Does volunteering for military service in the middle of a shooting war count as suicide?

Maybe we could call it oppertunistic suicide. If it happens, it happens. Then I don't have to deal with anything anymore!

Dani

P.S. I survived by the Grace of God!

I've been very fortunate in that I've never had thoughts of suicide, nor have I have ever experienced the loss of a loved one through it.

Suicidal people need help, and I think society should be more aware of what suicidal people are feeling, and how those around them can help.

Quote from: Miniar on October 07, 2009, 04:37:29 AM
But it makes it so much worse, to go it alone, and feel like you can't breathe a word, because it would burden other people.

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Quote from: Dee_pntx on October 23, 2009, 04:26:37 PM
Don't worry, I am NOT a DTSO..

May I ask what DTSO is?

Definitely thought out it, even was probably DTSO as the more I went deeper into depression, the more I had to restrain myself from acting violent toward others.

Thankfully I've got my mind off that track.

Quote from: Dee_pntx on October 23, 2009, 04:26:37 PM
I've tried a few times.

I think about it every day, all day and all night, 365/24/7

It's only a matter of time, one day I will do it.

Don't know when but eventually I will.  Not today, not tomorrow.

Don't worry, I am NOT a DTSO..

I was like this for quite awhile. I was given court ordered therapy.

I decided to continue with the therapy afterwards because it was and is helping allot. Sure, I still have my dark days and nights. But I've learned to deal with stuff in a much more mature and responsible manor.

Plus I still have my odd sense of humor  which also helps allot

Put the gun to my head. Couldn't do it. Fell into a serious funk for a very long time. I at least I have moved from that place. I never want to go there again, I might actualy pull the trigger. I have found that as long as I am actively doing something to transition I do not face that depression. If I backslide or go into denial that suicidal depression comes back. Its rough. I haven't even told my wife this part of my issues. I don't want her going through the house hiding the guns and knives, and having me locked up for observation. No ty.
So I just come to these suport sites and try and be usefull for others and reap some therapy from the experiance for myself.

I've attempted before. I would have been successful if I wasn't revived by modern medicine. I OD'd 8-ish years ago.

Being bipolar, I still sometimes think about and I'm still at risk when I'm extremely depressed. It's just part of my life. I deal with it through years of counseling and medication. I've gone on and off of medication a few times. Medication does help in my case.

Sometimes people are very against medication. I agree in part. Not everyone needs medication and medication isn't a cure -- it's a treatment. Over medication can become a cocktail that spirals out of control. But, for some people medication is needed in conjunction with counseling and life coping skills.

Mental illness is as real as cancer. And, yes, it can kill.

It's been a while since I thought of doing it. As a kid I was always thinking of ways I'd like to die but never took the steps to do it. The last time I seriously tried it was after my mom's murder (1992). I had reached rock bottom with no support, about to lose my job, no hope for student loans since my step father wouldn't sign them and an already dismal look on life. I had been drinking a lot that day and tried to cut my wrists. It was one of my lowest points in my life but the feeling never really went away until I began the path I'm on today.

Today, I know that it's not the best route and no matter how painful, I'll eventually get through whatever I face in life.

I have thoughts about it all the time. I had the same thoughts for most of my life and they are all gender related.

I got to the lowest point I could in 1999 and wanted to drive into a wall. I had to start my transition at that point as I couldn't take it anymore. 10 years down the line I still feel depressed and sometimes suicidal because HRT didn't work for me the way I thought it would and I found so much misleading information over the years regarding what can and can't be achieved. If anything the reality is far more scary than at the beginning when you actually believe it's going to work but the longer I go on the more cynical and disillusioned I have become about this whole transitional process.

But something inside of me keep going and I keep looking for alternatives and new ideas which may or may not work and for some reason I don't give up but I have been very close on occasions to throw in the towl.

I went the easy way out. I had just come from a men's bible study where they sat there and had a condemning match on me as to why I was wrong. I came away from it feeling like God would rather have me dead than be a woman.

I went home, shut the garage and left the engine running.

Thankfully my wife woke up and opened the garage. At the time I was not thankful though....

I think about it alot and have had a couple failed attempts.  My 1st attempt was at 10yrs old the same year I hit puberty. My mom never found out about that, but my last attempt actually landed me in the hospital PCU (psychiatric care unit) for 8 days. I was on suicide watch the entire time and got caught stealing a knife and other assorted metal instruments. I've been on like 14-16 different depression and anxiety meds that haven't done anything for me or made my suicide want even worse (Ativan will kill me). I'm on wellbutrin for my depression but honestly I still think about dying a lot.

The med.s made me worse also. So I quit taking them and started concentrating on eating healthier.
Plus I still see a therapist.

That seems to help allot

I know I need to eat better, but finances are bad and I can't afford therapy 

My story is I often thought about it in my teens like 13-16 because I started off feeling all wrong and got tired, deppressed of being what I was since I didn't feel it was me but then I got sick for 4 years strate and about a year and a half of all that I would have killed my self but I didn't want ANY painful way so I would only do it if I could get my hands on a gun and being home bound for most of the day I didn't know anyone that could and I wasn't of legal age to do it my self.  I did think about overdose with sleeping pills but I heard about a lot of bad things that could happen before you die, true or not I didn't know the difference and wasn't going to chance it. Good part is I got better and now I'm on the right path to change my life around so I'm glad I had that fear and wasn't able to kill my self. There are so many things to do in this world to change anyones life.  I don't think any one should not attempt to commit suicide cause there is always another road to take.

Attempted many times, only a threat to succeed twice that I can recall. Once by taking a handful of vivarin and asprin (caffeine and blood thinners, yum yum) before going to work; once through really severe self-injury (oh, that was fun...).

I mostly lived with the intent to die- next to no sleep, continuous caffeine overdose, diet pills, starvation, moderate yet constant self-injury... but never booze or drugs.

Can't say I don't still flirt with that lifestyle pretty consistently. But at least I have reasons to live, now. I can actually picture a future for myself where I'm a useful, productive, happy person.

I wish I could picture myself as being who I am and have that keep me going but it doesn't. I only see myself as in the now and that is so depressing.

When I was feeling down I wanted to try doing this but didn't want to upset my family or closest friends and they are the sole reason im still here, fortunately I haven't even thought about it in 4 months, I have been fixing things 

Keep on fixing things clhere and welcome to Susan's 

I've only ever had them in passing but always quickly dismissed them.  However due to current events for the first time they have stuck around hardcore.  I can say the saving grace at this moment is that I do not have the backbone for it.  As much as I hate life right now I could never bring myself to run myself through.