teenage suicide

Shylady

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Today we are having a funeral for my friends 19 year old son...
I feel so helpless to do anything to comfort them.

I just want to say go hug your kids.. tell them you love them... teach them that there is no problem that can not be solved ...instill in them hope for the future and courage to face life.

Help stop the pain inflicted on families bye needless, useless death.

I am going to hug my kids now.. thank you for letting me say this.
 
My prayers are going out to you and the family. I just lost a good friend. It hurts. Thats all I can say, it hurts.
 
It is so hard and confusing to be a teenager. Remember how important the silliest things were then?
Teenagers are so hormone-driven, new feelings, new thoughts, all of which are immediate and urgent. Their emotions are so magnified.
Isn't teen suicide one of the leading causes of death for that age group?

And how do you avert suicide? I wish someone knew the answer to that. Generally people determined to kill themselves eventually do so.

I feel so sorry for your friends, for you, and for your community. You have my sympathy.
 
Shylady...

I am so sorry!! There isn't much to say except be there and show your support for the family! Now and after the funeral!! They'll need a strong shoulder!!

(((((((((((((((Shylady)))))))))))))))))))
 
Thank you all for your kind words.

and thank you Ambrosious for all of your silly posts today it has helped me smile. I am praying for you too after your loss.

Thanks again y'all ((((BIG HUGS)))
 
Glad I could help, even if it was by being silly. The whole reason I did all that posting was to take my mind off of my friends passing with a little frivolity. Never thought that it would help you too, but I'm glad it did. And to those of you that responded to all those silly threads, thanks. Some of your replies made my day.
 
Tex (((((((hugggggggggggggg))))))))) I'm sorry for your loss - it's never easy - young or old.
 
My 15-year-old cousin hung himself last year. It was strange, because he had friends visiting at the time. He seemed like such a well-adjusted, happy kid. The family was shocked, and the only one who could offer any explanation was his 11-year-old sister, who tells the story like it was a prank gone wrong.

How terrible. All you can think when someone young commits suicide is "what a waste" of a precious life, and all the potential that life held...

*hugs* Shylady, be strong for your friends.
 
...wiping away the tears!

Shylady,
I am truly sorry for the heartache I know you are feeling!

This is a little bit long, but PLEASE find the time to read it and share it with others!!!

Everytime I hear a story such as this, my heart aches tremendously. It makes me step back and really appreciate what I have in life. Things that are easily taken for granted are suddenly more respected. I am an only child, a daughter, 18, still at home with BOTH my Mom and Dad. You could say I am a spoiled brat, and YES sometimes it has gone to my head, not too often, but sometimes. My family is very wealthy and I have been given more than any child in life deserves. But beyond all the material things I have, the one thing I cherish every day I wake up, is the love I receive every minute of my life from my parents. It is absolutely priceless. I start each day KNOWING, from the "hugs" the "kisses" and the "I love you" comments, that I am truly loved. I lay down my head at night with the same comforting knowledge!

With saddened news such as yours, it makes me feel selfish that I have so much and some other children, just as special, have so little. So as a "child" I say to every "parent' that reads this, "know that a simple hug to start a day only takes a minute, but a child can feel it all day long. Three simple words of "I love you" only take 3 seconds to say, last for hours or days in a childs mind. Said repeatedly, they last for a lifetime! Remember, material things have a price, but can ALWAYS be bought or replaced. A parents love for their children is free and can NEVER be replaced!
 
oops

Sorry this was a double post...and I couldn't delete it!

[Edited by Lil-Brandi on 12-07-2000 at 06:31 AM]
 
When I was 13 I tried to kill myself. My dad was an alcoholic, my family was falling apart, I was harrased non-stop at school and I had no where to turn. Depressed and feeling alone, I felt I had only I one escape from the suffering. And that was to kill myself. So there I was, leaning against the bathroom wall, kitchen knife in hand, ready to slash my wrist and let my life drain away. The tears draining down my cheeks were blurring my vision and I couldn't see where I was about to cut. After wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I looked across the room into the mirror opposite me. The person I saw there, in my reflection, was a pathetic, cowering, bawling and useless piece of shit.

Upon seeing that person, I dropped the knife. I feel to the floor on my knees and let myself go, emotions pouring out of me via my tears and sobbing moans. But then, thoughts began emerging in my mind, thoughts that hadn't been there in a long time. Happy thoughts, reassuring thoughts. I was able to taste hope once again. A smile sprouted onto my face through the trails of tears. I realised that the person I wanted to kill was not me, but the person I saw in the mirror. All sadness and fear I saw there, that's what I wanted to get rid off. And I knew I didn't need a knife to kill that person. I just needed to change, to become who I wanted to be. I'd found hope.

The situation around me didn't change immediately. I was still bullied, my dad still drank, and my family was not doing to well, but I'd found someone to turn to. Myself. I focused not on the sadness around me and be depressed because of it, but on how I can be a happy person in spite of it.

Well a while later on, my dad went in to rehab and also went to the local Alcholics Anonymous, to which he's become a vital member helping many other alcoholics overcome their addiction. My family came back together as dad go better, and school did the same as I changed. I let go of my sadness and frustation and opened up to people and stopped hiding from them. I gained friends and lost sadness and school seemed somewhat bearable.

Now? Well it took me a few years and a few dips into depression, but I've finally killed that part of me that I hated. I couldn't be happier with where I am now.

The way I see it, kids who commit suicide are only able to see the parts of themselves they hate. They can't see the parts of themselves that all that their family and friends love about them. They cannot comprehend that someone else may see something good in them.

So what should you do if you think someone is thinking of taking their own life? Reach out to them. Remind them of the good in them. Tell them of how it will affect you personally if they were to die. Find out why they feel they need to kill themselves. To sum up, talk to them! If they don't want to listen, then force them to. Many parents seem to believe that if their kids have a problem, then their kids will come to them about it. This ain't the case. If you think there is a problem, talk to them about it. Don't sit on your ass, waiting for them to come to you. The best thing you can do is to be there for them. Once they see you are there for them, life will suddenly seem more appealing. As they feel that suicide is the final option, you must make sure they know it isn't the only option.

Okay, this was very long I know and was just a single stream of thought, so it mighn't make much sense. But I just hope it helps, in some way, to someone.
 
Lil_Brandi and Phoenix Jr thank you both.
((hugs))) to you both. Brandi, I can tell you treasure your family and I think that is great.

Phoenix you post says it so much more than I did thank you
 
Glad to help :) If my shit can help someone else with their shit, then it was worth going through anyway.
 
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