FYI, the relapse and overdose rate has increased by 30% since March 2020. Mental health issues related to our lockdown and the pandemic are especially hard for people with depression.
NAMI, The National Alliance on Mental Health have a 24 hour helpline: 800-950-6264.
Close to 800 000 people die due to suicide every year, which is one person every 40 seconds. Many more attempt suicide. Suicide occurs throughout the lifespan and is the second leading cause of death among 15-29 year olds globally.
Suicide is a global phenomenon; in fact, 79% of suicides occurred in low- and middle-income countries in 2016. Suicide accounted for 1.4% of all deaths worldwide, making it the 18th leading cause of death in 2016. Effective and evidence-based interventions can be implemented at population, sub-population and individual levels to prevent suicide and suicide attempts.
There are indications that for each adult who died of suicide there may have been more than 20 others attempting suicide.
I didn't get to post about mental health and violence and my sense of it all. Just too busy with work and life. But, I think that this article is a good way to start the conversation.
Much of treatment for mental health disorders is not curative. It's typically about learning coping skills. Coping with depression, coping with anxiety. Medications can help a bit, but the person ultimately needs to (when possible,) learn how to cope with their symptoms. As it pertains to major mental health disorders, Bipolar D/O and Schizophrenia, again, it is about coping, and the best outcomes are when people with mental illness are surrounded by a community, whether that is family, or group home care (there is such a thing as very very good group home care,) that can help to recognize when hospitalization is needed.
I would say in general, a major issue is that we, all of us, are not taught now to cope with the feeling of anger. Mentally ill or not, much of the violence that we see occurring has to do with either a build up or an impulsive spewing of anger.
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I'll read that article later when I have more time.
But, one thing I learned about anger and our culture ... we are not allowed to be angry at people who have died. For example, for many years I hid my anger at my brother, whose car accident was his fault. It would have been so much more healthy if I'd been allowed to acknowledge it and deal with it.
we're only allowed to express anger through violence.
I didn't get to post about mental health and violence and my sense of it all. Just too busy with work and life. But, I think that this article is a good way to start the conversation.
Much of treatment for mental health disorders is not curative. It's typically about learning coping skills. Coping with depression, coping with anxiety. Medications can help a bit, but the person ultimately needs to (when possible,) learn how to cope with their symptoms. As it pertains to major mental health disorders, Bipolar D/O and Schizophrenia, again, it is about coping, and the best outcomes are when people with mental illness are surrounded by a community, whether that is family, or group home care (there is such a thing as very very good group home care,) that can help to recognize when hospitalization is needed.
I would say in general, a major issue is that we, all of us, are not taught now to cope with the feeling of anger. Mentally ill or not, much of the violence that we see occurring has to do with either a build up or an impulsive spewing of anger.
Mentally ill people aren’t killers. Angry people are.
I'll read that article later when I have more time.
But, one thing I learned about anger and our culture ... we are not allowed to be angry at people who have died. For example, for many years I hid my anger at my brother, whose car accident was his fault. It would have been so much more healthy if I'd been allowed to acknowledge it and deal with it.
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Nov 13, 2017 - 5:04am
I didn't get to post about mental health and violence and my sense of it all. Just too busy with work and life. But, I think that this article is a good way to start the conversation.
Much of treatment for mental health disorders is not curative. It's typically about learning coping skills. Coping with depression, coping with anxiety. Medications can help a bit, but the person ultimately needs to (when possible,) learn how to cope with their symptoms. As it pertains to major mental health disorders, Bipolar D/O and Schizophrenia, again, it is about coping, and the best outcomes are when people with mental illness are surrounded by a community, whether that is family, or group home care (there is such a thing as very very good group home care,) that can help to recognize when hospitalization is needed.
I would say in general, a major issue is that we, all of us, are not taught now to cope with the feeling of anger. Mentally ill or not, much of the violence that we see occurring has to do with either a build up or an impulsive spewing of anger.
Having done it many times before, it was always painful but I felt right doing it. With Shiloh I struggled and cancelled and switched rationale around until I couldn't breathe when I thought about it. He was suffering just because he loved me and didn't know anything any different. The part I truly feel PTSD about is the gnawing feeling that I missed something by not trying harder to make him more comfortable somehow and taking a shortcut. It's ridiculous, I know, but I have to torture myself sometimes. I must be addicted to anguish or something. I can't block that moment he fell lifeless in my arms and a really odd thing; his tongue stuck out a little and vibrated for what seemed like an eternity. They left me alone in the room with him for probably 30 minutes and I cried myself a banging headache. I'll never get over it and I'm not sure I want to. I had dogs literally all my life, sometimes multiples. I just can't feel getting another one now. I can't go through that ever again. He and I shared perfect devotion. Losing him at my discretion really hurt my spirit and projected me toward something I'm not sure about yet. He wasn't just a dog, or an animal. I'm sure of it. Sounds crazy, I know...Something about when a person really loves children but doesn't have any. You pour those same emotions into the blessings accorded in substitution. He was God's own blessing to me. I tried to do the best I could. It was July 7th. Not one day has gone by without me thinking about him or hearing his needy little yip. I miss him so much. I understand how you feel. My Father loved him too, and now he's dying. We have to face the brevity of life with all the courage we can muster. Cry when you feel it sweetheart. It's no sin...
Thank you for sharing. I can relate so much - I often felt Ceili was a guardian angel of sorts and more than a cat to me. I can also relate to pouring the same love into animals that I would've, had I had children. Almost everyone in the Dove Lewis support group I went to (for pet loss) was childless. I am continually facing impermanence and the brevity of life these days (as are many of us who are getting older). Sending you and your dad lots of supportive energy.
And thank you SFW.
i feel like the both of you, too. about the murray the k. he was a special soul.
Having done it many times before, it was always painful but I felt right doing it. With Shiloh I struggled and cancelled and switched rationale around until I couldn't breathe when I thought about it. He was suffering just because he loved me and didn't know anything any different. The part I truly feel PTSD about is the gnawing feeling that I missed something by not trying harder to make him more comfortable somehow and taking a shortcut. It's ridiculous, I know, but I have to torture myself sometimes. I must be addicted to anguish or something. I can't block that moment he fell lifeless in my arms and a really odd thing; his tongue stuck out a little and vibrated for what seemed like an eternity. They left me alone in the room with him for probably 30 minutes and I cried myself a banging headache. I'll never get over it and I'm not sure I want to. I had dogs literally all my life, sometimes multiples. I just can't feel getting another one now. I can't go through that ever again. He and I shared perfect devotion. Losing him at my discretion really hurt my spirit and projected me toward something I'm not sure about yet. He wasn't just a dog, or an animal. I'm sure of it. Sounds crazy, I know...Something about when a person really loves children but doesn't have any. You pour those same emotions into the blessings accorded in substitution. He was God's own blessing to me. I tried to do the best I could. It was July 7th. Not one day has gone by without me thinking about him or hearing his needy little yip. I miss him so much. I understand how you feel. My Father loved him too, and now he's dying. We have to face the brevity of life with all the courage we can muster. Cry when you feel it sweetheart. It's no sin...
Thank you for sharing. I can relate so much - I often felt Ceili was a guardian angel of sorts and more than a cat to me. I can also relate to pouring the same love into animals that I would've, had I had children. Almost everyone in the Dove Lewis support group I went to (for pet loss) was childless. I am continually facing impermanence and the brevity of life these days (as are many of us who are getting older). Sending you and your dad lots of supportive energy.
Having done it many times before, it was always painful but I felt right doing it. With Shiloh I struggled and cancelled and switched rationale around until I couldn't breathe when I thought about it. He was suffering just because he loved me and didn't know anything any different. The part I truly feel PTSD about is the gnawing feeling that I missed something by not trying harder to make him more comfortable somehow and taking a shortcut. It's ridiculous, I know, but I have to torture myself sometimes. I must be addicted to anguish or something. I can't block that moment he fell lifeless in my arms and a really odd thing; his tongue stuck out a little and vibrated for what seemed like an eternity. They left me alone in the room with him for probably 30 minutes and I cried myself a banging headache. I'll never get over it and I'm not sure I want to. I had dogs literally all my life, sometimes multiples. I just can't feel getting another one now. I can't go through that ever again. He and I shared perfect devotion. Losing him at my discretion really hurt my spirit and projected me toward something I'm not sure about yet. He wasn't just a dog, or an animal. I'm sure of it. Sounds crazy, I know...Something about when a person really loves children but doesn't have any. You pour those same emotions into the blessings accorded in substitution. He was God's own blessing to me. I tried to do the best I could. It was July 7th. Not one day has gone by without me thinking about him or hearing his needy little yip. I miss him so much. I understand how you feel. My Father loved him too, and now he's dying. We have to face the brevity of life with all the courage we can muster. Cry when you feel it sweetheart. It's no sin...
Sending you and your dad lots of supportive energy.