A Chapter from “The Bipolar Writer” Memoir

Today I decided to share one of the (completed but never complete) chapters of my memoir. I was asked several times over the past few weeks to discuss my thoughts on suicide. In my life I have tried unsuccessfully three times, that does not count the countless times I thought about it. This is an unusually long chapter so I would recommend only reading it when you have time.

 J.E.’s Thoughts on Suicide

Suicide. I have my own personal thoughts on this subject. This is just a part of what I will talk about on the subject of suicide.

In the darkest places of my mind, I still remember how it felt when suicide was consuming my every thought. I must go to that place again, but this time it’s only to understand and give you an idea of how suicidal thoughts was my life for the first three years of my diagnosis.

Many of us are put on this earth to help others deal with the same problems. I like to think this is one of those times and I am that person. I want to share my thoughts on suicide from my experience. You may not like every word that I say here in this chapter. Writing about suicide is never easy, and any writer who has experienced suicidal thoughts knows that once you are past suicide, it not fun to discuss. There is always a chance at relapsing back into suicidal thoughts, so I write this in hopes that I continue to know that suicide is not the answer.

I have so much to say about suicide. I have had the unfortunate pleasure of going down the road to suicide three times in my life, and surandy-jacob-358648-unsplash.jpgrvive. That doesn’t count the suicidal thoughts that have waged war in my head for so many years. I am one of the lucky ones in a way because I survived. There are so many of my fellow mental illness sufferers that have taken their life. I wear for them because I wish I could save every person that is suicidal. I had to get to a good place first, but I hope if you are reading this you understand the necessity of such a chapter.

I am afraid and excited at the same time to write suicide. I haven’t explored my thoughts about suicide other than expressing that I am against it to anyone that would listen since I started to figure out myself in this mental illness life. I have tried three unsuccessful times to take my life. It feels so strange to say I have survived, but it’s true.

The topic of suicide rarely comes up in my real life, and never in this way. That comes from in part because of the stigma and from people not wanting to talk about suicide. It took one person asking to write my thoughts about suicide that gave me the strength to write about this subject. So here I go.

It has taken me many years to be in the right place with my diagnosis so that talking about suicide is something that I can do. It’s been a over seven years since my last suicide attempt. Since that time I always advocate against suicide.

To be in a place where suicide is the only option isn’t as fresh in my mind, but it is the worst feeling I have ever felt in my life. I remember it well. You never forget the depths of the darkness that is suicidal thoughts. The places that my mind went to when my depression was at its darkest was hell, and it felt like there was no escape. I wanted to be anywhere but in my own body.

I thought it best to talk about my own experiences with suicide first. It speaks to why I tell people there is always a better alternative than to give into suicide.

My experiences with suicide attempts were the result of weeks of very little sleep. The constant racing of my thoughts would consume my every second. I spent so many minutes convincing myself that I was not good enough to live in the same world as everyone else. I went inward into myself disappearing from the real world. My appetite would disappear, and speaking words would escape me. I spent hours on end and days in bed lost in endless darkness. It was consuming to a point where I needed to escape this life.

Nothing was real to me the weeks leading up to my first suicide attempt. My girlfriend at the time always had to worry about my mental health. Weeks before, I had said goodbye to the world on social media. My family found me before I could take it to the level of suicide. The darkness was still there in my mind. I found myself convincing everyone in kasper-rasmussen-656992-unsplash.jpgmy family that things in my life were okay. I said, “I am fine” too much that I almost believed it to be true. I told everyone I was on the mend. It was a lie.

I don’t know why I wanted to convince the people that loved me that I was okay. It may have been a selfish need to make myself feel better about what I was planning, and yes it was very selfish. I failed to think or care about anyone but myself. It took three suicides for me to come to grip with reality. My suicide attempts hurt the people that loved me; it shows how selfish I was being.

Being who I am, I did research on suicide methods. I saw the real stats on suicides, and I didn’t care if I became another statistic on a website. The tools were there to let someone know that I was suicidal. Calling the suicide helpline should have been the first thing I did, but I didn’t want help. I wanted not to exist. I found the only means to take my life that was accessible to me, an overdose. It wasn’t a great solution, but at the time it felt right, even if it felt wrong after.

Over the weekend and the days leading up to my first suicide attempt, I didn’t sleep. I was fighting a war inside my head, and the battles were endless. I always remember my first suicide because the event happened during Thanksgiving week. I remember feeling angry that the doctors wouldn’t release me after I told them I was no longer suicidal. Looking back it was another lie, and it makes me sad that this was the first time in my life I would miss Thanksgiving.

My first suicide attempt failed because wanting not to be a part of this world was my cry for help. That is why I decided to tell the world that I planned to end my life, again (I had talked about suicide only a few weeks earlier on social media.) Deep down I wanted my family to stop me, which is what happened. The people that love me found me in time. It took me years to come to this conclusion. At the time, I was so mad at the world for surviving that all I could see was my will not to live.

It’s a weird feeling when you finally take that leap to commit suicide (for lack of a better word). At that moment the world became surreal for me. Everything in my mind became clear, and I felt for the first time that I was at peace. It wasn’t real peace of course, and it was only a temporary feeling. One that ended when I thought my life did.

I remember some of what happened next. Being rushed to the hospital. The doctors and nurses were forcing a black charcoal substance down the throat. The faint conversations about me trying committing suicide. The doctors and nurses knew something wrong with what I did, even if I didn’t believe it. Then, many hours later, a nurse and a security guard pushing me down a long hallway to the psych ward.

That was the first time that I was so deep into depression that I turned to suicide. Within a month, I tried again with the same result, a stint in the psych ward. I chose to write about the first and second suicide attempts together for two reasons. The first deep-down I didn’t want to die in those first two hasan-almasi-657415-unsplash.jpgsuicides. I can say that with confidence. The second suicide attempt was a month between my first suicide attempt so meshes in mind. I don’t remember much from the time in between and why I tried to kill myself so quickly after the first time. I mention this because it is different than the last time I committed suicide. It would be about two and a half years before I would be so deep into depression that suicide became my only solution.

In 2010, I again wanted to end my life, and the need to not be a part of this world was consuming. It had been two and a half years since my last attempt, and my life had only gotten worse. I was amid the most extended depression cycle of my life that spanned from 2006. I could not find my place in the world. I barely existed as is leaving my house only a handful of times in those first three years.

It was rare for me to leave my house during this time. When I was alone, my thoughts were dark. I imagined walking out of my house and down the street to walk into traffic on the highway. These thoughts were occurring almost daily as I continued my struggle with depression. I thought about hanging myself from the huge oak tree next to my house. I thought about slicing my wrists and bleeding out on my bed which was the couch in my parents living room. I thought about the many ways I could remove myself from existence, and it became an obsession for a month. I was on edge all the time just waiting for the time where it became too much and the only way to finally find peace was to jump.

Outside my immediate family, most of the people in my life gave up on me by 2010. If I am honest, only my mother still had faith in me at that time. Most of my family came to realize that if I wanted to commit suicide, there was not much anyone could do to stop me. I don’t blame them for giving up or for feeling helpless. I was the worst version of myself during these years.

I remember one day I was especially suicidal and some of my family came to visit my parents. I was alone in the dark with my thoughts when my aunt came into my room to check on me. My aunt is the sweetest lady in the world, but I was in a dangerous place in my mind. I picked a verbal fight with her. I resented when she called the cops after I told her if she didn’t leave me alone I would kill my myself. Suicide became this horrible weapon that I could wield against people who only wanted to help me. My aunt forgave me for it, but I often remember this and feel sorry for the altercation.

It was much of the same behaviors as the last time I tried to commit suicide, but it was also different. The most glaring difference was that for the first time in my life, I wanted to die. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted it to happen and that it would happen. Since the day of my diagnosis with Bipolar One, I didn’t believe that I would make it out of my twenties. There was something wrong with me. At that moment in 2010, it was becoming clear that my life was going to end.mitchell-hollander-282004-unsplash.jpg

I planned everything this time. For weeks, I hoarded my Seroquel so that I could take such an intense amount that it would kill me. At this point in my life, I was no longer in charge of holding onto my medicine only to take it. I found ways to pretend to take my medication. I told no one of my plans. I stopped all my online activity. I disconnected from life. It was lucky that my friend couldn’t get ahold me and had my parents checked in on me. It saved my life.

I don’t remember anything after taking my medication that night. Years later my mom told me it was the scariest suicide attempt that she had to live through. It was with reluctance that she explained what happened. I was in a coma for three days (which I remember waking from and thinking what the hell, why is there a catheter in me?.) The doctors had no idea if I would live or die, but one thing they were sure of, that my family got to me with little time to spare.

I spend a week in the hospital after I came out of the coma, and I my doctors released me into the care of my parents. About two days after my release I collapsed on the dining room table and had a seizure. It was in taken in an ambulance that brought me to the hospital where I had three more seizures over the next twenty-four hours. It was the scariest thing in the world that I have ever lived through in this life.

It is hard to believe I survived it all. My doctors thought it was a late reaction to the overdose but they were never actually sure, and never gave me a definite answer to my I had seizures. I was on anti-seizure medication for two years, and luckily I have never had another seizure. It was these two hospitalizations that changed my life and finally made me open to fix my problems.

Why tell this story? For one, a request came through that I share my thoughts about suicide on my blog. It was a great idea. I thought after writing that blog post that the subject deserved a chapter in my memoir. But how could I tell someone reading this that suicide is not the answer if I don’t share my own experience? So, I decided that I would share my story and then my thoughts. Here are my thoughts.volkan-olmez-523-unsplash.jpg

Suicide is dark, and it feels endless. If you decide to go down that route, there is a good chance that you won’t live past that decision. I am lucky in some ways because I am here, but it’s sad that I let myself get to that point. My story should be a cautionary tale. If you survive suicide, you must live with it, and it is better never to feel that way at all. No matter how my life has changed for the better, my family will always be wondering if they could have stopped me.

Even though over seven years have passed, it will always be in the back of my family’s minds that it could happen again. That I could go down the road of suicide if things get that bad again in my life. My family will always be looking at me and wondering when is the next time I will try to take my life. I deserve it, but it is a feeling that I wish would go away.

If you feel like there is nothing left to live for, I will tell you there is— your family, friends, and because it will not always be bad. Life. It is worth living. Things are bad now, sure. But even when life is at the absolute worst, it will get better. Yes, something very wrong is happening in your life. If you feel suicidal at this moment, that’s okay, but you can survive this darkness.

Suicide is never the answer. There are people in this world that are living with diseases that could take their life at any moment. They have no control, but you do. You can control your situation no matter what suicide tells you. Trust me when I say the voice that tells you suicide is okay is dead wrong.

I tell anyone who feels this way to seek help. Call the suicide hotline. Call a friend. Find a way to fight. I have my writing, reading, and music. I watch sports, and when I am down, I binge watch Netflix of shows that make me happy. Please learn from my experiences. Believe me when I say if I could go back, I would choose to get help instead of suicide.

If you know someone who is talking about suicide, please remember this important fact, 8 out of 10 people give signs their intentions on of suicide. Listen to the people around you especially those you love. If someone is joking about suicide or threatens to commit suicide takes the words at face value. I have joked about suicide before, but deep down I wanted someone to stop me. Just to know I exist. Call the authorities. It is better to be safe than to lose some to suicide. The person you love will forgive you, and if they don’t, it is still the right thing to do because saving their life is what need to start the healing process.

The greatest advice I can give those who are suffering from depression is this. If depression is leading you to suicidal thoughts, the first step is to understand something wrong in your life.

Its okay to admit this to yourself and to the people around you. The second part might be trickier so only when you are ready. On this path to recovery and understanding of my diagnosis, it took me a long time to understand. The first time that I was finally saying “I am Bipolar, it is a part of me, but it doesn’t define me,” was the first time believing that I could fight this disease.

Considering that in my life I have a mental illness, and that’s okay. There is nothing wrong with having a mental illness. After that, it became clear that suicide is never the answer. Depression was and always will be a dangerous thing in my life. My life changed, and my outlook became better when I decided suicide is not the answer. I started to fight, and it became the difference. I am able to write about suicide and share my experiences.

My life will always have elements of chaos. Every day I deal with depression and anxiety at some level, and often it hits the extreme levels of being Bipolar. I still fight every day. I am lucky enough to wake up each day alive. It gives me solace. I want to be active because death is never your friend. You never know when it will be your last day so make sure you make the decision to live.

Live as much as you can even if your depressed. I take days off too because sometimes you need a mental health day. Never give into suicide and the dark thoughts that occupancy it. The darkness will be there sometimes, but it will not last forever. I once thought I could never live outside my depression, and yet I am living proof that you can.sydney-rae-408416-unsplash.jpg

My highest aspiration in life is to teach people about suicide. The pain that suicide brings to your life and those around you is not worth it. My experiences are a part of me, and wouldn’t wish them on anyone. I can’t stress the importance of getting help so that I will repeat it. If you feel suicidal get help, it not worth it to give up hope.

Together we can prevent suicide. I want to end the stigma that comes along with this part of mental illness. I want people to learn from my mistakes. I know it’s idealistic to think this way. I’d rather believe this is possible than to see any more of my people die because of suicide.

James

Always Keep Fighting (AKF)

Please Help me Publish my Memoir

I am almost done editing my memoir “The Bipolar Writer,” and I have decided to go down the self-publishing route. If you can donate anything towards my goal, it would mean the world to me. I am still working towards enough to pay an artist for a good cover. Those that donate will get a special mention in my memoir on a page dedicated to those that made my memoir possible. Thank you in advance!

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23 Replies to “A Chapter from “The Bipolar Writer” Memoir”

      1. During a dark period in my life, I kept saying over and over to myself, “I won’t always feel like this.” Those words were a life preserver that kept me afloat in the raging storm.

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  1. It must of been hard to write about this and sure brings back feelings of the darkness that is trying to creep back in my life after putting it to bed a few months ago.. I hate the darkness. its by far the scariest place i have ever visited in my life. god bless you for sharing .. gonna share your stroy on my site.. Linda

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    1. I know what you mean Linda. I hate that I let myself get to that place in his life, but I know how it feels and I have no plans of making it back. The darkness will always be there but we can fight it!!!

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      1. That what I keep telling myself now that I can fight this darkness that’s trying to over come me, at least now I know what to look for before I had no ideal what was happening to me

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  2. I been there. There was a time I was really down. It was bad. I wa having bad thoughts. I laid down. Then my phone rung. It was my sister. She doesn’t know it but she probably saved my life. I have never tried that again but I still have my days where I feel like I just don’t want to leave my house. Then I have really good days too ! Thank you for sharing your story ! You are probably helping someone and you don’t even know it

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    1. Thanks. That is why I write about subjects such as suicide. I hope that the community as a whole can end suicide for prevention and helping others. I am glad you are in a better place

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  3. This was painful to read, but I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this perspective. I am on the other side…my son struggles with this. Thank you for having the courage to write from your heart. Sending much peace and love to you.

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    1. The place that you are in, loving someone going through so much darkness, can be just as hard. I have seen what I have done to my family over the years and found a way to fix things. Stay strong. It’s your fight as much as his. My mom was my greatest champion and why I am here today.

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  4. I too believe that much of the painful things I’ve been through are to be used to help others that are struggling with the same things. I also know that it’s not easy!
    You have a story that needs to be told and heard. I admire you so much for your willingness to reach into yourself to help others understand. This subject NEEDS to be talked about.
    Sending you much love and encouragement as you continue on this journey. 💙

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