When I went through my teenage years, I thought about it a lot. I'm 43 now so it's hard to remember what was so awful in my life that would make me contemplate such a thing but it was bad enough to make me think of it. I've been though some bad stuff. As mentioned before, the loss of my best friend to this very subject, divorce, loneliness, depression, emptiness. However, I've never gotten to the point where I thought, "Yeah, I need to do this. Time to check out." I just can't get to that point and hopefully I never will. The low point was probably Christmas Day in 2004. I was recently divorced but had been dating a woman I was crazy in love with. We were only together a few months but I was convinced she was the love of my life. Well, a couple months later (right around the holidays) we're going through the inevitable breakup. I had a job I hated. I was renting a room from a friend waiting for the closing of my new home. He was a firefighter and happened to be working on Christmas Day. My son was with my ex. My GF was out of town visiting her dad but like I said, the writing was on the wall and we were through. The Jags played the Texans at home to clinch a playoff spot and lost. You name it. It was the lowest of the low. Christmas Day 2004 was by far the low point of my life but even then, I couldn't have killed myself.
Maybe it's having kids. Maybe it's aging and growing more mature. I'm not sure what it is but aging has a way of making those thoughts more distant. Life has a lot of ups and downs but if you hang in there long enough and do the right thing a helluva lot more than you do the wrong thing, things will have a way of working out for you. They definitely did for me. After the worst day of my life, I picked myself up and made something happen. Three years later, I married a wonderful woman and we just celebrated our 6 year anniversary in November. I have a great job now and make more money than I would've ever dreamed. I have a beatiful home and my son's growing up and in middle school now.
I don't say these things to brag about my life because that's not my intent. I say them because any of you that read that title and thought about that dark secret you keep need to know that it will get better and that thought you have is a bad one because all it does if carried out is cause pain to those around you for the rest of their lives. If you've experienced loss because of this tragic act, I feel your pain. I miss my buddy and always will. Jim Giacobbe was a wonderful, smart, hilarious, kind man. My life will always feel incomplete because of his passing but it's strengthened my other friendships. Prior to his loss, I took my friendships for granted. Not so now. I tell all my friends and family how much they mean to me and that I love them. It's OK to say it. They need to know.
The holidays have a tendency to make some very happy while it makes others the complete opposite. If you're the latter, please hang in there. I hope everybody has a wonderful holiday season and I hope this thread can create some perspective and solace for some of you.
My best friend from college experienced a mental breakdown and committed suicide shortly after graduating college and less than a year after getting married to a beautiful, wonderful woman. This happened in 1995 and I'm still trying to figure it out or what I could've done differently to prevent it from happening. After experiencing this loss, I realized I could never do such a thing and put everybody around me through such terrible pain.
When I went through my teenage years, I thought about it a lot. I'm 43 now so it's hard to remember what was so awful in my life that would make me contemplate such a thing but it was bad enough to make me think of it. I've been though some bad stuff. As mentioned before, the loss of my best friend to this very subject, divorce, loneliness, depression, emptiness. However, I've never gotten to the point where I thought, "Yeah, I need to do this. Time to check out." I just can't get to that point and hopefully I never will. The low point was probably Christmas Day in 2004. I was recently divorced but had been dating a woman I was crazy in love with. We were only together a few months but I was convinced she was the love of my life. Well, a couple months later (right around the holidays) we're going through the inevitable breakup. I had a job I hated. I was renting a room from a friend waiting for the closing of my new home. He was a firefighter and happened to be working on Christmas Day. My son was with my ex. My GF was out of town visiting her dad but like I said, the writing was on the wall and we were through. The Jags played the Texans at home to clinch a playoff spot and lost. You name it. It was the lowest of the low. Christmas Day 2004 was by far the low point of my life but even then, I couldn't have killed myself.
Maybe it's having kids. Maybe it's aging and growing more mature. I'm not sure what it is but aging has a way of making those thoughts more distant. Life has a lot of ups and downs but if you hang in there long enough and do the right thing a helluva lot more than you do the wrong thing, things will have a way of working out for you. They definitely did for me. After the worst day of my life, I picked myself up and made something happen. Three years later, I married a wonderful woman and we just celebrated our 6 year anniversary in November. I have a great job now and make more money than I would've ever dreamed. I have a beatiful home and my son's growing up and in middle school now.
I don't say these things to brag about my life because that's not my intent. I say them because any of you that read that title and thought about that dark secret you keep need to know that it will get better and that thought you have is a bad one because all it does if carried out is cause pain to those around you for the rest of their lives. If you've experienced loss because of this tragic act, I feel your pain. I miss my buddy and always will. Jim Giacobbe was a wonderful, smart, hilarious, kind man. My life will always feel incomplete because of his passing but it's strengthened my other friendships. Prior to his loss, I took my friendships for granted. Not so now. I tell all my friends and family how much they mean to me and that I love them. It's OK to say it. They need to know.
The holidays have a tendency to make some very happy while it makes others the complete opposite. If you're the latter, please hang in there. I hope everybody has a wonderful holiday season and I hope this thread can create some perspective and solace for some of you.