Friday, July 23, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Friendship and Recovery
Hello loyal followers and friends, just another post in this saga.
Eight days agao, on the June 23, 2010, I had to do one of the hardest things in my life ever and that was having one of my best friends committed to a psych ward because she actually tried to kill herself, didn't just threaten to do it. She tried with pills and alcohol. When she finaly woke-up the next morning, she was shocked that she woke-up. Then, a little after 11:30 am, she called me crying, telling me she tried to kill herself and that she couldn't believe it didn't work, that she woke up. After I picked my mouth up off the floor, I immediately jumped in the car and went and picked her up, she only lives 4 blocks away, but before I did that, I went to her mother's house and left a note for her to call me immediately when she got home.
For a little background information, Mistie and I have been friends since the 8th grade at the ripe old age of 14yrs. My first year in public school, always went to private school. Mistie and I quickly became good friends. Over the years, we haven't always been in touch on a regular basis, but have always known that we could count on each other. I also use to take care of her son, while she worked during in first 2 years of life. That you're a little caught up on the relationship, let's continue.
So, for about 2 hours, Mistie and I were talking and getting no where! Then my phone rang and it was her mother, she had come home for lunch that day, thank God! I excused myself from the room, saying it was a business call and went outside to talk her mom. Her mom and I decided the best thing to do was to call 911. So her mom called and told them hom to get to my house, we didn't want Mistir to know that we had called. Trying to keep things as calm as possible. I went back into my house and we started watching TV and talking a little more, but she just kept repeating herself over and over," I can't believe it didn't work! I can't believe I woke up!" She had also written a suicide note outon the computer and printed it out,it had instructions as to what to do with what little she had left to her name. Apoligizing to her family and her 16 year old son.
Twenty minutes after I spoke with Mistie's mom, the police showed up at my door and all hell broke loose! First, my friend said she hated me for calling the police. I told her that I didn't make the call. They asked her a few questions, then they asked her if she still wanted to kill herself and she says," I just want to die!". Well, that was it, all they needed to baker act her. Three cop cars show up at my house, in my house and me all trying to talk Mistie into willing get in police car. I finally get her to go, get her in the back of the car, very pissed off at me and the cops for not waiting for her to smoke a cigerette, I think she was more pissed off about no being able to smoke, than anything.LOL!
Her mother and I went to see her the next day. She looked a little better, but extremely tired and mentally worn out. Talking to her, you could still hear the hopelessness in her voice.It was kinda of scary for me. I, at one time conteplated suicide, but never went any farther than that. So for the next 7 days she has been participating in all the different therapies they offer and can hear and see some changes, but I'm still not quite sure if it's genuine or for show. I hate to sound like that, but alot of people in her position are known to tell you what you want to hear, so they eventually can get alone, to try it all over again and I'm just not sure yet, hoping and praying for the best out come possible as well as everyone else involved.
Today,July 1,2010 we (meaning her dad, mom and myself) are meeting with Mistie and her Doctor to discuss her progress, our fears and what's next and what to expect, etc.I am very nervous, but that's just me, as my psychologist callls me his nervous little wreck.LOL!
I'm really hoping she can come home with us, but not sure what we are doing or we are going to handle things. This is all new territory for me and her parents.
I will keep you posted. Thanks for listening and have a wonderful day and remember God loves you!
Friday, January 22, 2010
Suicide Through a Child's Eyes
This is a story I want to share with you written by:TheDotMack
I woke up, just another day as a 12 year old boy. I was living with my mother at the time, a few days after my parents first separated. I was in limbo, waiting to move in with my Father, the healthier, more stable parent of the two.
My mother was sick her entire life; mentally ill and emotionally insecure - she never had the strength to live life on life terms the way I’ve learned to today. Being 12 years old, the only thing I knew was what I experienced in my immediate family unit, I didn’t know the difference between healthy and unhealthy relationships because I was only presented with the unhealthy.
For some reason or another, whether it be her marriage ending, her maddening depression, or who knows what, my mother cried out for help. She put a knife to her throat and exclaimed “Why don’t you love me!”
This picture in my mind is very clear. I can remember seeing cuts on my mothers wrists for years and years and was haunted by this memory for a long time, before I went to treatment and started working a program to deal with it.
My sister, 15 years old at the time, had to call the police to intervene. She surely wasn’t strong enough to deal with the weight of my mother’s life on her hands, and I surely wasn’t strong enough either. Thank god my sister took that immediate action - I treasured the years I’ve had with my mother since then, albeit rocky, but still very important in my life.
You may have seen an email, a banner ad, and a bunch of posts on InTheRooms.com and our Facebook page about the organization, “To Write Love On Her Arms.” This organization is currently the front runner in the “Chase Community Giving” contest being held on Facebook this week, with a chance to win $1,000,000.
Their plan is to develop a website called IMALIVE, a place online where people can go 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, and speak to certified crisis prevention counselors via instant message. A large portion of the money won from Chase Community Giving will be used to train and certify people to answer messages on IMALIVE. At InTheRooms.com, we know the power of the internet can be used to change lives, we know it can be easier to send a message online than it is to make a phone call or speak to someone in person, and we know that this can make a significant impact on the world.
This cause is very close to my heart - no one should ever live without hope.
I woke up, just another day as a 12 year old boy. I was living with my mother at the time, a few days after my parents first separated. I was in limbo, waiting to move in with my Father, the healthier, more stable parent of the two.
My mother was sick her entire life; mentally ill and emotionally insecure - she never had the strength to live life on life terms the way I’ve learned to today. Being 12 years old, the only thing I knew was what I experienced in my immediate family unit, I didn’t know the difference between healthy and unhealthy relationships because I was only presented with the unhealthy.
For some reason or another, whether it be her marriage ending, her maddening depression, or who knows what, my mother cried out for help. She put a knife to her throat and exclaimed “Why don’t you love me!”
This picture in my mind is very clear. I can remember seeing cuts on my mothers wrists for years and years and was haunted by this memory for a long time, before I went to treatment and started working a program to deal with it.
My sister, 15 years old at the time, had to call the police to intervene. She surely wasn’t strong enough to deal with the weight of my mother’s life on her hands, and I surely wasn’t strong enough either. Thank god my sister took that immediate action - I treasured the years I’ve had with my mother since then, albeit rocky, but still very important in my life.
You may have seen an email, a banner ad, and a bunch of posts on InTheRooms.com and our Facebook page about the organization, “To Write Love On Her Arms.” This organization is currently the front runner in the “Chase Community Giving” contest being held on Facebook this week, with a chance to win $1,000,000.
Their plan is to develop a website called IMALIVE, a place online where people can go 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year, and speak to certified crisis prevention counselors via instant message. A large portion of the money won from Chase Community Giving will be used to train and certify people to answer messages on IMALIVE. At InTheRooms.com, we know the power of the internet can be used to change lives, we know it can be easier to send a message online than it is to make a phone call or speak to someone in person, and we know that this can make a significant impact on the world.
This cause is very close to my heart - no one should ever live without hope.
The After Effects
Well, it's been awhile, so let me catch you up on things. Back in September, I had like 10 teeth pulled and got temporary dentures. The reason for this , is because when smoke crack, that fire is so hot, it's like pouring acid on your teeth. It makes them rot, from the inside out. They crumble into little pieces.
So now, the few teeth I have left, are now doing the same thing, so I'm going to have them pull the remaining 14 teeth that I have and get full dentures, so I don't have to worry about any more. It will be so nice to have a full mouth of teeth again.
As for life in general, I'm doing great and staying clean!
So now, the few teeth I have left, are now doing the same thing, so I'm going to have them pull the remaining 14 teeth that I have and get full dentures, so I don't have to worry about any more. It will be so nice to have a full mouth of teeth again.
As for life in general, I'm doing great and staying clean!
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