BeverleyMarsh, My condolences on your loss. My thoughts and prayers go out to your family.
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Thank you Spidey ♥Sorry for your loss,BeverleyMarsh
Thank you both very much.BeverleyMarsh, My condolences on your loss. My thoughts and prayers go out to your family.
You're very welcome. Hugs to you.Thank you both very much.
Thank you for the hugs and thank you to anyone who I may have missed. And you're right there is a great sense of honesty and mutual support on this board, I know it has helped me more that I would have though these past 2 days.Quite astonished about the brutal honesty that owerflows this thread. It is nice. Honesty is nice. And i'm sorry for everyone with problems and wish them a speedy recovery. I'm very glad that we can be this honest with eachother. I take that as a healthsign and sign of trust we on this board have for eachother. But i'm rather new here but i always found honesty to be a rather rare thing. Espicially about difficult subjects. To be able to talk about it is a great support. I hope so at least. I actually feel a little pride (a sinful feeling, i knom, i know) to be a part of a board where Honesty can grew and send out flowers. Thanks to all for sharing. I'll think of you all and send good wishes.
Oh, Sorry for your loss BeverleyMarsh. I almost forgot. Impolite of me. Hugs to you.
I'm not laughing. It took me a lot longer.Blonde Bombshell -- Tracy, you're sentence---Broken home, abusive step parent, never being encouraged always being put down. That was my childhood life.
It vibrates with me-- good middle class home, busy parents, awesome grandparents, never being encouraged and always being put down.
Put aside all my passions and desires to follow what others desired for me.
You may laugh, but it took until my mid 40's to realize "Self Matters". I started to look at life in a different light. Children becoming adult, many miles away from parents, husband passed. I changed the way I looked at things, and things began to change.
I have a lifelong girlfriend who suffers from depression. An on going battle since med tech training days. She is on meds and doing just great- Still has a low day every now and then, and that's when I get her call. We talk, she talks, I listen. Only a phone call away.
I am so glad you have Scott. It was meant to be!
I can relate with this. On Sunday Robin Williams passed away and so did my granddad, and it may be horrible to say but I was more affected by Robin Williams passing. My granddad was 86, he had a long and fulfilling life, he went for a nap after his lunch and never woke up again. This is the course of life. But for Robin Williams, the circumstances make it unbearable. The idea that a man who gave so much and who was loved all over the world ended up feeling so alone, it's almost impossible to accept.
I'm still trying to learn it and I'm 50.I'm not laughing. It took me a lot longer.
BeverleyMarsh: First off, let me offer my condolences for the loss of your granddad. Second...thanks for the good wishes. (Is there a 'humbled' emoticon?) I also know how lucky I am. I often don't know why she puts up with me, or how, but...that's the mystery, I guess. I'd be an idiot to take it for granted or impose upon it too much though, I know that.
I suppose no one will ever know for sure what triggered Robin Williams to do what he did (whatever it was he actually did; I know hanging was involved and that's as far as I want to know...and even then it was probably too much). I really hope it wasn't anything to do with new meds or some other change, though. I can't really explain why I hope that, but I do.
Moderator: That makes me glad I took the other route. There was a definite 'I'd end it if I could be bothered' spell. There are also times where, looking back, I have no idea how I got out. I can see the things that helped, like markers in mist, but the rest of it? It's too foggy in there, and I don't want to go too far down that road in case something comes out and drags me all the way back in. (And it'd be worse because I think the Thing would be me.)