Personal Narrative On Suicide

On 06-06-2018, at approximately 1818 hours, I was contacted by Cpl. F. Capitano, in reference to a suicide at 11513 Lake Ridge Road. Upon arrival I met with Cpl. G. Thomas, who advised what occurred. I then entered the residence with Deputy E. Palacios, who was the first deputy on scene, Deputy B. Shannon, who is the originating deputy and Crime Scene Tech S. Mawhinney, who responded to process the scene.

“My ex-girlfriend was taken away by the cop and taken to the local jail. My ex-girlfriend’s Dad showed up and I rode back with him to their house. Finally my parents came and picked me up. I went home and maybe got two hours of sleep, if you even call that sleep. The next morning, I went back to my ex-girlfriend’s house and she was later released from jail that day. For the longest time, we would just sit there in silence, because, what do you say? It was time to comfort one another. I not only felt bad about the whole situation, but I knew no one was going to believe me, us. Believe that a girl purposively jumped into the moving vehicle. I later learned that the girl who died had been suicidal. Earlier that day, before the accident,

On February 10, 2015 I was admitted to West Regional Hospital for being suicidal. My friend, Sadye,  told the counselors about how I had temptations to drive off the road and hurt myself. I was then escorted to the hospital by two police officers. After I got to the hospital, I was met by a third police officer who took me up the elevator. When we finally arrived at the decided floor, a lady took me into a room to ask me many questions about suicide and what led me to it. After the interview, I had to wear clothes that looked like a purple prisoner-like outfit. I wasn't allowed to have any outside items like jewelry, cell phones, or even my own pair of socks. I stayed in the hospital for a little over a week, everyday I had to fill out paperwork

Imagine you are drowning, and people consistently tell you swim; yet you do not know how. That is what mental illness feels like. I was diagnosed with depression when I was twelve years old. I had constant barraging thoughts of suicide and I was rarely happy. I cut my right wrist with a pair of sharp fabric scissors that I used for making blankets. I hated myself and thought myself to be irrelevant to my family and my community. It was as if there was a crushing weight on my chest, and I was dealing with things that no twelve year old should have to deal with. My father would get angry and yell, I felt that my mother wouldn’t understand what I was going through so I withheld information from her, and I was even letting my

Chapter 7 speaks about research that has focused on suicide. It mentions that suicide is the eleventh leading cause of death in the United States and that adults white males are more likely to commit suicide. Gender suicide was another topic covered in the chapter and how men are more likely to commit suicide compared to women. China is the only exception to this subject because they the women consist of 56% of all female suicides globally (Kastenbaum, 2012). It also spoke how younger people from ages 18-24 are more likely than older people to attempt suicide, however, adults are more likely to complete the act. Chapter 7 also spoke about suicide among different ethnicities and background. Myths related to suicide were also covered in the chapter.

It's been over two weeks and Evan is still not sure what he's gotten himself into and the only one to blame is himself and his wired therapy letters. So now where is he? Oh yeah, pretending to be Connor Murphy's best friend because his parents thought he wrote a suicide note to Evan. And of course, he just went with it. Told the Murphy's all about his great friendship with their son who was surely going to kill him once he woke up. Evan would love it if the ground could just open up and swallow him whole. His phone ringing interrupts his daydream about no longer existing. Evan pulls his phone out of his pocket and blanches when he sees it's Mrs. Murphy.

I am a second year student in the psychology masters program at Catholic University of America and I have a strong interest in suicide prevention and sexual assault crisis intervention.

It was 2nd quarter in 6th grade. I was sitting on my saucer chair relaxing, and enjoying the silence in my bedroom. I sit there thinking in my sweats cuddles up in a large fuzzy purple blanket. Then suddenly I was awakened after spacing out from my phone. The text was from Emma, I was a little sceptical because we hadn’t talked in a couple of days. I hesitantly opened it and slowly and carefully read it. The text said, “I hate myself, I hate how I look, I hate how I feel, and I hate how people look at me”. I felt absolutely terrible, and was in a bind not knowing what to say back. All I knew was Emma needed to know how important she was to this world and that she meant so much to her friends and family.

Last February, I wanted to commit suicide. Years of masking my depression had caught up to me, trapping me in an endless pit. Luckily, in a moment of panic, I decided to tell someone before ending my life.

It all started when I was divorced on 07/25/2014. I have been battling severe depression and anxiety with an occasional suicidal thought since then.

Craig gets admitted into the hospital and calls his parents to tell them where he is. When Craig explains to his parents that he was suicidal they were hurt and broken. Knowing that their own child wanted to kill himself because he was depressed hurt them. Craig’s mom immediately begins to feel guilty, blaming herself for the situation. When Craig explains that he had called the suicide hotline and came to the hospital to check himself in, his mom says: “This is the bravest thing you’ve ever done”(pg.160). Knowing that her own son wanted to die hurt her a lot, but knowing that he was strong enough to be able to come to the hospital alone proved to her that she raised him the right way. Her initial reaction to Craig’s decision wasn’t disappointment

Another tear trickles down her cheek. She is still on her journey of life to find what she seeks. Behind her gorgeous smile.

“Well, this is going to be fun,” Thorn comments with sarcasm thick in her words. She thinks we’re going to die.

I looked at the clock. It was half past four in the morning. I rolled over, “Third Rock from the Sun” still playing, my room filled with blue electrical light, and I fell asleep.

Have you ever heard something that made it feel like everything around you stopped? Suicide was a concept I had never been told about. I always thought when a person dies it’s because they were sick or because of old age, but when my Dad told me my uncle Jasen had killed himself, I was unsure of how to react. At the time, I never knew how a person would want to do that to themselves.