Suicide secrets – What happens once you kill yourself?

I haven’t written on here for some time.  Life has been going on and this site has been all but forgotten.  I don’t post here for numerous reasons, partly because I’ve learned some lessons in online publicity/privacy and I don’t like this being so openly attributed to me personally.  Having said that, some things are worth sharing.  I came across the following recently.  It is a snippet from an online forum where somebody posted a question about ending their life.  The response was brilliant, and I hope more people with thoughts of suicide could be exposed to such blunt truths.

I don’t know who to accredit this to – it was already reposted several times before I found it and the author was masked to begin with.  The source was also very disjointed (a bunch of screen captures from a mobile phone) so I’m going to rewrite this but I’ll endeavor to keep it as verbatim as possible.  The exchange went like this:

Q: What happens once you kill yourself?  Because I’m ready to go.

A:  You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself?  Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child he loved and the child he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead.  The person she looked up to and loved.  The person she bragged to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe.  But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you.  And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything.  and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat.  Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks.  And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement.  You killed yourself.  And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again.  the girls who used to make fun of the way your dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works.  and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again.  Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should have stopped you and they should have told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away.  And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too.

It’s blunt and it’s brutal, yet beautifully written in its own way.  I think everyone, no matter how introverted, have their own metaphorical tendrils that link them to the people around them.  No matter how removed someone thinks they are, they impact those around them.  Suicide is supposed to end someone’s pain, but it creates a whole lot more pain than it ends.  If only those with thoughts of self harm could see this beforehand…

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Aug 12th, 2015 | Filed under Depression

Another email from my Canadian mum

For those of you who have been following my previous correspondences, I’ve been receiving wrongly redirected email intended for a Canadian Ryan Minster for a little while now. Every now and then I receive one which I just can’t help but reply to. Here’s the latest one:

Hi, I had quoted you $1080usd for this package. It was for a golf package for 1, including accommodation, 3 rounds of golf and breakfast. The second person was for breakfast only.

Doral are now saying they cannot do the second breakfast and Amanda will have to pay locally. Ryan’s breakfast is included. I have got them to reduce the price to $900, so the additional $180 will more than cover three breakfasts for Amanda.

Tee times can be booked 90 days out so end of September I will book those. I have taken full payment.

Cheers

And here’s what Ronda got:

Hello again Ronda,

Wow, I’m flabbergasted by your ongoing generosity!  I’d love to accompany you on your golfing holiday in December and I look forward to this with much anticipation.  I must warn you however that I am no Tiger Woods.  While that may come as a relief to your womanhood, I should probably also add that I’m not much good at golf either.  I play at a rather large handicap, that being that I am the one hitting the ball.  I confess that in frustration there have been times that I have resorted to kicking the golf ball, but on a good note when I do reach the end of my tether and kick the ball, it usually goes further than when I hit it with a club.  I once broke 30 on the back nine of my local course though in honesty I did throw the ball a couple of times when no one was looking.  And while it’s true I scored under 30 (28 to be precise), I didn’t do so well with the other 8 holes.
 
It’s a bit of an insult that they won’t supply Amanda with breakfast.  Does she have an overly voracious appetite?  Do they not realise how much energy we expend with all that kicking and cursing while we walk around the course?  I hope Amanda will be able to keep up with us after our plentiful breakfasting.  If she can’t keep up, I suggest we hide her unconscious body in the brambles and sell her clubs to the highest bidder.  We could then gorge ourselves even further the next morning at the table.  I’m thrilled to see that my breakfast is included in the price however, and I’ll try not to do you the disservice of attending the table naked like I did the last time I stayed out whilst on holidays.  In my fairness though, it was rather warm and my blood-alcohol levels were slightly higher than normal.  I do however still regret falling on the floor in the restaurant.  Which in itself isn’t so bad, but replace “falling” with “urinating”, and “floor” with “waiter”, and you’ll find the true source of my regret.
 
It will be terrific if you can book the tee times 90 days out.  90 days should be about enough time for me to make it right around the course, provided that bloody Amanda doesn’t slow us down too much in her weakened state.  Bring on December!
 
Yours with thanks,
 
Ryan Minster
I wonder if she’ll reply this time…
Aug 29th, 2013 | Filed under Life
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My lucky holiday

For those of you who might recall, earlier in the year I received an email from a Canadian woman who claimed to be my mother.  Well, sort of.  I think she has a son who shares the same name as myself and she emailed me instead of him.  I couldn’t resist, and emailed her a reply.

Well, my Canadian mom is at it again!  This time she emailed me a flight itinerary with an invitation to come to Toronto.  Again, I couldn’t resist.  Below is the reply I sent her.  For some reason she still hasn’t replied…

Hello again Ronda,

Thank you very much for inviting me to visit Toronto!  I graciously accept your invitation.  However, I wonder if we might be able to change the itinerary slightly?  I see that you have me flying out from Fort Lauderdale, but Fort Lauderdale is 15,729 kilometres from my current location.  It would be much easier for me to fly out from Melbourne, Australia.  I certainly don’t mean to seem ungrateful however, and if I must leave from Fort Lauderdale then I’ll make my own way there.  How long do you think it would take me to swim 15,729 kilometres?
 
I’ve never been to Toronto before.  Actually, I’ve never been to Canada.  I’m looking forward to seeing your local wildlife most, and being from Australia I will be very happy to be in a different country where most of the local animals can’t kill you in less than three seconds.  Over here it’s a blessing to be savaged by a wild dingo, as it helps to drain the poison from the venomous snake bites that most of us receive at least weekly.  It’s difficult to walk between our front door and the neighbours place without seeing at least three deadly animals.  And if you don’t see them it just means they were well camouflaged that day.
 
What would you suggest I pack?  Having never been to Canada I am largely persuaded by stereotype alone.  The only things I know that come from Canada are maple syrup and Our Lady Peace.  I am assuming I can buy pancakes and icecream in Canada as well as maple syrup so I shouldn’t need to bring any other food-stuffs.  I think I’d be able to happily survive on the dietary sustenance I could glean from maple syrup and icecream on pancakes.  That almost covers all of the five food groups.  After all, what other uses does maple syrup have?
 
Seeing you’re supplying my airfares I also assume I will need to hang out with you and your family for a while.  What sort of activities do you folks like to engage in?  Again going only by stereotypes I would guess you all play ice hockey and lacrosse, and so I’ll bring clothing that would accommodate such activities.  Clothing for ice hockey is hard to come by in Australia however, due mostly to the fact that very few of us have ever seen snow let alone a frozen expanse that one could skate upon.  I’ll bring my flip-flops (I’m sure they will glide nicely upon the ice) and maybe also some longer shorts.  The weather here generally dictates that when we get cold we put a t-shirt on and put our beer can in a stubbie holder.  How much colder can Canada be?
 
I really look forward to meeting up with you and my other very distant relatives.  I’ll watch my mail box for those airline tickets!
 
Thanks once again,
 
Ryan
Oct 2nd, 2012 | Filed under Life
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M-Reno – The Finished Kitchen

Well, it’s taken far longer than anticipated but this renovation is finally nearing completion.  The carpet goes in soon (less than two weeks) and so I now have a fixed deadline for my painting.  I’ve been busy changing the stained hardwood skirts and arc into crisp white breaks between the wall and floor/doors/windows.  That alone had visually subtracted about thirty years from the property.  And now that the kitchen is complete the house is a whole lot more comfortable.  Here’s a couple of before/after pics of the finished article.  And excuse the black smudges on the photos, apparently the back of my phone lens needs a clean.  Anyone know how to do that?

 

So here below we have a classic “spot the difference” picture.  There are five changes between the photos.  Can you spot them all?

Aug 18th, 2012 | Filed under Renovating

M-Reno – The Entry, Before and (almost) After

It’s about time for yet another renovation update.  I’ve just put in the glass balustrade in the entry, replacing the gaudy old wooden frame that had stood there since the house was made.  The glass wall still needs a little bit of adjustment and the paintwork underneath needs another coat, but the general feeling of the house has changed considerably.  The tiling will begin next week too, which will give the place another dramatic change.

20th century vs 21st century

After a slight hiatus, things are beginning to move along full swing again.  The garden is basically finished (thanks to some terrific help!) and the inside needs only flooring and lighting, along with a few fiddly details.  The painting has been very time consuming, but again I’ve had some help which has sped things along.  There’s still another coat needed on some skirts and arcs, and a few patches of touch-up needed on some walls.  Generally though, the house looks completely different, and certainly a whole lot better!

Jul 26th, 2012 | Filed under Renovating