After My Suicide Attempt…

This is the third day of WEGO Health’s Health Activist Writer’s Month Challenge and this is today’s prompt:

Yahoo Answers Post–Pretend you are writing a question about your condition–it can be as silly/humorous as you want.Now answer it. (Remember: Your answer can be just as silly)

Believe it or not, I have never even looked at Yahoo Answers before. So in order to get an idea of what types of questions are asked I browsed through the mental health section. While I was there, I encountered a question that I wanted to answer, and decided to use it for today’s challenge rather than making one up.

How did u feel after your failed suicide attempt(s)?

When I first woke up in the intensive care unit – after my suicide attempt – I was confused. I could not figure out where I was. My confusion increased when I realized my hands, and feet were tethered to the bed. I remember a nurse coming in and untethering me.

I must have gone back to sleep, because the next thing I remember is someone coming in and telling me I had to go have a scan of my head – they said something to the effect of “to find out” if there was something wrong with my brain. I remember thinking that I had to pee. After that, I went back to sleep.

When I woke up again, I was a little more aware of my surroundings. I noticed there was someone in my room – it did not occur to me the person was a guard until hours later. Slowly, I became somewhat less confused, and recalled that I had tried to kill myself.

As I became more aware of where I was, my nurse, and the female guard in my room began to talk to me. That is when I learned that I had been in a coma, and when I came out of my coma I became violent. It explained why I had been tethered to the bed. To this day, there is almost a whole day that I have no memory of.

I do remember being extremely angry. However, I could not tell you who I was angry with. Maybe I was angry with the world, and everyone and everything in it. I also remember how embarrassed I felt when I heard the stories about my behavior – when I was coming out of the coma. I was also embarrassed about people knowing that I had tried to kill myself. One of the saddest things I remember is still feeling like I wanted to die.

After almost two years of depression treatment, I no longer feel all those negative emotions. I am not proud of the fact that I tried to kill myself, but I do recognize it was the event that started me on the road to becoming more mentally healthy.

 

7 thoughts on “After My Suicide Attempt…

  1. Melissa,

    I was having a hard time a couple of years ago as well, nothing I was hospitilized for but, I have been on the road to recovery and after taking some meds I do feel so much better. I finally feel like I have my life back.

  2. hi, im sorry.. i do not know the complete story of this blog.. i was just researching for info about diabetes and found this one.. (with depression)..

    when i saw the title “after my suicide attemp” i can’t resist myself to not comment.. come on, why would you do it? life is precious, its a precious gift.. its not even ours to take

    • I attempted to kill myself, because I was extremely sick – depression – and had reached a point in my disease that I believed I had no other option except to die. Unless you have been to that point in the disease process of depression, it can be very difficult to understand why someone would feel so compelled to take their own life.

  3. Melissa,
    Your story hits home in some senses. I understand fully the physical and emotional pain that depression brings. I do not remember the past few months, it’s all a blur.

    While I did not try to commit suicide, I was in a manic state and was diagnosed bipolar. I am happy with the diagnosis and even happier with the treatment- my thoughts are clear, my ideas more sound, and I am overall more happy.

    I hope you continue to recover well. I understand your pain to some extent, and know it only gets better. Just hang in.

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