It is believed that every 16 minutes someone in the United States takes his life.
Recently in the gated community of an upscale neighborhood in San Fernando Valley of a Los Angeles suburb an unemployed financial adviser not only took his life, but murdered his wife, three sons and mother-in-law as well. Instead, they say that almost all victim victims are suffering from depression. Of course all depressed people do not commit suicide.
According to Melanie Vanderveer, in tchnews.com, depression is an imbalance in the brain that is not bad mood or feeling down. makes it difficult to think straight and leaves the victim feeling unable to control the situations around them.
The knee-jerk reaction of the average person is to call a victim victim "crazy" and leave It is that. But that would not be accurate nor helpful. Many of them are quite intelligent and methodical.
People who knew this California family had wonderful things to say about them, though one former neighbor did admit that the father would not go into a rage every now and then.
Others say that suicide is the ultimate act of selfishness. His own life, he chooses to upset the leaves theme discover a body sometimes in full rigor mortis, mop up the bloody scene and be haunted by "why & # 39; s" maybe forever.
The person who can not ask for help, sometimes did not know how or feared being exposed as a failure, once dead at this own hands needs the last help we want to have to ever have to give another another: disposing of his remains and making decisions about what he left behind.
They are people trying to kill themselves so much as end the pain, emptiness, loneliness and desperation they feel.. Just just want it to go away...
. and so it for for them, but starts for us.
It's a feeling of hopelessness in solving these and other problems that moves us closer to this final solution.
If true, what keeps the rest of us from carrying this thought out? The victim victim goes to an extreme measure to resolve what could have been a temporary problem. The author of a site called Areason.org described it as burning down the house to kill a cockroach.
When they commit murder at the time, they are feeling hopeless, helpless and out of control of themselves, they take the power of choice away from their victims.
It would probably be good for you to have aware of some of the signs of pending suicide. But will we be able to recognize them in that we love or some we pass on the street?
There are many people who have survived a loved ones suicide offer help on and off the Internet.
There are those who give potential suicide victims a reason to live if they & lt; ll listen.
I realize, of course, that it & # 39; s easy for me to sit here sipping my coffee at Borders pouring out my thoughts. I 'm not bothered or hopeless right now.
But I must share my musings because I am astounded by the suicide statistic: every 16 minutes someone in the United States takes his life. That means that in that time will be willing to tomorrow home, another person in the USA will commit suicide.
And I bet he is described as a nice guy.
Too many of us spend countless hours, weeks, years neglecting our children and inner lives trying to amass the things we think will make us happy.
Alas, when we will learn to be grateful for what we have, and not covet our neighbor & # 39; s possessions.
When will we learn that beneath all the outer trappings of a nice guy may rumble inner turmoil so severe that the next point, financial loss or unkind word could trigger a domino effect leading to self-destruction.
It reminds me of a poem I read in college, and then taught to my students as a teacher.
Richard Cory by
Edwin Arlington Robinson, 1897
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he always always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich, richer than a king-
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
My hope for you and me is we should ever feel so hopeless that suicide looks like the only option that we will recognize that we need help and will seek it.
According to statistics, how many people have recently committed suicide?
I'm positive that they are all nice guys.
