I
don’t know why, but on Saturday I found myself in a very dark place. I felt so sad, and I found myself crying, a
lot! Regardless of how
much I wanted to turn my thoughts around, I could not. All hope was lost. We live on a fucked up little planet with
fucked up little people who are happy slinging shit at one another, like
primates. I’m not sure as to what exactly triggered all this, but I had
to stop this blackness that creped deep into my soul. My focus quickly turned to suicide. So I researched the subject and sorrow
gripped my heart even tighter.
Suicide
is the 10th leading cause of death in the United States . Each year 44,193 Americans die by suicide;
numbers are estimated to be higher; but the stigma attached to suicide often leads to
underreporting. For every suicide it is estimated there were 25
others who attempted to kill themselves.
On average there are 121 suicides per day. Firearms account for almost 50% of all suicides. Men die by suicide 3.5 times more often than
women, yet females attempt suicide 3 times more than males. The rate is the highest among middle aged men
(white men in particular).
The
New York Times reported, in April 2016, that suicides surged to its highest
rates in nearly 30 years. The rates rose
by 2% per year beginning in 2006. The
article went on to say that, “American Indians had
the sharpest rise of all racial and ethnic groups, with rates rising by 89
percent for women and 38 percent for men. White middle-aged women had an
increase of 80 percent.”
Collectively
we are not happy people; we have to turn this all
around and bring happy back. 2006 is the
year of the Amish school shootings. It’s
the year of the Enron trial, and the year Saddam Hussein was sentenced to death;
money, guns and oil.
You
know there’s a serious issue when a society’s self destructive behavior impacts
a self-sufficient community that is totally disengaged from the modern
civilization. Events such as 9-11, and the
Amish schools shootings serve as road signs as to what’s to come, if we
continue down this road of destruction.
By
Saturday afternoon, I just shut down. I drowned
myself in alcohol until I couldn’t think anymore, and passed out early with an
upset stomach. It was dark when I awoke,
and I found myself in regret for wasting an entire day in such a manner.
I
rose early Sunday morning anticipating a day at the beach. But I still wasn’t myself. Instead of music thumping my ear drums, I found
myself listening to Louise Hay affirmations that I had recorded from YouTube,
as I rooted myself to the Earth and absorbed the radiating energy of the
sun.
By
the end of the day I was feeling more like myself, and even more so on
Monday. I can not tell you how I was
drawn into such a dark place that Saturday, but I can tell you this, it’ll get
better. The more we work on healing our
own sorrow, the better our world becomes.
Suicide Prevention Hotlines
Serving Pensacola
850-438-1617 or 850-623-6363
I stumbled onto this entry, your blog world after a query of suicide and Age of Aquarius. I have been often a healer for those struggling in suicide ideation, but this round it was that struggled to find meaning and still struggle for it.
ReplyDeleteOne of my past studies has been in the shift from a Piscean world into an Aquarius world - it helps to know I am not alone in this struggle.
Yet, my heart still hurts. I too have reflected on this struggle, greatly on my blog (healmonics.com) to find a reason for the suffering.
I'm still searching, but am grateful that search isn't alone.
Truly sorry to hear that you still struggle with depression. I had to actively turn my thoughts around to get myself balanced again. I wish you much love - good luck brother!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I hope to find meaning in it all.
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