•February 26, 2015 • Leave a Comment

From the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention website: In 2013 (the most recent year for which full data are available), 41,149 suicides were reported, making suicide the 10th leading cause of death for AmericansIn that year, someone in the country died by suicide every 12.8 minutes.


Look beyond the numbers. That’s some real person who was hurting, confused or ill who needed help. I’m not talking mental institution help — that’s more of a holding pen than a place that can really help someone.


AFSP: In 2013, the highest suicide rate (19.1) was among people 45 to 64 years old. The second highest rate (18.6) occurred in those 85 years and older. Younger groups have had consistently lower suicide rates than middle-aged and older adults. In 2013, adolescents and young adults aged 15 to 24 had a suicide rate of 10.9.


Take a moment and think if there is someone you know who may be hurting. A kind word or just letting them know you are there if they need help may make all the difference in the world.


AFSP: Approximately 12 people harm themselves (not necessarily intending to take their lives) for every reported death by suicide. Together, those harming themselves made an estimated total of more than 650,000 hospital visits related to injuries sustained in one or more separate incidents of self-harm behavior.

AFSP: For many years, the suicide rate has been about 4 times higher among men than among women. In 2013, men had a suicide rate of 20.2, and women had a rate of 5.5. Of those who died by suicide in 2013, 77.9% were male and 22.1% were female.

Here’s the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention’s website.



•January 29, 2014 • 1 Comment

Well, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything here. I’m still alive, in case anyone was wondering. 

My life has changed a lot since I last posted. I’ve moved from literally a tropical island to somewhere right out of the movie Twilight.” Very little sun, lot’s of rain and darkness. It’s down right depressing. Ugh!

That’s all I have for now. If you read this, thanks for stopping by. Take care.


•November 22, 2011 • 1 Comment

Remembered! Regretted! Remorseful! Remissed! Repressed! Remindful! Reliving! Resurgent! Reluctant! Rekindled! Relapsed! Reverting! Revulsion! Regressing! …

Regardless! Regenerated! Renewing! …

… Reinterpreting! Renouncing! Releasing! Remaking! Renewing! Repairing! Repenting! Resetting! Reshaping! Resolvent! Restored! Redemption!…

Basically, I’m stuck in the past and from its grip I cannot free myself!


•September 16, 2011 • 1 Comment

How many times have you been a victim of impulse buying? You know, you’re standing in line at a store, waiting for your turn to pay and you see some candy bar or “As Seen On TV” item that you just have to have.

Or maybe you are shopping and you have a specific list of items that you are after. You are cruising along filling your cart with everything on your list when suddenly, that shiny, glimmering fondue machine catches your eye and just as suddenly you discover that you can’t live without it. In fact, you don’t even know how you’ve survived this long without it. It doesn’t matter that you don’t even know what a fondue is or what the machine does, you have to have it.

Well, I’ve never been a victim of impulse buying either … although we are having a yard sale next weekend to get rid of a few still-in-the-box items we seemed to have collected over the years. Anyone need a fondue machine?

So, back to impulse buying, or rather, impulsive behavior to be more specific. For years after I played slice and dice with a rusty, dull razor blade on my wrist I took antidepressants. The problem with antidepressants in my opinion is that, at least for me, they make you not care about anything. Here’s an example:

I’m really a very shy person. I try not to stand out in a crowd despite my job back then that put me in front of large crowds on occasion. Well, while I was on antidepressants, the fear of having hundreds or thousands of people staring at me was still there, I just didn’t care about it.

So one day I was at a baseball game and as usual, during the 7th inning stretch, the announcer held a contest for some lucky ticket holder to come down to the pitcher’s mound, answer a couple of baseball trivia questions and win a prize. Guess who the “un” lucky ticket holder was. Me.

As I marched out to the pitchers mound I expected my nerves to get hold of me and cause me to stutter, fidget and all the other signs of a nervous introvert. But as I made my way out to the mound I became aware that I wasn’t nervous and even though I knew I should be, I just didn’t care if I made a fool out of myself or not.

Now, first of all, I know very little about baseball trivia, but in this contest you could have the crowd help you. So when the announcer asked the question, which I had no idea what the answer was, I started cheering on the crowd to give me the answer, gesturing for help, running back and forth trying to get the answer. It was like I was watching someone else out there because that certainly wasn’t like me. That was about the only time I appreciated being on antidepressants. If you have ever taken them, you know why. They just seem to numb you to everything.

OK, here’s where all of this impulse and antidepressant stuff is leading to. After I attempted suicide and began taking antidepressants, I developed a fear that I would, that I could, very easily, without any thought or remorse, wake up one morning, and it could be a perfect, beautiful morning. I could feel great, happy even. Get out of bed, walk to the closet, grab a gun, a blade, or a rope and simply, without hesitating, do the deed. Impulsively. Just as easily as buying that  fondue machine.

(After my attempted suicide I lost that self-preservation that we all seem to have. I think it finally came back after all these years but it’s not much of a barrier if it’s there at all. I hope I never have to test it.)

“It aint nothin’ to kill myself” would be one of the first thoughts that would run through my head when I woke up every morning. Once I was off antidepressants, the fear of impulse suicide went away, although now I don’t have any weapons in the house that can cause immediate death — just to be safe. Nowadays, my biggest concern is that some incident could push me through that self-defense barrier that isn’t too strong anymore. Now if I could just beat that impulse buying thing.


•September 8, 2011 • 1 Comment

I realized something yesterday after hearing a couple of reporters talking about a source in a story they were writing on suicide. “Normal” people will never begin to understand the grip suicide can have on a person. Or the places it will take the mind of someone who is struggling with suicide.

After a long conversation, in the end, the reporters, as typical with their breed, (I can say that because I was one for many years) made a few jokes about the person, boldly stated “THEY” (insert intellectual snobbishness here) would never consider such an act, and decided most of what the source said was too “crazy” to use. All I thought was, wow, they are really missing an opportunity to touch a lot of people with a first-hand account of a suicide attempt in mainstream media.

Most of us “suicidal crazies,” at one time, never imagined that we would ever be in a place so lonely, so desperate, so full of pain and so dark that we would ever consider suicide either. Although I don’t remember ever making fun of anyone who had attempted suicide, it mostly really scared me.

Take care and be strong. CAll someone, talk to someone. Whatever it takes to wake up tomorrow and fight through one more day.


•August 26, 2011 • Leave a Comment

Former Cy Young award winner Mike Flanagan died of a self-inflicted shotgun wound to the head, the Maryland medical examiner ruled Thursday. A police investigation revealed that the 59-year-old pitcher was upset about financial issues. He left no note. Flanagan’s body was found Wednesday afternoon about 250 feet behind his home. An investigation showed he was home alone when he took his life.

SUICIDE HOTLINE: 1-800-SUICIDE (1-800-784-2433) 1-800-273-TALK (1-800-273-8255 )
There’s local numbers in your phonebook as well.


•August 3, 2011 • 2 Comments

One of the scariest words to some. One of the most comforting to others.