They're unaware that it is the depression — not the situation — that's influencing them to see things in a "there's no way out," "it will never get better," "there's nothing I can do" kind of way. When depression lifts because someone gets the proper therapy or treatment, the distorted thinking is cleared.
The person can find pleasure, energy, and hope again. But while someone is seriously depressed, suicidal thinking is a real concern. People with a condition called bipolar disorder are also more at risk for suicide because their condition can cause them to go through times when they are extremely depressed as well as times when they have abnormally high or frantic energy called mania or manic. Both of these extreme phases of bipolar disorder affect and distort a person's mood, outlook, and judgment.
For people with this condition, it can be a challenge to keep problems in perspective and act with good judgment. Teens with alcohol and drug problems are also more at risk for suicidal thinking and behavior. Alcohol and some drugs have depressive effects on the brain.
Misuse of these substances can bring on serious depression. That's especially true for some teens who already have a tendency to depression because of their biology, family history, or other life stressors.
The problem can be made worse because many people who are depressed turn to alcohol or drugs as an escape. But they may not realize that the depressive effects alcohol and drugs have on the brain can actually intensify depression in the long run. Besides their depressive effects, alcohol and drugs affect a person's judgment.
They interfere with the ability to assess risk, make good choices, and think of solutions to problems. Many suicide attempts happen when someone is under the influence of alcohol or drugs. This doesn't mean that everyone who is depressed or who has an alcohol or drug problem will try to kill themselves, of course. But these conditions — especially both together — increase a person's risk for suicide.
Sometimes a depressed person plans a suicide in advance. Many times, though, suicide attempts happen impulsively, in a moment of feeling desperately upset. A situation like a breakup, a big fight with a parent, an unintended pregnancy, being outed by someone else, or being victimized in any way can cause someone to feel desperately upset.
Often, a situation like this, on top of an existing depression, acts like the final straw. Some people who attempt suicide mean to die and some aren't completely sure they want to die. For some, a suicide attempt is a way to express deep emotional pain. They can't say how they feel, so, for them, attempting suicide feels like the only way to get their message across. Sadly, many people who really didn't mean to kill themselves end up dead or critically ill.
Often, there are signs that someone may be thinking about or planning a suicide attempt. Here are some of them:. Being a teen is not easy. There are many new social, academic, and personal pressures. And for people who have other problems to deal with, such as living in violent or abusive environments, life can feel even harder. Some teens worry about sexuality and relationships , wondering if their feelings and attractions are normal, or if they will be loved and accepted.
Others struggle with body image and eating problems — trying to reach an impossible ideal leaves them feeling bad about themselves. Some teens have learning problems or attention problems that make it hard for them to succeed in school. They may feel disappointed in themselves or feel they are a disappointment to others. Your feelings are just feelings. But important. There are many people who cannot articulate these kinds of experiences—so I agree the writer has potential to help herself and others.
The health systems, even in progressive Canada, are part of the problem. It takes time to heal and it can be done. Thank you for your blog. To clear up any confusion about what I am going to write, I thought it would be a good idea to start with the fact that I am under the age of I have suffered with depression for the last years of my life as a result of much sadness concentrated in a short span of time.
My tragedies are not comparable to some of the horrible things that have happened to the people above, but I was a small child then, and it destroyed me emotionally. When I was 9, my parent got a divorce. My parents sat me and my sister down and told us about it, and then told us to go to bed.
The next morning my dad was out of the house, and I was left in a daze. Later on that year, or maybe in the next year I cannot remember exactly my grandfather who was very close to me, passed away approximately 2 weeks before my birthday.
I loved him dearly, and it hurt to see him gone forever. My father who even though was not living with me I still visited with every once and a while decided to send me to therapy, which if anything made my condition worse. The counselor that I was sent to treated me as an infant, and could not comprehend that I had a firm grasp on the world even at a young age. I have always had the ability to comprehend situations beyond what is normal for my age. A year and a half later I was out and depressed, though at this point I had not fully sunk yet.
Two years later, I had a sort of traumatic experience I would rather not say as it brings back pain that really sent me into depression. I told no one about it in a childish belief that I could deal with whatever was thrown at me, and suffered through another years of near crashing and mental breakdowns, until I finally snapped and started slamming my head against a wall one day.
When my mother heard this she talked with me, and I had told her how I had been feeling depressed and it had gotten suicidal in the recent times. I was put yet again towards a therapist who treated me as unequal, in reality as someone far below him.
They put me on medication this time, and it had little to no effect in the first 2 months, the only effect being to weaken my mental condition. After months of therapy I stopped again because I had gotten nowhere, and I was in high school and did not have time for much other than homework. I continued the medication, but something had started with the second round of therapy and the medication was a sense that there was no happiness even if I did survive my depression.
I was still a logical thinker, and I had somewhat rational reasons of why I did not want to keep living. As you stated, it was not so much a wish to die as a wish to stop living. Well, my depression and suicidal thoughts continued till the present day when I am typing this. I still feel as if the only reason I am alive is because I am too weak to end it. Thank you for having this forum, it is a good thing to get all of this off my chest as none of my friends know that I am suicidal, and my own sister does not even know I am depressed.
Jeff : My heart breaks to hear your story. Despite the fact that therapy has not only failed to help you but also perhaps made you worse, I would strongly encourage you to keep seeking help in that realm. There really are good therapists out there who will treat you as an equal and who can help you improve. There is a better life possible for you. Extremely rare is the person who is depressed for whom we can do nothing to help.
Continue to seek counseling until you find a therapist you can trust. They do exist. You could, however, hope your patient has found peace. Too many lies. Many wounds never heal. Many wounds are caused by the very people turned to for help. Help them get their affairs in order beforehand.
That would be Angelic. It took me four years before I felt the desire to live again, but unbelievably it happened. Had I been a successful suicide, I would never have had the chance to enjoy life again. Preventing suicide is not forcing someone to live. I guarantee that no matter how unloved a person feels, there is someone out there probably more than a few who would be devastated by the loss.
Who are we to say we know better than this person? And, also, some people really are alone. Perhaps the parents has passed and they have no family of their own—it happens. I believe a painless and dignified passing should be available to every free adult. You are right, I am projecting my experience onto other people.
But I also know many people who are survivors of suicide. I believe that puts me in a good position to have knowledge about this.
I know one woman, for example, whose father committed suicide before she was born. They never met. Likely, he too believed that no one cared for him, or that his life was hopeless.
Yet look at the life-long impact his suicide had on another person he never knew. You could even extend that out, to the people whose lives this woman might have enriched, had she been able to give and receive affection. It takes a lot of hard dedicated work to reach back into life and build relationships, but I would argue that this possible for everyone. We have one opportunity to choose life over death, why settle for defeat? No one chooses to be in this much pain.
The pain comes in horrific waves and all I can do is take walks to get through the waves. Plus I am of the belief that if you give into the pain and kill yourself you will be immediately reincarnated to live a miserable life again. So with that in mind I struggle though the tides, my head barely above the waters of my never-ending painful existence. I lost my house right after my husband died; then within a year I lost my job, then my car.
We live on his death benefits barely. The chronic stress and subsequent high blood pressure has caused me to go into heart failure repeatedly. Every time I go into an arrhythmia I just lay down and hope to die and finally have peace only to wake up swollen in congestive heart failure.
The only friends I had were at work; once the job was gone no one talked to me anymore. I literally have no one but my kids. I applied for social security disability but lost my case. I just keep losing at everything I try, each defeat causing me to sink ever further into the pits of despair.
In 2 years the social security gets cut off and all I have to look forward to is being homeless in 2 years. If you had appendicitis or cancer it would be acceptable for someone else to help out with your children. Maybe your kids school has some resources? There are many programs now for re training in health and other fields support professions phlebotomy, pharmacy assistant, etc.
Getting back into the work force may give you a new perspective. A special yoga teacher who accepts sliding scale or even free classes can totally change your life. Getting a bipolar disorder in balance can also change things dramatically. Actually it was the local hospital that I got fired from 5 years ago. During work when my blood pressure shot up and I landed in the ER it came out that I was on psych meds. Nurses gossip despite what the law says.
It was shocking how people who knew me for years started treating me different once they found out I was a psych patient. I know that people in the medical field are educated and should know better. The only ones that treated me the same and actually were upset about how I was being treated once I was outed were the ER doctors.
One example is they had me changing personalities and acting like a 6-year-old child. Soon the witch hunt began. My boss had security watching my every move on the camaras. The security guards felt bad about it and told me. My work load was doubled so I could be complained about everyday no matter how hard I worked.
Between knowing sooner or later that I was going to be fired and knowing my every move was being observed I became a nervous wreck. When the day finally came when I was called at home and told not to report to work I was actually relieved it was finally over. When I went to the administration and was being read the statements my co-workers made against me I had to ask them to stop because I was so embarrassed I wanted to die.
They put me on leave so I could stabilize and said to me that when you come back if we hear one more complaint about you, your job will be terminated then handed me a urine specimen cup. I never smoked weed before or during work. But once I came up positive I was fired; best of all because I was fired for a failed drug test I was not entitled to unemployment. I had my first in a series of nervous breakdowns walking out that door.
I have a medical assistants diploma and a massage therapy diploma that they take money out of my check for. I applied for social security disability but was denied; the hospital seemed to go out of their way to make sure I was denied.
As for the system there is no way in hell I would willingly let my kids there. When I was 13 years old and started getting sick and hospitalized my wonderful parents decided I was a mental defective as they call me and signed me over to New York State. Because I defended myself too well against lesbians trying to molest me I was deemed violent which made it impossible to place me anywhere.
So at 14 years old naive and innocent having never committed a crime I was placed in a juvenile detention facility. Not only was my illness never treated there but I was ganged up on and attacked basically daily for being a blonde-haired blue-eyed white devil. I have developed a heart condition in the last few years and have gone into 6 arrhythmias and subsequent congestive heart failure.
So you see that even though those are all wonderful suggestions and I thank you for being kind enough to make them, none of them work for me. If it were only that simple I would have done those things years ago. I have a hard enough time coming up with the money I need to go to the doctor to keep up on my blood pressure medicine which I will die without. There is no way I can come up with even more money to pay for psych meds and yoga classes.
If you truely want to save my life take a collection and get me a used car this way. I can get another job with insurance so I can take care of my own health issues. People give their teenage kids used cars everyday. But no matter who I ask or how much I beg and plead—. My own parents would rather let me wither away and die.
You have no idea how much this hurts. That has been confirmed by a doctor. I truly wish I was dead. It sounds like what your success is hinging on is lack of transportation. You said you live in California… is there public transit?
I used that to get on my feet. I live in AZ and public transportation is scarce and unreliable at best. I did a bit of research to see if I could find a program in Arizona that donates reliable cars to people in need. I would be curious to know if they can help, or maybe point you to another organization that can. Gail, I truly feel your pain as I have been going through pretty much the same thing.
I was wrongfully fired from my job after 11 years. They are fighting my unemployment and I cannot find another job.
I lost my car to a title loan company to pay my rent and now I have no money to pay my rent and the judge ordered me evicted by the end of this year. With no job, no unemployment benefits and the state of Texas not assisting with benefits or even food stamps… I will be completely homeless in a week.
I am bipolar with PTSD and social anxiety disorder. I have been dealing with these conditions and diagnosis for over 30 years. My family has disowned me and will not speak to me for about a year and a half. The very few friends or people I thought of as friends I did have took all of my belongings worth any money and any savings I had and now are nowhere to be found. I have not spoken to another human being in over a week since no one calls me or texts me or anything.
All I have is myself and my three dogs, who have been with me through everything for the last 10 years. I really am at peace with the decision to just go ahead and commit suicide. Comitting suicide is not wrong. I likely arrived the party too late, but I have a question for Gail. You said you went into congestive heart failure 6 times?
Are you not being treated for your enlarged heart? Dependent on your ejection fraction, a diagnosis of cardiomyopathy qualifies you to obtain disability benefits. You NEED to be. Your condition qualifies you to receive Medicaid also. And Medicaid will cover the ongoing medical attention, education, tests, etc. Thanks for your reflections. They ring so true and make you want to join in. I too tried to commit suicide many years ago and became better once I made a conscious decision to leave that stress.
The meds didnt work for me as it made me hyper. Since then I have had bouts of depression and chronic suicide ideation. I just kind of go through a fog and most of the time it is unnoticed at work. When I am sad, I just acknowledge it and hope that it will pass. It needs to be managed aggressively so I am not sure why you have not received any state benefit. Hey, Alex, it seems you have stopped replying to comments, which makes sense as this is quite an old post. The thought of suicide scares me although I have attempted it before.
It seems to be my only escape from this horrific world, though. Everything scares me. I could really use your help. Have you seen a therapist or talked to your doctor about this? It is not within the power nor ability of man to dictate his coming into the world nor have control over his lot while in the world. Neither is man in control of his demise and the cause of his leaving time and entering eternity.
I recently came across a very relevant and deeply thoughtful book that might allow interested parties to understand and perhaps, revision the journey of life to death. It is:. Pg For in the underworld all is stripped away, and life is upside down.
We are further than the expectations based on life experience, and the wisdom derived from it. The other side of the mysterious identity of Dionysos within Hades says that there is a zoe, a vitality in all underworld phenomena.
The realm of the dead is not as dead as we expect it. Hades too can rape and also seize the psyche through sexual fantasies. Although without thymus, body, or voice there is hidden libido in the shadows. The images in Hades are also Dionysian—not fertile in the natural sense, but in the psychic sense, imaginatively fertile.
There is an imagination below the earth that abounds in animal forms, that reveals and makes music. Hades and Dionysos are the same. As Hades darkens Dionysos toward his own tragedy, Dionysos softens and rounds out Hades into his own richness. To be raped into the underworld is not the only move of experiencing it. There are many other modes of descent. But when it comes in this radical fashion, then we may know which mytheme has encased us.
That world has to open up. When the bottom falls out, we feel only the black abyss of despair, but this is not the only way to experience even this mytheme. For instance, Hekate was supposedly standing by the whole time, listening or watching.
In us is also a dark angel Hecate was also called angelos , a conscious and she was called phosphoros that which shines in the dark. It is as if the should frees itself not from blindness but by its continuing turning in it. Ultimately, if the spontaneous mandala heals, it does so because it compels a recognition of the limitation of consciousness, that my mind and heart and will turn only in a circle, and yet that same circle is my portion of an eternal necessity.
My boyfriend shot himself in the head in front of me. We met while both in unhappy marriages. We left our spouses and were struggling to be together.
He had lost his job and his ex-wife cleaned him out financially. The stress was overwhelming and I stopped doing the things that he fell in love with. He said I ruined his life, but I had not been the one to bankrupt him or make him loose his job. He was about to be evicted. I think he could not handle any more loss. I would have done anything for him. He changed the last few weeks before he died. I saw some strange things the night he blew his brains out in front of me. Since then I have lost my business, my finances are in ruin and I cry every day.
I can not reconcile my life without his love. I know I will never be close to the person I was before. Such an impact. I think he might have shot me first but as he pulled the gun he tripped and it went off piercing through his brain wishing into the wall beside where I stood. My life is empty without him. I often think of suicide but can never go through with it. How can I let go of someone who meant so much and is irreplaceable?
Victoria : Your thoughts now are more a reflection of your grief and depression, coming from the magnitude of your loss and the horrific way in which you lost it. Personally in my own life I have learned that the thoughts I was having about ending the pain was from sheer hopelessness.
Frustration from attempts to better some of the worst situations imaginable. I also think that there is a seventh reason that was left out on that list. If you take a look at all of our centers and the effect they have on all of us you will be able to plainly see that our centers are who we are and when you loose such an integral part of who you are regardless if that something is not you.
You in turn loose your sense of self and if you will your reason for being you. I will tell you from my own experience and being as close as I believe anybody can possibly be and still be here is a true miracle. I thank my family and true friends that knew me well enough to struggle with my depression and help me through it. I have gone to some therapy. My depression and reflections on the event seem to consume who I am now. No longer the wild fun-loving risk-taker I used to be; just a sad shell of the person I once was.
Thank you for your blog as I have no one to talk to. He was also molested at the age of 16 by a stranger that he assumed to be a friend since his restrictive upbringing has taught him to trust all and only the members of his religious community. He also was likely molested at 12 years of age but only remembers waking up in the middle of the night stark naked with his pajamas, undershirt and underpants on the floor next to him.
Even prostitutes turn him down. His sexuality, soul, and sheer will are slowly dying a desperate and painful death. I was actually looking for a site which would give me information with regards to helping end my living existence.
This may sound odd but being able to die has been my safety net from the age of 5 when I realized what was actually happening to me. I was taken from my birth mother at the age of 3 in need of care and protection.
I went to live with two people who abused me from the age of three until 14; this included constant beatings around my head, being called names such as wog and nigger, saying that because of my colour I would be a failure and amount to nothing.
They used to make me strip naked in front of a window and wash myself in a sink. My baths had to be freezing cold. However when my social worker visited or friends they would dress me up, smother me with hugs and kisses. I tried to speak to certain adults; however they did not believe me.
Even when the witnessed me being locked out in the snowy weather in my pajamas. The list of abuse is endless. Someone finally listened when one morning I had been beaten around the head so badly with a frying pan that the blood was still pouring from my head when I arrived at school.
By this time I had been lying and able to cover up my injuries by saying I fell over bumped into a door etc. This time my teacher did not believe me and called the police. I then moved around from foster homes. I lived in many as I found it hard to communicate and bond with the families I lived with; it was not an unusual sight for me to see my bags in the hallway on my return home from school… the same reason I was unable to communicate with the family and fit in.
I can always end my life, I will just try and live for today and get through it. However I have attempted suicide four times. I can cope with people—mainly adults whom I employ. I think this is my problem with my employees. I really do not want to exist. Hence my stumbling across your page.
I just want to get rid of these inner pains. I still wake up every day wanting to end my existence. Previously people have mentioned the pain we cause those we have left behind. And they have lost loved ones in the past; time will heal them. Carole : Heartbreaking to hear your story. But I wonder: have you really tried all viable options? But could it make you feel better enough to help you address the real problem, which could take years.
One thing I know for sure is that with suicide, any chance that you could have resolved your pain and led a meaningful, satisfying existence will vanish. I wish you all the best of luck. Carol, some people treat their ailments by facing the biggest fear that they have, whether it be heights and jumping from a plane, or bugs and holding a tarantula. It seems to me that you face your biggest fear every single day and every minute of it, just by living.
My story is a mere fraction of yours. Yes, there was physical abuse and an almost constant demeaning of my existence throughout my childhood. That was so hard for me and crippling. Multiply my story by 10, and we have your story. All that I can say is that when your mind can finally align itself with your successes, both big and small did someone smile at you today?
Did you get through work? Were you able to feed yourself or someone else? Did you help someone? Did you wake up and put one foot in front of the other? Did you…? Finally believing that your very existence proves that those evil people were wrong. It might make you feel more vulnerable than you do, even now. For me, I figured it out when I saw a very young child being treated as I was, at her age. My heart went out to her. That child was, and will always be, ME.
It hurts. Always will. But it helps me love myself. No one can really take away your ability to end your life; there are millions of ways. You are the only one who can, and has, decided to save your life for just one more day. Because I love me, and you sound like me. I lost my mother on April 7, Today—80th day—still I am crying.
I want my mother. Every minute I am asking my mother come back to me or take me with her. Every day she comes on my dream. But she is not taking me. I want to go to her. After I did so many researches I realized that I have to commit suicide. Please advise me if I suicide can I reach my mother.
There is no words to express how much I love my mother. I think you will understand my situation. Shan : You will not reach your mother by killing yourself! Please know that the grief you are experiencing is entirely normal. It is also entirely normal for it to fade—it will just do so slowly. In fact, there are good studies that show resolution of grief is the norm. You just have to hang in there until the pain ebbs, as it will.
Please reach out to your doctor, to your friends, to support groups for help during this terrible time. I promise you, it does get better. Sometimes it is not because a person has had something done to them but rather they have done something unspeakable to someone else. I came across your post by accident and was most interested and so glad to read your reason number 5.
I feel that when the time comes, I will know that I have lived life to the fullest, have accomplished most things I wanted to or could do with the hand I was dealt, had many wonderful relationships, loved, have been loved, etc.
When the time comes that I become incapacitated, am nothing but an emotional and financial burden to my loved ones, have nothing more to contribute,….. I have given it much thought and found an organization that would quietly and discretely provide the cocktail which I would then keep in a safe place for just that purpose when the time comes.
Knowing full well that life almost never does what you expect, I am probably wrong and will end up not able to control this, hahaha. Anyway, it is something I can at least plan for, for my own peace of mind. FYI, I am 71 years of age, a recent widow, have wonderful kids, an interesting life, but unfortunately, I have pretty discouraging physical obstacles which make me want to plan ahead.
I love my family and friends way too much to hurt them like that and would only carry out my plan when only positive can result from it.
Non-terminal illnesses are torture, they are the REAL problem because they cause slow, uncomfortable suffering. Any long-term physical or mental intolerably uncomfortableness is reason for justifiable suicide. The only thing worse than a terminal illness, is a non-terminal illness that does not have the decency to end the discomfort and suffering that it causes. AND it does not have to be an illness at all!
If you have a history of recurrent depression, but never do suicide because of it—you have to be secretive about being justifiably suicidal to escape tardive dyskinesia or dementia —otherwise you will be forced against your will to a psych ward or told to take antidepressants even though the depression is not the problem but the upcoming dementia and quality of life from tardive dyskinesia is the problem.
It is a huge mistake to blame depression for causing suicide attempts that are actually caused by other things, like wanting to escape long term medication induced health problems or dementia or ALS or terminal cancer. I have severe depression. My husband just dropped dead while having sex with another woman. There were 4 others. His family is blaming me for his overdose and cheating. They won all of my assets in a trial due to Nevada and its screwy laws.
People are cruel. My grandma was verbally abusive and so were my parents. Because I know people are talking about how disgusting I am. All too often, there is a primary illness or sadly, illnesses which leads to a secondary depression.
Thus, if such persons are treated for depression, it is like talking to a burning house. A person who ends his or her life after years of suffering is akin to those poor souls who jumped from atop the burning world trade center: they did not want to die, and yet they reached their capacity to endure extreme suffering.
What courage and strength: to jump rather than be consumed by flame! And sometimes, all it takes is a kind word or a quick smile to help keep us going, and more importantly, help to keep us wanting to go on, for another day, or month, or year. Life indeed is wonderful: we just want to be in it, or at least inhabit a small part of it, with less suffering. I wish you luck in finding another therapist quickly. Your blog rang true for me.
I recovered and, while I still had occasional bouts of darkness, the feeling of not wanting to be never came back.
The thought comes in the space of seconds. At the time. Which perplexes me. Lam : What it sounds like is simply an intrusive thought, the kind that people have all the time for no clear reason.
Really interesting post, and site in general, look forward to reading more. However, I would perhaps add another reason factor in why people commit suicide and this would be from the effects of psychiatric drugs themselves. I experienced this first hand, from Seroxat called Paxil in the US. Truthman30 : Interestingly, one thought about why some antidepressants can increase the risk of suicide in some patients is that the vegetative symptoms of depression often improve before the mood disorder—which means, essentially, that patients often get their energy back before their mood improves.
I was googling about suicide not being about someone being sick but about someone being depressed. Your article mentions several reasons but I find one missing. What about just not being a part of society?
I was an abused child, rejected then by extended family, had an abusive partner, left him, now alone, unable to have children, friends just never become family, boundaries never end. I am always someone less, someone that can be let go at any moment. A person with chronic pain or a terminal illness can also feel like a burden to others, as it becomes harder and harder to ask for yet another ride to the doctor's office or more help with household duties or assistance paying for hospital bills.
In fact, many people who decide to commit suicide often state that their loved ones or the world, in general, would be better off without them. This type of rhetoric is a common warning sign of suicide. People often see themselves as a burden to others or feel worthless due to the overwhelming emotional burden they are carrying within.
A person can become socially isolated for many reasons, including losing friends or a spouse, undergoing a separation or divorce, physical or mental illness, social anxiety, retirement, or due to a move to a new location. Social isolation can also be caused by internal factors such as low self-esteem. This can lead to loneliness and other risk factors of suicide such as depression and alcohol or drug misuse.
Sometimes people attempt suicide not so much because they really want to die, but because they simply don't know how to get help. Suicide attempts are not a cry for attention but a cry for help. It becomes a way to demonstrate to the world just how much they are hurting. Unfortunately, these cries for help may sometimes prove to be fatal if the person misjudges the lethality of their chosen method.
People who make a failed attempt are also at a much higher risk of trying again, and their second attempts are much more likely to be lethal. Some situations that appear to be suicide may actually be an accidental death. Other accidental suicides include unintentional overdoses and firearm and poisoning suicides. You may never know why a person committed suicide. While it might have appeared that someone had everything to live for, it probably didn't feel that way to them.
If you are having suicidal thoughts, contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at for support and assistance from a trained counselor. If you or a loved one are in immediate danger, call For more mental health resources, see our National Helpline Database.
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