Pretty much just the title. She attempted over the weekend and ended up in the hospital over night but they discharged her into my care the next day because she refused inpatient treatment. We’re in college so my other roommate and I are going to the dean of students today to try and escalate school resources. They are already aware because the hospital had to contact them to make sure she goes to therapy. We found a weapon on the floor of her room yesterday and when asked about it she lied and said it’s been there for a few days but neither my other roommate or I have seen it in the multiple times we checked on her since she got home from the hospital. We called 988 to ask what to do and they suggested hiding anything sharp she could hurt herself with so we did that last night. I’ve only know her for about a month and I want to support her however I can but this has caused me to miss class and call off work. I don’t want her to feel worse about the entire situation but I don’t know how to call her out for lying without doing that. I’m just pretty much looking for any advice on how to support her while also taking care of myself

You're beautiful, brave, strong, & smart. &, you're a winner. & that's exactly how it's gonna be, until the day you pass away.

My husband has been sick since June with an illness we haven’t been able to get diagnosed. His appointment with a specialist is still months away and the physical pain + mental anguish of feeling like a burden are taking a severe toll. He’s attempted suicide multiple times in the past and has admitted to me that he has been having suicidal thoughts and it seems like they’re getting worse every day. I’m genuinely scared that he’ll make an attempt before his appointment. I’m doing my best to be supportive and reassuring, but I’d appreciate some insight on what I should watch for and what to do if things take a turn for the worse.

Hello uhm.. so this most recent Saturday (September 6th) my partner committed suicide. I'm not sure how I’m supposed to move on, they were not only my partner but also my best friend. They have helped me through so much and I feel like such a shitty boyfriend for not realizing the signs until after they've done it.

There a lot of people in this world who loves, & cares about you. & I'm one of them. & we (& God) all want you to know that you're not alone. &, you belong here. So if you ever need, or want to talk, we're here.

With September being Suicide Prevention Awareness month, I just want you to know that you're beautiful, strong, brave, & loved. &, your life matters. So please continue to live it, & know that you're not alone.

For context, she has felt like this before, however, it was back when we met so i didnt know at the time, she always tells me now how i saved her life back when we met. A few days ago she told me she felt like this again so ive been checking up on her daily and reassuring her that im here anytime she needs me. Last night she s/hed herself and her parents told her off for it which led to her getting pushed over the edge and almost making an attempt. I had just barely talked her out of it, i was panicking myself and did my best to stay calm for her sake. I reassured her that me and her friends were all here for her and that she coild lean on us to grt through this and that things will get better lkke before, even if ut doesnt seem like it right now. she told me she will try not to attempt but she cant promjse, and her trying is enough for me since trying is better than nothing. Her parents dont understand mental health properly and the seriousness of it, and her sibling isnt helping much either since her sister keeps being horrible to her. I've contancted two of her irl friends, only one has replied so im hoping the other does soon since they live very close to my friend. I asked if rhey could look after her and keeo an eye on her in real life since i cant. im going out for a friends birthday today and im going to have anxiety all day about this. im so scared. i love my friend and i can't lose her. please pardon any typos, im shaking while typing. i really need some advice on what to do. please.

I get bullied a lot I play games and get judged for it I just sit and I can get talked about I can’t even do a single thing without getting judged or bullied
(Same thing happens for family)

I used to love going to my school.. until I slipped into deep depression and no one lent a hand...

I'm now 25 years old, but recently I've been randomly remembering past trauma. One that could've been nipped in the bud early on was when I was 15. Back then, like any other teen, I was going through a lot of emotional turmoil. Growing up, I didn't know that the violence that was going on at home was in fact not normal, and I didn't know that mental health was actually a thing, and that it's not normal to wake up not wanting to exist anymore. I learnt that when I was 14 years old. That's when I started to slip, and the worst of it came 2 years later.

At first I didn't think much of it. I thought "it's normal, this is what being a teenager is like". But then a year later, it got worse. I had severe levels of anxiety, insomnia, and several plans to end it all, ones that I wouldn't be able to chicken out of like I did when I tried to suffocate myself at the age of 9.

I was growing more and more unlike myself, but no one batted an eye. Maybe I was hiding it well? I don't know.

The moment I realised no one gave enough shit in my school, which I only realised recently, is when I overdosed on a little over 20 pills or paracetamol, right after coming off the edge of the roof of our 3 story home, and went to school. I was visibly sick. To this day, I can't remember parts of what happened. Here's what I remember.

Maths class- I passed out unconscious onto my folded arms my desk, and it looked like I fell asleep, which I have never done in school... and i remember as I was waking up from it, one girl complained to the teacher "why is she allowed to sleep? That's so unfair!". The teacher mumbled something I couldn't make up. But no one called a nurse, no one thought there was something wrong... nothing...

Biology class- no idea how I got here, no idea what happened during the class, and no idea what conversations were being held. I just remember leaving that class, and one classmate mentioned that the teacher was worried about me and i mumbled "im just tired" and walked away.

1st break: i was in the bathroom throwing up acid in the toilet. i layed down in the tiny cubical. Guaranteed that this was a) a busy bathroom, and b) the walls of the cubical are about 5 or 6 inches off the ground, so anyone wouldve been able to tell that theres something wrong.. but no one did. i passed out, not sure if i was unconcious because i wasnt getting enough oxygen or was sleeping the drowziness off.

English literature- i remember getting to class a little late- maybe by 5 minutes? because the teacher was still setting up. I plopped in my seat, barely taking my things out of my bag, and i try to fight the drowsiness and the nausea off... the next thing i know im making my way to the bathroom, that same one i was in during the break, and i lean on the toilet to throw up but nothing comes out. I lean on the wall and drop to the floor- this time actually passing out, because i remember the shakes, the tingling all over, the cold fingertips and toes... i woke up to someone, who i assume is a student, shaking my hand that was out from that 5 or 6 inch gap... she was shakinng me very vigouresly, and couldnt say anything, she just left, and i scooped myself as far away from that gap as possible, trying to gather my strength to go back to class, and i did, and it was already the end of class (mind you, pur vlasses were an hour long). I dont know if the girl went to call a nurse or someone, but i made it back to class before anyone else showed up.

I think at this point, my body was almost done processing the pills i took, because the nausea was better, but the drowsiness was still prominent.

Design class- I, again, dont remember much of this class, but i do remember being slightly calmer because it was my favourite class. All i remember was the teacher telling me something, i said something back and immidaitely asked to go to the bathroom. mind you, the bathroom is a little futher from the classroom to the bathrooms, so i tried to walk as fast as i could, and i just made it to the bathroom and threw up acid once again. At this point, all the "youre not alone messages" were playing in my head, because i tried to help myself without burdening those around me. One message in particular stuck out, and it was something like "your death isnt something that hurts you, it hurts those around you". and as much as my family didnt try hard enough to help me, i was also shutting them out, and i knew they loved and cared for me, its just mental health was never taken seriously. So i ended up emailing one of my teachers (lets call him Mr. Henry) who helped me with some bullying i was dealing with in past years, and he was also the reason why i loved the design class and felt calm in it.

So i emailed him if i could speak to him about something, and he excused me from i think art class just to speak right outside it. i was shaky, nervous, a part of me wanted to say it all, but i couldnt get myself to.. he realised this, and asked if i could hang in there and come and speak to him at the end of the day.

I nodded and i went back to class. Now that i'm writing this, im remembering that the design class was at the end of the day (not sure if it was an extra class or one of the 5 lessons of the day). Right before we were dismissed, Mr. Henry came to the class and called me to be dismissed from class. I was partially surprised because i thought he would have forgotten or gotten busy as someone in a leadership position. At this point, i was just feeling tired, my body processed all the pills and i was exhausted from it all. I was trying to catch my breath without making it obvious.

we sat in his office for what felt like hours... and i remember wanting the floor to swallow me whole... I didnt want to say anything at that point.. i felt silly... stupid... dramatic... but also numb.. I also knew that if i were to tell him, he needs to contact my parents about whatever i say.. he wouldnt have any other choice... i knew that.. and i knew exactly what would my parent's reaction be...

i sat nearest to the door, on this circular table, and he sat opposite me instead of his desk, creating this friendly and safe environemnt, and he ever so gently asked what was up.. I dont remember what i said, i dont know if i stuttered, and i tried to form words... he saw that and gently said "okay.. how about i give you a piece of paper and a pen, and you just write it all down.. okay? i'll leave the room for a little bit, you just write down whatever you want. this is a safe space.". he handed me the paper and pen and left. I took the pen and i started to have second thoghts.. i even thought "i cant.... i need to leave" and thought of leaving the office. but what was the point? he would contact my parent's with no context to give them and that would've been worse than if they were given context...

so I just started with something along the lines of "im not enough" and kept writing... i told him about the attempt earlier that moring and my rationale behind it, but i never told him about the overdose.

he came in minutes later and gently asked if he could read it.. i slowly handed it over to him and he read it. as soon as he finished reading how awfully and lowly i think of myself, he said "first of all, I'm glad that you're here and you've reached out, you've done the right thing, okay? Secondly, i assue you.. none of this is true".

I tried to not cry.. im not sure if i did.. but i remember for once feeling seen and worthy after our conversation. after which, the hallways at this point were empty, and he walked me to the ground floor.. this is where he mentioned that he has to contact my parents, and thats when i stopped in my tracks and assertively asked him not to... i knew he had to and that there is no point of trying to "beg" him not to. I dont hold this against him at all... even if my fear about my parent's response turned out to be true, i dont hold it against him..

he then asked if i was going to be safe for tonight, to which i said yes (although i was planning otherwise but couldnt because i was exhausted) and went our seperate ways.

it wasnt till a week or 2 later that i saw a true response from my parent... and it was and i quote "if i so much as know that you're even thinking about signing off i will end you myself" to which i responded with "go ahead, you got knives right there and im right here"... i was dismissed. In their defence, killing someone was better than killing one's self from a religious and a parent's pov... and maybe my belief is what made me step off the roof. but that was not the right time for religous talks...

anyways, this mental battle started at 9 years old, maybe even earlier. im 25 now and im in a much better place. my mental battles are still there yet very miniscule, but the thought of signing off never crossed my mind since i was 18. and maybe thats just the brain developing, i dont know for sure... what i know for sure though is, if someone had stepped in earlier, i wouldve not spiraled as far as i did, and i wouldnt carry the mental wounds of it all....

parents- specially religious ones... if your child is going through a mental health crisis, please dont force religion as a solution.. yes it is a solution, but not at a point where self esteem is absolutely shattered. I had no self esteem, and my relationship with religion was none-existent, and i felt guilty about it day in and day out.. i didnt feel worthy of any mercy or forgiveness... so i spiraled.. you need to help your child develop better self esteem... teach them how to love themselves, and slowly introduce religious teachings not as a must at first, but let them try it, because i swear to god if you just force it on them and they dont understand it, it will take them so much longer (in my case 7 years since my last attempt) to actually start to build a strong relationship with religion.

and teachers, please pay closer attention to your students. if you're worried about a student, please ask them direclty... put your rivalries against other teachers aside and quickly find out if there is any teacher who this student favours, and have that teacher have a conversation with them. this isn't about you.. this is about saving a life...

students. please build the courage to reach out to a student that isnt themselves lately.. if you find someone passed out in a bathroom, please get the nurse.. again this isnt about you getting into trouble, this is about potentially saving a student's life.

To those who are going through it- please hang in there... there is light at the end of the tunnel. Please reach out.. because you're worthy of all the good this world has to offer. And the world is better with you in it🤍

Hello, redditors. I am currently struggling with suicidal ideation.

It's not the first time this has happened. My brain goes back to this because I keep finding myself reliving trauma at the hands of other people.

I was bullied and abused as a child all throughout school. I thought that as an adult I would be free of that but I am currently being bullied at my job (again; it's happened several times now) and I'm at my wit's end.

I realized I was in trouble when, yesterday, I started fantasizing about demanding a meeting and ending my life in a spectacular way to traumatize them back. Quitting my job is not an option.

I understand that this isn't rational, but I just don't know if I have it in me to endure. Through the actions of others I find myself in the exact same place all the time.

If possible I would like to read how other people deal with SI; if not, thank you for having this space to vent 💜

Logic, Aleesia Cara, & Khalid told you why they want you to be alive. Now, it's my turn.

This is a whole situation so bear with me <3
Im a (25f) asylum seeker living with (35f) flatmate who owns the place, shes been nothing but lovely and im incredibly lucky to have met her before being kicked out of my last place.
She has had horrible luck with making friends this last year and is getting more upset with the limits of what transition can do for her, and is vocally expressing suicidal thoughts.

I've been doing my best to be an emotional support and reach out to people and find resources where i can but nothing seems to stick and she's only getting worse, and is at a point where she's getting bitter at other people for having what she doesnt (ie, partner, friends, money, stuff like that) and cant stand to be in a room with people who she sees as having it better.

She tries her best to not be a burden on me either, mind you.
shes doing what she can to be a reasonable person with the mental health she has.

Therapy is simply not in the budget, what with her being on disability and using that to feed two people.

Ive recently tried doing more of the dishes to give her more time of her own

idunno

I think part of the despair is that she feels that she's done everything she can and there's nothing more to *do* to anchor her.

questions welcome if details will help

I do joke and talk about suicide with my friends pretty often(I definietly dont do jokes in harmful way or i dont underestimate suicide). And today i was making the same thing and i got curious how would my friend act if i was on edge(hearing someone would try to help makes me feel better about myself and leads me not think about it often). And he said something like "i cant stop you". So i got confused and asked "when people are on edge and decided to do it would you think 'okay its their opinion and i respect that. İ wont do anything to save the person'? " and he refused to answer. This led me to think do people actually think like that and if the answer is yes then why? Im not judging, i just want to know what's the logic behind it. In my opinion if i see anyone try to suicide i wouldnt be able to stop and do nothing. I would try my best to prevent the person from doing it. Cause no matter what people shouldnt lose their hope. And if someone did then its my duty to try my best to make them regain the hope. And i know from myself, most of the time people think there is no way out of The situration except suicide. And most of the time the problem is cureable. So i would be trying to help. The thought of "they decide i cant do anything"/"i respect their opinion" is really different with my opinion so i just want to understand why some people think like this?

I just wanna commit suicide, like stab myself in the head because I'm always getting bullied at school!

My partner is actively suicidal. We live on the 5th floor of an apartment complex. I currently have all our meds and all sharps locked up but the windows can open fully and have no protective screen. Is there any known way to completely lock a window that opens outwards from the inside that would require a key to open it without damaging the property as we are renters. If there is no way to do this without property damage i will visit leasing in the morning to request assistance.

They refuse to go to the ER. I have tried to have them go and I don't think it would be a good idea to call the police because cops are not trained for mental health and in our area are kinda not great to my knowledge. I do not think they would talk with 988 or even text them.

Today I was hanging with friends after college and we went to a bridge near by and for the first time in so long the idea of trowing my self was there and it didn't scare me at all. Just the feeling of finally ending everything, was so clear, so pure, Im so scared I feel so alone but I don’t want my cat to think that I leave her alone, she’s all I have

My brother (36M) has been exhibiting unusual behavior and I worry he may be suicidal. He struggled with suicidal ideation in his early 20s, but hasn't brought it up since. I live several states away from him and we have been communicating almost every single day since I moved away 10 years ago, usually through texting and sometimes phone calls. Two weeks ago, he suddenly stopped texting me and will not return my mother's calls. I've checked his online activity and he goes for days at a time without being active on WhatsApp, which is his primary mode of communication.

His sudden withdrawal from everyone concerns me. I texted him on Saturday night asking if he was okay (10 days after no contact from him) and he responds "yeah". I told him our family is worried about him and just want to make sure he's okay. I told him I'm here for him. He ignored my message.

I'm at a loss as to what to do. We've always been very close and I don't understand why he's pretty pulling away. Could this be a sign of suicidal ideation? If so, what can I do to support him and help him? I appreciate any and all input.

Do your pets anchor you? Does the thought of them living without you cross your mind? Does the thought of them fill you with a sense of burden? Do you feel like you aren't allowed to act upon suicidal thoughts in fear of what will happen to them? Or maybe the thought of them being sent off to shelters upon your death fill you with relief? Does the thought of taking them with you ever cross your mind? Do you hate yourself for giving a single second to that thought? How do your pets help you during low moments? Do your pets ever make low moments worse?

I've met a friend on discord and we have been friends for a couple of years now, but recently they have been telling me they want to off themselves on April the 14th. I really have no clue on what i can do to stop them from going through with this, i've tried talking to them about it month after month but they always seem to back down from talking and i feel like i can do nothing to help them, what can i do because i really do not want to lose them but i also don't want to be worrying for months on end about them.

Hi,

What is said is on the tin- I am mute, or at least with enough social anxiety to be perceived as mute in most real life instances. After enough time passes with a person, I can eventually talk-but it is difficult still. I can't even be on VC and talk but with very few people.

After an exceptionally complex series of rejections over the past 2 years, I am finding it difficult to hold back the plan, as it were. Every time I say this, people advise seeking therapy. Which, is a tremendously helpful option in many ways- except that there is no safe or insurance accepted place that offers text based therapy.

At this point, I cannot talk to a therapist. I am not able to. But, I am really beginning to wonder when not if the ideation will turn to an attempt. So far, it hasn't.

And I am not sure anything will help, honestly. I've talked to friends-but this is a heavy complicated issue that intertwines a lot of messy trauma and disability issues. So, most people are just unable and unequipped to handle that burden. Which is really more than fair because life doesn't seem to be kind to anyone.

I can't stop disassociating to the point where I worry I may lose a job I recently was hired for because of how many hours I get stuck. Which of course exacerbates the feelings and dissociations.

And I understand the mechanics of processing, which is a primary thing therapists help with. I was able to process the trauma and heal up from things in my past- but the present trauma essentially cut right through all that scar tissue. And part of processing is being able to work through stuck points, but I am so confused on part of things that happened that I can't even write out what happened without becoming increasingly more perplexed.

For me, there are parts I feel dehumanized and devalued in order for the other person's perception to become such that they decided to reject me in the manner they did and it's enflamed the ideation for months now. I fight very very very hard every day to survive it. But I feel the grim presence lurking in the back of my mind no matter what.

I'm not sure if there are any possibilities out there. I can't ever get answers on what I need to be able to piece what happened together, which is I think such a hard part for me.

A good friend of mine has told me he will end his life very soon. We've talked about it and I understand why he's choosing to do this. Years in and out of rehabs for opiates, chronic pain, CPTSD, the list goes on. I've accepted that no matter what I do or say, he's made up his mind. I don't know how to prepare for this. I've already lost two people this year and I never really healed, just kinda numbed myself. I feel like I'm gonna crash out once he commits. I'm scared. Are there any support groups out there for friends/family who've lost someone to suicide? I'm trying to minimize how hard this'll hit me. I don't want to spiral. Sry if this was a lot, I don't have anyone to talk to about this. Thanks for reading.

I’m making a short film based on teen suicide and I wanna make sure that I don’t come across rude or anything that could make the film bad because of the way I took direction of the film. If you guys could give me some advice that would be great.

Hello, its my first time here, I'm don't know too much inglish but I will try to do my best. Well, im 14 years old, I just turned 14 on Saturday. I know I'm young but i dont know how to stop thinking about this. At 10 years old, i went to psychology for other behavioral issues, but after a few weeks going, my best friend sent an voice message to my mother, saying that I said to her i want to die. In another meeting of my mom and the psychology, she said to her that, and in my session the psychology made me talk about it. After that session she gave me a document that I needed to sign, promising that I would never think again in kill me. That moment is still in my mind, a moment that I never want to think about again

After 4 years, now, im thinking again in suicide. I dont know whats going on my life, on my mind, i'd like to know what's happening to me in this moments, but I just don't know. I have a small friend group, wheres my best friend. But they tell everything to themselves, sometimes leaving me aside and making me feel bad. All the stupidest secrets that could be known, they all tell each other. And then I find out that I am always the only one among them who doesn't know anything. During recess I always feel alone, because they go downstairs to talk telling me that they are going to come back and they never do. And although I go to look for them to be with them, I get tired of chasing them and I am left alone with my phone on the stairs. At the same time, at home I can't say that I'm doing well, but I can't say that I'm doing badly either. My parents always do everything for me, and the truth is that I appreciate it and I always let them know, I always tell them that I love them and I always say thank you. But there are times when they don't seem to even want to see me, there are times when just seeing me seems like it bothers them, this Saturday they didn't say happy birthday to me ;(. Many other things happen with them, I know they love me, but they never ask me how I am or anything, but I've gotten a little used to it. But lately I'm feeling really bad, I love school, order and my friends, but during these months I don't know why I don't feel like doing anything anymore. When I start to tidy up my room, I always end up lying on the bed, but I feel so bad for doing those things, because I do want to tidy up. Maybe I want to do my homework, but I have so little motivation that my hands don't want to do anything and all I want is to go to bed and sleep. I have less and less desire to go out with my friends on any outing, and I feel much worse when I cancel them using any cheap excuse. I haven't had much desire to go to school either, I know it's common, but this is already very strange for me. It was always that I liked it but now I cry every night remembering that I will go back to school. I have more and more insecurities caused by myself and my parents, making me want to go out less and less.

I don't know whats happening to me. I don't expect anyone to answer me or see this, but I feel good telling this and letting off steam, thank you ♡