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Over 38,000 people in the United States die by suicide every year.
In 2010 (latest available data), there were 38,364 reported suicide deaths.
Suicide is the fourth leading cause of death for adults between the ages of 18 and 65 years in the United States. Currently, suicide is the 10th leading cause of death in the United States.
A person dies by suicide about every 14 minutes in the United States.
Every day, approximately 105 Americans take their own life.
Ninety percent of all people who die by suicide have a diagnosable psychiatric disorder at the time of their death. There are four male suicides for every female suicide, but three times as many females as males attempt suicide.
There are an estimated 8-25 attempted suicides for every suicide death.
In the last 45 years, suicide rates have increased by 60 percent in some countries.
In the year 2000, approximately one million people died of suicide.
This represents a global mortality rate of 16 per 100,000 or one death every 40 seconds.
Suicide rates among young people have been increasing and they are currently the group at highest risk in one third of all countries (developed and developing).
Tamara Laroux was broken and aimless and thought her only option was to put a gun to her heart. Tamara attempted suicide by shooting herself in the chest. She died and came back to life. She believes she experienced the afterlife between the time she was bleeding out and when she recovered.
I was convinced there was no way to live a completely happy life. If I couldn’t live happy, I didn’t want to live at all.
I believed the only answer for me was to end my life. I began screaming out to God, “God, forgive me.” The gun went off. My lungs began to fill up with blood. I began to go deaf. My eyes were open, and I became blinded. I knew that death was gripping my soul. Then all of a sudden I felt my soul leave my body. I instantly began falling and falling.
At that moment I knew I was no longer in control of my destiny. I ended up in a place that was complete torment. My body was burning. I no longer was lonely. I was no longer depressed. I became depression. I became loneliness. I became a tormented being of fear. I saw all of these other people and everybody was screaming out in pain. The mutual thing that everyone shared there was their desire to scream out to everybody on earth, “Do not come here. Acknowledge that life is about Jesus Christ.”
Eternity is real. Hell is real. Heaven is real. How you live your life will determine where you go. Everybody cried out that their loved ones would hear the truth.
I saw the hand of God literally come down. I knew that He was coming for me. His hand picked me up, and instantaneously I was no longer a being of tormented sin. I now was being cleansed. God took me over the Heavens.Source
I believe depression is a symptom of this f'd up society we live in today.
Originally posted by Druid42
reply to post by Casualboy100
Care to state your age and gender? I'm curious.
Is depression a disease, or a symptom of environment. I'll lean the latter.
Originally posted by Druid42
reply to post by boymonkey74
Where is your old Monkey Avatar? Your wit was always associated with it, quick, from the hip, and precise.
I always knew what to expect from a glance at your avvy.
Originally posted by bigbeefy
wow, I haven't posted in quite a while. I'm mostly a lurker, but this topic hit home for me.
A few years back, my ex wife filed for divorce. My life changed in a huge way. I ended up hitting rock bottom, and decided to end all. I drove to Vegas for a few days of fun, then headed to the bridge in Cali. My drive was 24 hours straight to Vegas. I could not sleep at all, I was so scared.
After the few days of charging my credit cards, living it up, I continued to what I thought would be my final resting place. I parked next to the bridge and walked up the hill.. My heart is beating just thinking about it now. I slowly walked across 4 times. It was thanksgiving day. I watched the people passing me, thinking how horrible it would be for them to witness what I wanted to do. Especially the kids.
I ended up walking back down to my car and breaking down. I called my mom (the family had a missing persons report on me, I left my cell phone off during the entire trip). She was SO happy to hear my voice. I promised to drive home and get help. Which I kept (obviously lol)
Even though it was the worse and scariest point of my 32 years of existence, I do not regret what has happened. Driving the country, especially the mountains and canyons were amazingly beautiful. If I ever get "down", I can just think back to how much I scared and potentially hurt my friends and family.
(Sorry if this is a long rant, I'm not the best at expressing myself)