Skipadeedoodah
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So I found out about an hour ago that a very close friend of mine took his own life this past Sunday. His name was Rob, and he was 24.
The reason I'm choosing to share this with everybody isn't necessarily for condolences or prayers. I'm actually not 100% sure why I'm choosing to share this. I guess I just feel like his death was so tragic and unexpected, I'm hoping that some good can come out of it somewhere.
Rob was very depressed for a long time. He would often talk to me about feeling hopeless, binge drink at home by himself, engage in activities, like promiscuity, that were just so incredibly out of character for him. He often expressed feeling like he was in a rut, like he wasn't going anywhere in life. He couldn't keep a job, because he would lose the motivation to get up and go there in the morning. The only thing that ever seemed to fill whatever void he had in his life was working on cars.
Of course I'm asking myself all kinds of questions. Why didn't I see this coming? Why didn't he call me? Why hadn't I talked to him for a month? Why did I blow him off that one time he wanted to hang out? There is a crazy mix of emotions, but ultimately I know that I didn't see it coming because he didn't want me to. He didn't call me because he didn't want me to stop him. I didn't talk to him for a month because life gets in the way, and I blew him off that night because I was tired. None of that changes anything. Even if I had done everything 100% perfectly, this wasn't my choice to make for him.
That having been said, I do wish that I had taken him more seriously when he was upset. I would sit and talk with him when he was sad, and try to give him advice and help him to feel better, but I never realized the severity of the situation. I always felt like he was being dramatic and/or seeking attention. I never considered that he was actually in more pain than I ever imagined.
I don't really know what my goal is here - I guess I'm just hoping that somebody at some point might read this and pay more attention to a Rob in their life, or maybe someone in Rob's position will read this and realize that there are people out there who you they can reach out to, people who are going to be in unbelivable pain if and when you make the decision to take your own life.
Also, people out there who might be participating in other self-harming behavior, not necesarily suicide attempts, but something as minor as ripping off a hang nail to feel the pain -- I want them to realize that they're on a slippery slope. I bet if you asked Rob 6 months ago if he thought he was going to commit suicide, he would have said not a chance. But when you don't handle your emotional pain, and especially when you begin to self-harm as a crude form of therapy, you're in dangerous territory.
Maybe this will serve as a wake-up call to somebody somewhere - maybe not. I guess I just needed to get it off my chest.
The reason I'm choosing to share this with everybody isn't necessarily for condolences or prayers. I'm actually not 100% sure why I'm choosing to share this. I guess I just feel like his death was so tragic and unexpected, I'm hoping that some good can come out of it somewhere.
Rob was very depressed for a long time. He would often talk to me about feeling hopeless, binge drink at home by himself, engage in activities, like promiscuity, that were just so incredibly out of character for him. He often expressed feeling like he was in a rut, like he wasn't going anywhere in life. He couldn't keep a job, because he would lose the motivation to get up and go there in the morning. The only thing that ever seemed to fill whatever void he had in his life was working on cars.
Of course I'm asking myself all kinds of questions. Why didn't I see this coming? Why didn't he call me? Why hadn't I talked to him for a month? Why did I blow him off that one time he wanted to hang out? There is a crazy mix of emotions, but ultimately I know that I didn't see it coming because he didn't want me to. He didn't call me because he didn't want me to stop him. I didn't talk to him for a month because life gets in the way, and I blew him off that night because I was tired. None of that changes anything. Even if I had done everything 100% perfectly, this wasn't my choice to make for him.
That having been said, I do wish that I had taken him more seriously when he was upset. I would sit and talk with him when he was sad, and try to give him advice and help him to feel better, but I never realized the severity of the situation. I always felt like he was being dramatic and/or seeking attention. I never considered that he was actually in more pain than I ever imagined.
I don't really know what my goal is here - I guess I'm just hoping that somebody at some point might read this and pay more attention to a Rob in their life, or maybe someone in Rob's position will read this and realize that there are people out there who you they can reach out to, people who are going to be in unbelivable pain if and when you make the decision to take your own life.
Also, people out there who might be participating in other self-harming behavior, not necesarily suicide attempts, but something as minor as ripping off a hang nail to feel the pain -- I want them to realize that they're on a slippery slope. I bet if you asked Rob 6 months ago if he thought he was going to commit suicide, he would have said not a chance. But when you don't handle your emotional pain, and especially when you begin to self-harm as a crude form of therapy, you're in dangerous territory.
Maybe this will serve as a wake-up call to somebody somewhere - maybe not. I guess I just needed to get it off my chest.
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