Let's talk about depression/attempted suicide

[holdme]

lurker's thread for reference

haven't read the op yet, but this was probably those most touching thing ive seen on the internet, certainly 2+2

[holdme]

waiting eagerly for part 2, op

[pepper123]

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waiting eagerly for part 2, op

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[egocidal]

zoloft helps me, but sometimes I still revert back to my old self if I stop for like 3 days or so. One attempt, failed, in high school, never told anyone.

[React1oN]

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zoloft helps me, but sometimes I still revert back to my old self if I stop for like 3 days or so. One attempt, failed, in high school, never told anyone.

[/ QUOTE ]How did you fail and how did you go about trying to do it in the first place.

[AntonHeat]

This is a sad thread [img]/images/graemlins/frown.gif[/img] hope people email and help you out bro

[egocidal]

there are people on this board I know irl and I'd rather not discuss

[DwightSchrute]

Cliff notes at bottom

So like I said I get out of the military and I guess you could say I was on the downward spiral. It wasn't a fast track down I was having a good time meeting a lot of women, drinking a LOT.

I started to gamble it up at the casinos. I ran one win up to 18k and quit up 13k. I was running real well. I'd decide I needed some cash, all I'd do is tell myself I was gonna hit the casino winb a quick 500 and then go drink it up. That's exactly what happened. Like I said I was running well.

Then there wasn't anything in particular that went bad but I just started to get a lil depressed again. Next thing you know it was back to not necessarily suicidal thoughts but " I don't give a F feelng"

After drinking all night I decided to walk around the middle of a real bad part of downtown. To give you an example of how tough it is there I wouldn't walk around there right now for $500.

I think I drank heavily every night for a couple years. One day I pointed my .347 at my head and was squeezing the trigger just a lil when I had second thoughts and moved the gun away it went off. It went through my wall, through the closet, and through the bathroom where my GF was taking a shower. Of course I played it off like it wasn't what it was.

Ok part 3 to come later.

The time frame of this is 1995ish.

cliff notes - I drink a lot, get depressed and shouldn't be trusted with guns