I am a Suicide Survivor (Possible Trigger)

I have been contemplating writing this post for a long time. With what has been going on with us lately, I have decided I will give it a try.

After all, if this helps just one person, it will have been worth the share.

I wasn’t sure how it would be received.  I wasn’t sure how I was going to write it.  Years ago I wrote it for me.  I wrote it in speech form as my 19 year old self and it was therapeutic.  I have no desire to post it in that form, so I am going to start over.

Do over.

This is my suicide survivor story.

Disclaimer:  This could be triggering.  Please take some time and be careful if you decide to read.

A yellow ribbon is a symbol that stands for suicide prevention, and I have worn a yellow ribbon as a reminder to myself that suicide is not the answer.  Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.  There was a time in my life when I did not recognize this. I did not realize there were people to help and I thought that the only way to end my pain was to end my life.

I was 18 years old when I attempted suicide.  It is a very ugly word.  Suicide. But I want each and every person reading this post to remember it, and remember it well, because suicide is a reality, a truly ugly reality.

I have often had the thought that if everyone who ever had a thought about suicide actually committed it then we would almost all be dead.  I have no idea how accurate this really is.  But it is a thought that frequents my mind.

There were catalysts in my life that kept pushing at me.  Pushing me off the deep end.  Some of them were little, some were bigger and some were huge.  But all of them combined together put such a pressure on my life that I was unable to function.

Some of the more relevant ones were: My Dad died when I was 13, I was Daddy’s little girl so that was hard, my Mom ended up with cancer not long after that and had to have surgery and treatments.  But probably the biggest thing that was causing such a negative effect on my life was the fact that I was sexually abused and raped from the ages of 6 to 11, then as a teen there was an instance of date rape.   I kept my sexual abuse bottled up inside me for 12 long years.

On October 9th, 1999 I felt like I couldn’t take it anymore.  I sat on my bed and wrote a suicide note.  I finished my letter walked out into the kitchen took a bunch of pills, placed them in my pocket and walked back into the bathroom and took them all.  The first 2 I took my mind was asking “What are you doing?” I took 2 more and then 2 more and then the next thing I knew my hand was up to my mouth and half the pills were gone. I took a mouth full of water and then downed the rest of the pills.  I went back into my bedroom.

I was laying across my bed thinking about how easy it would be to just go to sleep and fade out of existence.

Suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks.  I DID NOT WANT TO DIE!!  I was 18 years old with my entire life ahead of me.  I turned my suicide note over, wrote on the back and left the house telling my Mom I would “be back in a second”.

A friend of mine was with me (she had no idea what I had done) but she knew something was terribly wrong.  Eventually she went and got an older friend of mine who knew everything, he was like a brother to me and was the first person I had told about everything that happened to me.  I was scared, I was shaking and I knew that I wanted to live.

He got there and asked me what was wrong.  I began to cry and handed him my suicide note saying “here this explains everything”.  At this point I did not know how to control myself, I was weak, I was dizzy and I was scared.

He read the first 2 lines, looked up at me and asked “Did you do it?” I did not answer.  He looked at me again and in a more firm and demanding voice said, “Answer me, DID YOU DO IT?”.  I whispered “yes”.

Right away things began to happen fast, but yet in slow motion, an odd sensation.  He grabbed me and was helping me to walk, we got my brother and then my mom.  We all got in a car and were driving.  From what I can remember now (this being 15 years later) I was in the back seat and sorta starting to be a bit out of it.  We stopped in the next town at friends and called the ambulance (the ambulance for our community comes from that town) it was actually a lot faster that way.

I don’t have a sense of time.  I have no idea how long it took for it to arrive, it could have been hours, it could have been minutes.  I remember being put on a stretcher and into the ambulance and then we were on our way.  The attendant was taking my vitals and kept talking to me, asking questions and trying to keep me awake. I was given oxygen and was beginning to find it harder to breathe and there was a pain in my chest.

When we arrived at the hospital I was moved to a bed in the emergency room.  I remember feeling closed in because there were doctors and nurses and hospital staff all around me.  They did an EKG and put an IV into my right hand to feed me glucose and water.  They did blood tests and took my vitals.  They fed me a thick brown liquid that apparently saved my life and my liver.  It was to make me throw up and hopefully rid my body of all the drugs.  I remember not wanting to drink it but they said my choice was drink it and throw up or risk liver failure and be air lifted to another hospital for possible surgery.   At this point in my life I was terrified of surgery, so I drank it.

Once my blood test results came back they changed my IV from glucose and water to an antidote.  They then stuck another IV into my left hand with potassium going into it.

When I was finally moved out of the emergency room I was put into the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) Observation where I was hooked up to a heart monitor and had a nurse watching over me at all times.  I was not allowed to get out of bed because of the heart monitors and IV’s.

I felt like someone had literally beaten me with a stick, both inside and out.  I was called a “special” which meant I could not be left alone at any time for any reason.  Personally, I did not feel very special….

My first night there I spent 34 hours without sleeping.  My glucose was taken 5 times a day, blood taken 3 times in 6 and a half hours, temperature taken every little while and my blood pressure was taken every hour. To top all this off, every time I so much as coughed or moved my heart monitor would begin going off.

They then switched my IV in my right hand with another antidote that would take 16 hours to go into my system.

It was my 3rd night there before I was finally unhooked from everything.  I was moved to another room, but was still considered a “special”. I was moved around a few more times and was finally released on October 13th, 1999.

It was not a very good situation to be in.  It was an eye opener for me and I learned some very valuable lessons while I was laying in bed unable to move, listening to the beeping of a heart monitor, contemplating my life.   I learned that no matter how hard life seems, it is not so bad that you have to take your own life and end it.   Your life is valuable.  You are worth fighting for.  You deserve to live.  Do not be afraid to ask for help.

Statistics show that immediately after “attempting” suicide the person desperately wants to live…not die.   This makes it so sad and scary for the people who do succeed with their attempt.

I was really lucky.  I figured that out before too much damage was done to my body and I was lucid enough to get help.

No matter how dark the path ahead may look, no matter how bleak the future may seem, there is a light, follow the light.  Accept help, talk to doctors, open up. Its hard, but what you might already be going through is hard too, and telling someone, opening up will take some of the pressure off.

You, my dear friend, are stronger than you think.

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Mental health blogger. Bipolar, PTSD, OCD, Anxiety. Lover of butterflies. Risen out of the ashes like a phoenix. Survivor. Contact me at: Email: bipolarwhispers@gmail.com Twitter: @bipolarwhisper
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24 Responses to I am a Suicide Survivor (Possible Trigger)

  1. staystrong10 says:

    Thank you so much for sharing your story.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. hbhatnagar says:

    It takes a lot of courage to talk about this. My attempt was far more abortive than yours, I chickened out. But I haven’t talked about it to anyone. The people I’ve mentioned it to, well their responses strengthened my belief that no one cares or wants to hear. Anyway, that’s my untold story. It was painful to read your story. I can imagine how hard it was. And I know how hard it is now to relive it. I laud your courage and really appreciate the effort. Suicide, I never thought it was a dirty word, still don’t. You just have to be really, really sure. I hope your story reaches people and helps some of them in re-evaluating their choices. I’m reblogging this, I hope you don’t mind.

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    • bipolarwhisper says:

      Thank you for the kind words. A lot of people do not know how to respond to people who talk about suicide, they clam up, or are uncomfortable. Sometimes people think it is just attention seeking. But that is not the case, anyone who speaks about suicide should be taken seriously. Every situation. I am glad that you did not end up committing suicide. You deserve to live. Thank you for reblogging.

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  3. hbhatnagar says:

    Reblogged this on hbhatnagar and commented:
    Please read it. It’s about as honest as a human being can get.

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  4. priyankamoraes says:

    I hope your story reaches many and touches atleast a few…Wishing you peace .

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  5. Tessa says:

    Reblogged this on Tessa Can Do IT! and commented:
    I, too, tried to commit suicide, full bottle of wine and a handful of pills. I spent time in the psyche ward and they started me on meds. I am glad you want to live. I do too!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. mikesteeden says:

    A moving true story – wow you’ve been to the edge

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  7. JennieG says:

    Wow, this was difficult to read, but very worth it. You are a strong person and I’m glad that you survived your suicide attempt. Bless you and may you continue to be able to help the people around you.

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Zoe says:

    Thank you for writing this. It’s imperative that more survivors talk so that we can all learn and understand suicide. It’s vital.

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  10. thewayhome says:

    I’m not trying to get sympathy here. But Last yr I tried to commit suicide. Was inpatient a month. At this present time I am feeling very suicidal. I am in a situation where there really is no answer…I can’t talk about it. But I’ve been here 6 days and where I was there was help. not here. I feel the only way out is to end it. I have no one here to talk to. No one….that’s all I think about because I feel like nobody would really care anyway!

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    • bipolarwhisper says:

      Are you currently in hospital or a treatment center? I know its hard, and I know right now there seems like no way out, but try not to make a permanent decision for a temporary problem. And I also know that right now it feels like the problem is permanent, but things always change. ((((gentle hugs))))

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  11. I too am a suicide survivor, thank you for being brave enough to tell you story.

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    • bipolarwhisper says:

      Thank you for coming to read it. Everything I write here, I write not only for me, but for anyone whom it might help.

      Like

  12. bipolarwhisper says:

    And I am so very glad that you survived!!

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