When I was repressing my gender problems I was terribly depressed. Everyone tells me I'm Bipolar. I don't think I'm that bad, but maybe. I used to come up with the strangest reasons why I needed to end my life. Now that I'm not repressing much; I'm still moody, often still depressed, and sometimes pretty nilist. My point is it’s pretty hard to help us. My wife was going nuts when I was suicidal and she wanted to know what she could do to help. I’ve thought about it for years and I’m very bright. To this day I can’t tell you what would help. Listening maybe, but it almost has to be someone who is going through exactly what you are suffering before you can want to listen.
I was dealing with an issue this week and these guys were giving me all these platitudes and telling me everything was fine It did nothing for me. First of all I didn’t think they were really listening to me. The kind of listening that is not waiting to respond, but the one that wants to understand how I feel before they say anything. And then say what they think very slowly. Until I think you can see through my eyes I don’t trust your words. This is very hard to do.
I hope you know mortality is not the end. He has a very caring Father in Heaven and things will work out fine. This is just a stop over, and your paths are linked eternally. You’re his Mom always will be.
Randi
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Topic: 18 year old son/daughter just committed suicide :( (Read 740 times)
