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ORIGINAL: Gauge
I'm no coward, I am not weak, I am not all alone, I have a great support system and a wonderful woman who loves me more than life itself, I am simply tired of fighting this all the time... and so, I think about suicide.

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ORIGINAL: dcnovice
Forgive me, Greta, but the guy sounds like a major loser himself.

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ORIGINAL: Exidor
It is slowly coming to light that most antihistamines cause varying amounts of depression.

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ORIGINAL: Greta75

I know a guy who thinks that all people who wants to commit suicide are losers and don't deserve to live. So anyway, he had a female friend who confined in him that she feels like killing herself. He told her to go ahead, nobody gives a shit! The thing about this dude is, that he believes in tough love, hardcore talk, and all that shit, he believes that mollycoddling actually enables the problems.

But in this true story, that girl was in her early 20's. She jump off a building and killed herself.

And I said to him, despite that happening, how could he possibly still feel the way he does towards suicidal people? And he simply said, her dying was not his fault, she was planning to die already anyway! But I felt, he pushed her over the edge when she reached out to him. But he still feels, that may be so, but then she don't deserve to live if she did not want to live.

There are some psychologists out there who actually do believe in this reverse psychological method to help suicidal victims, but...., I just hope who-ever uses it, make really good judgement that, this person can really turn around through harsh reverse psychology.

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ORIGINAL: Exidor

Do you take allergy medication?

It is slowly coming to light that most antihistamines cause varying amounts of depression.

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ORIGINAL: YouName

@TheShyType

If you would allow me, why do you feel depression infects people? Even metaophorically. Depression in my humble opinion is a healthy reaction to an unhealthy situation. If more people acted upon what was causing their depression more people would find each other and help each other resolve their issues.

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I hope Gauge doesn't suffer the same fate as you have!

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ORIGINAL: YouName

I disagree. Life can cast a curse, a very real curse on you. Depression thus becomes permanent until that curse is lifted by you or a benelovent power. The chemical imbalances it causes will make it more difficult to resolve the problems which have caused it in the first place. But it is still necessary I think. Up to a point, when it breaks the person and leads to suicide or madness.

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ORIGINAL: YouName

People can see things differently. We don't have to convince each other. It serves no purpose when it comes to these things.

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ORIGINAL: YouName

@TheShyType

If you would allow me, why do you feel depression infects people? Even metaophorically. Depression in my humble opinion is a healthy reaction to an unhealthy situation. If more people acted upon what was causing their depression more people would find each other and help each other resolve their issues.

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ORIGINAL: YouName

I disagree. Life can cast a curse, a very real curse on you. Depression thus becomes permanent until that curse is lifted by you or a benelovent power. The chemical imbalances it causes will make it more difficult to resolve the problems which have caused it in the first place. But it is still necessary I think. Up to a point, when it breaks the person and leads to suicide or madness.

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ORIGINAL: Gauge

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ORIGINAL: YouName

I disagree. Life can cast a curse, a very real curse on you. Depression thus becomes permanent until that curse is lifted by you or a benelovent power. The chemical imbalances it causes will make it more difficult to resolve the problems which have caused it in the first place. But it is still necessary I think. Up to a point, when it breaks the person and leads to suicide or madness.

I have written and deleted several things to respond to this. I'm going to just let this go.

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ORIGINAL: theshytype

When I hear of a suicide, I feel sadness.  It's a reminder of my darkest times.  When I was lost and desperate and wanting it all to end.  I have been to that point and when my attempts went unsuccessful, it depressed me more.  It was that time when I felt like a coward.  Not because I reached that point but instead because I couldn't complete the task.  That made me feel weak.  I was given something I didn't ask for and I didn't have the strength to end it.  

Many people know what it's like, I know I'm not alone.  At those darkest moments though, one is alone.  It's walking a path and each turn is a dead end.  A rain cloud always above you.  Only you.  It's where the flowers die as you walk by.  Only you.  
There is no sun, no joy, no laughter.  It's as if you're in a glass box covered in mirrors.  You can't see, hear, smell, or touch the things everyone else can.  No one can see you behind the mirrors, but you can see them.  Once in a while a glimmer of hope, it seems that someone can see you.  They're trying to look through, then nothing.  They've given up.  

Depression sits inside a person, on their back, shoulders, head, in their heart.  It's everywhere.   It consumes it's host.  Some carry the burden for years and some succumb to the pain and feel they have no other way to detach from the monster. 

You physically ache from the burden.  You sleep when it lets you.  
It doesn't want anyone around, but you do.  It doesn't want to have fun, but you do.  
You try to hide from it, but it finds you.  You watch out for it, but it's invisible.  
You want to push it away, but it's a ghost.  
And just like the ghosts from spooky stories, some either believe in its powers and some do not.  But I assure you, it's very real.  

Depression IS hell on earth.  

Depression is selfish.  The victims of it are not.  Depression doesn't care who it inflicts or what other issues a person has going on.  It doesn't care that the person is a mother, father, sister, brother, or friend.  It doesn't care.  It comes and goes as it pleases.  

There won't always be signs and it's not easy to seek help.  Sometimes, there's fear of what will people think, how will they react, I don't want to burden them, they won't believe me, no one can help me, they just don't understand.  
Some people will be better at spotting depression in another much easier, some will have no clue.  It is no one's fault, really.  

Depression is not always the cause for suicide.  Illness, disease, conditions may be the driving force behind suicide.  For me, it doesn't matter why.  Emotional pain is just as awful as the physical.  
If someone feels enough cause to end their own life, that's their own decision and they know why.  

That's just my take, anyway, and what goes through my mind each and every time I hear of a suicide.

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ORIGINAL: theshytype

When I hear of a suicide, I feel sadness.  It's a reminder of my darkest times.  When I was lost and desperate and wanting it all to end.  I have been to that point and when my attempts went unsuccessful, it depressed me more.  It was that time when I felt like a coward.  Not because I reached that point but instead because I couldn't complete the task.  That made me feel weak.  I was given something I didn't ask for and I didn't have the strength to end it.  

Many people know what it's like, I know I'm not alone.  At those darkest moments though, one is alone.  It's walking a path and each turn is a dead end.  A rain cloud always above you.  Only you.  It's where the flowers die as you walk by.  Only you.  
There is no sun, no joy, no laughter.  It's as if you're in a glass box covered in mirrors.  You can't see, hear, smell, or touch the things everyone else can.  No one can see you behind the mirrors, but you can see them.  Once in a while a glimmer of hope, it seems that someone can see you.  They're trying to look through, then nothing.  They've given up.  

Depression sits inside a person, on their back, shoulders, head, in their heart.  It's everywhere.   It consumes it's host.  Some carry the burden for years and some succumb to the pain and feel they have no other way to detach from the monster. 

You physically ache from the burden.  You sleep when it lets you.  
It doesn't want anyone around, but you do.  It doesn't want to have fun, but you do.  
You try to hide from it, but it finds you.  You watch out for it, but it's invisible.  
You want to push it away, but it's a ghost.  
And just like the ghosts from spooky stories, some either believe in its powers and some do not.  But I assure you, it's very real.  

Depression IS hell on earth.  

Depression is selfish.  The victims of it are not.  Depression doesn't care who it inflicts or what other issues a person has going on.  It doesn't care that the person is a mother, father, sister, brother, or friend.  It doesn't care.  It comes and goes as it pleases.  

There won't always be signs and it's not easy to seek help.  Sometimes, there's fear of what will people think, how will they react, I don't want to burden them, they won't believe me, no one can help me, they just don't understand.  
Some people will be better at spotting depression in another much easier, some will have no clue.  It is no one's fault, really.  

Depression is not always the cause for suicide.  Illness, disease, conditions may be the driving force behind suicide.  For me, it doesn't matter why.  Emotional pain is just as awful as the physical.  
If someone feels enough cause to end their own life, that's their own decision and they know why.  

That's just my take, anyway, and what goes through my mind each and every time I hear of a suicide.

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I must agree with DC.