Guest post: What if I Had Died When I Tried to Commit Suicide?

September is Suicide Prevention Month and when one of our debut cast members shared an intimate look at what life is like for a survivor of a suicide attempt, we knew we needed to share her words. Thank you so much, Elaina, for teaching us we are meant to live.
 

My post is a little late this week because I wanted to write something for today – World Suicide Prevention Day.

You see I have made that choice – whether to continue living or to die. I have held my life in the palm of my hand in the form of many, many tiny pills. It is hard to explain because I don’t remember having a plan and, as far as I am concerned, I showed none of the signs – dwelling on death, giving away of my things, etc. I had been much more depressed in the past. For years I had struggled with depression before being diagnosed as beautifully bipolar. But that night, a week after starting my new job as a Style Editor, I decided to end my life. I swallowed all those tiny peach pills. I wrote a note and I lay down in my new bed, in my new apartment, and went to sleep for what I thought would be forever.

My new roommate found me passed out on the kitchen floor. An ambulance came for me and I ended up in Intensive Care. From there it was on to the psych ward for the first time.

When I was released I was so fragile, both physically and mentally. They had me on a mountain of meds and I had to be wheeled through the airport with my mother by my side as I headed back to Oklahoma from California to “rest and get well.”

It was a rough road to wellness, one I hope to never travel again. I lived on the love seat in my parents’ living room. Sometimes I made it to the bed in the guest room. Sometimes I didn’t. I saw both a therapist and psychiatrist weekly.

That year of my life fucking sucked.

That was nearly 6 years ago and here I sit typing. What if I had died when I tried to commit suicide? There would be broken hearts – my mom, dad, brother and sister. My grandma and my cousins. My uncles. My best friends who had watched me struggle and had tried to help.

I would have never gotten together with my boyfriend – someone who has made me happy for the last 5 years. I wouldn’t have “Hope,” my gorgeous beast of a dog that was named entirely for that reason. She came along when things were dark and hard and in her I saw a hope, a future.

I would have never written my memoir – a book that I hope will find its way into the hands of others trying to navigate this illness.

All the birthdays and holidays and learning to cook a killer lasagna and minutes in the sun and days at the beach and kisses and hugs – I would have missed them all.

I would have never known that I was beautifully bipolar, that there was a reason for all the madness.

There would be no words here to encourage you, dear reader, to live. Because I can tell you – living is better than dying and that voice in your head that tells you any differently is lying. I know what it sounds like. Seductive. Convincing. Like it knows what the hell it is talking about. I have been suicidal many times. I KNOW that voice. But that voice is an amalgamation of chemical deficits in your brain, a bit of bad wiring. You are not meant to kill yourself. You are meant to live.

If you or someone you knows is contemplating suicide or maybe just needs to talk, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255).

And as a final thought, here are the lyrics to Lady Antebellum’s song “One Day You Will,” appropriate on such a day as this.

“One Day You Will” by Lady Antebellum

You feel like you’re falling backwards Like you’re slippin’ through the cracks Like no one would even notice If you left this town and never came back You walk outside and all you see is rain You look inside and all you feel is pain And you can’t see it now[Chorus] But down the road the sun is shining In every cloud there’s a silver lining Just keep holding on (just keep holding on) And every heartache makes you stronger But it won’t be much longer You’ll find love, you’ll find peace And the you you’re meant to be I know right now that’s not the way you feel But one day you willYou wake up every morning and ask yourself What am I doing here anyway With the weight of all those disappointments Whispering in your ear You’re just barely hanging by a thread You wanna scream but you’re down to your last breath And you don’t know it yet

[Repeat Chorus]

Find the strength to rise above You will Find just what you’re made of, you’re made of

[Repeat Chorus]

One day you will Oh one day you will

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headshot 2014 Elaina J. Martin lives and thrives with bipolar disorder, obsessive compulsive disorder, and anxiety disorder. She is better now, better than before. Today she has hope.

She writes the blog, “Being Beautifully Bipolar,” at PsychCentral.com, as well as a personal blog at ElainaJ.com.

In a former life she was a fashionista who styled celebrities and models, worked on New York Fashion Week shows, and had a fashion radio spot and television gig. She has been published in half a dozen magazines including Jane, Women’s Wear Daily, Budget Living, Brilliant, Tribeza, RARE, WILMA, and both the StyleShaker and Zimbio websites. She has been an editor for two magazines and for a website.

You can follow her on Twitter @ElainaJBipolar or visit her Facebook page. {portrait photography by Shoot Photo Inc.}