Posted by Camille Dumont on February 14, 2004, at 14:05:23
In reply to Re: I don't even know who I am anymore, posted by linkadge on February 14, 2004, at 13:15:03
(((Hug)))
Don't give up. Some meds can be horrible sometimes and make you become someone who's not really you.
Never felt more suicidal than when I was on Zyprexa ... because I thought "if this is what life is going to be ... a confused haze without meaning ... then I'd rather not be".
I was afraid that it was robbing me if my thoughts ... of my mind ... which I felt was like the only "good thing" about me ... thus taking my only reason for living.
What helped me imensly was both simple and life saving ... is getting pets. Since I couldn't and still can't rationalize why I'd want to live, I got pets ... so I go on living for them because they need me ... no matter how bad I feel or how sick I am they like me and love me and are always happy to see me. It cheers me up and its the number one reason that I don't attempt suicide.
If I die, nobody will be there for them. I have 4 norwegian rats ... and most people are prejudiced against them so they'd probably end up put to sleep if I were gone. So I go on ... I live. Even if for them ... even if its a temporaty thing ... a sort of band aid on the pain but it keeps me going.
If I feel suicidal I plop my rats on me and go play with them ... its hard to stay depressed when you have one rat's nose and whiskers tickling the inside of your ear, another one giving you a "manucure" and two of them having a wrestling match inside your shirt.
Its not always possible for people to get pets but it can help ... even if just a fish ... its still an ally on your side ... someone who will always root for you no matter what.
poster:Camille Dumont
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