I love Elton John, but when he came out with "Don't Go Breakin' My Heart" with Kiki Dee, I almost barfed. It was written by Elton John with Bernie Taupin under the pseudonyms "Ann Orson" and "Carte Blanche" (a pun on the expression "an horse and cart, Blanche"), and intended as an affectionate pastiche of the Tamla Motown style, notably the various duets recorded by Marvin Gaye and singers such as Tammi Terrell and Kim Weston. [from Wikipedia]
Hated that song. But it's a perfect segue to today's topic: Suicidal thoughts.
I've lost far too many friends to suicide. One friend even survived his initial injury and lived thirty more days. He got to see how many people loved him, deeply and dearly loved him, and he was so thankful he lived -- until complications from the original damage arose and took him from us once more. It was bittersweet; he came to understand how precious life is and how much he was loved, and for that and the extra month he was here, I am grateful.
Some thoughts about suicide:
I read an article about gun suicides, and contained within it were these words: "Research shows that suicide is an impulsive act—one study found that 25 percent of people who attempted it did so after deliberating for less than five minutes—and most had considered it for less than a day. Usually the impulse strikes not long after an interpersonal crisis of some sort."
Take a few minutes RIGHT NOW and tell yourself why you will NEVER commit suicide, no matter what. Convince yourself there is nothing you cannot get past, no low so low you can't rise above it, no shame so great that you can't endure it -- no sorrow so deep you cannot dig out of it.
Please, have hope. Consciously practice right this very minute why you will choose to get through it if/when you have suicidal ideation. Think of the reasons for living right now so you will remember them if time comes when you think you want to end it.
I PROMISE you someone loves you. If you don't believe it, know that at the very least *I* love you.
Don't go breakin' my heart.~~GH