tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25941041131708204052024-02-19T00:15:44.085-07:00c'est moimy struggle with depressioncspokeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09947593802321018450noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594104113170820405.post-47409741341869622562013-09-14T22:06:00.000-06:002013-09-14T22:06:10.737-06:00Hello!So, it's been a few months. Quite a bit has happened. I haven't know what to say, or even if there is much to say, but I need to at least update from my last post. It's bugged me that I haven't done a follow-up until now. I guess I just haven't wanted to think about it.<br />
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I woke up July 22nd, and I was happy. Or at least, happier. Instead of walking to a hospital I put on a few loads of laundry. I read a few books. I went to an FHE thing with my dad.<br />
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It's been hard, having my mom home. Some days, she accepts the fact that I've been happy at my job, and seems ok with the fact that I love to nap. Other days she tries to push me to do better things and I just want to scream. It's not that I don't want to do better things. It's that I'm scared. I'm scared of being hurt. I'm scared of disappointment. I don't handle rejection well. In fact, it destroys me. I'm still getting over my breakup. It was over 3 years ago. It still hurts.<br />
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But, yesterday I received a phone call that has given me a goal. Something to look forward to. Something to plan on. Something awesome.<br />
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My brother called. My brother from Houston. Paul. Paul is an accountant. He's working on his CPA. He's passed 1/4 of it. He's hoping to pass all of it by next year - July or August. And he wants to celebrate by spending a week in London. At first he asked our sister, Elizabeth, to go with him. She loves London. But, she went this year with my mom and dad. And so, apparently she's all 'Londoned Out' (is that even a thing? is that even possible?!? I doubt it). So, he invited me. And he made me a deal - if I pay for my plane ticket and all souveneers, tube passes, etc., he'll pay for my food and hotel.<br />
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So, now I have a goal: save up a couple thousand dollars by July/August, while paying back my parents. This means I probably will need a new job, since my current job is not paying me enough right now to save that much.<br />
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This may be the motivation I need to actually "do something with my life." *rolls eyes*cspokeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09947593802321018450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594104113170820405.post-50935169582494047962013-07-21T19:44:00.000-06:002013-07-21T19:44:59.498-06:00I honestly don't know what to put hereSo. My mom comes home Tuesday. That's two days. This stresses me out more than basically anything else.<br />
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Know what triggers my depression? Stress.<br />
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So. Last week was a slow downward spiral until Friday when it sped up. And I started making plans. Real plans. For suicide.<br />
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Everything hurts. And the quickest and easiest way to get rid of that hurt is to die.<br />
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Don't worry, I've talked to friends and tomorrow I'm going to find a psych ward my insurance will cover and check myself in. If there isn't one....I can't think of that right now.<br />
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Part of me is wondering if this is just attention seeking. If it's because I don't want to clean my room, or because I don't want to go to work. But that's not me. Heck, I even went to work Saturday morning. Even feeling like crap.<br />
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So, we'll see what happens in the morning. I hope I can find somewhere. Because mental illness is hard enough, trying to deal with insurance is just making me want to give up faster.cspokeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09947593802321018450noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594104113170820405.post-41154623204495261402013-06-12T16:53:00.000-06:002013-06-12T16:53:15.969-06:00I Made A MistakeI got a job at Macey's. it's just part time, temporary, while I figure out what I should do/want to do.<br />
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I've worked there almost a month now, and I think I made a mistake when I was first hired. I went through orientation and was given lots of forms to fill out. Probably for the government. Some were for the government at least. </div>
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Anyway, on one of the forms there was a question: "Do you have a disability?" And you could answer yes or no. I stared at that question for a long time (probably 2-3 minutes), before I ended up checking no. </div>
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I know I have a disability, but I hate admiring it officially. It was this way in University, too. I was given letter to give to professors that gave me things like extra time for papers and leniency for absences. But I hated using them. So I wouldn't, until I had to. </div>
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Well, yesterday was a long, hard, stressful day at work. And do you know what the number one trigger for my depression is? Stress! So, today has been, well, heck. It's a good thing I don't work today. But I'm worried about tomorrow. And the next day. And the next day. Will I be able to get out of bed? Will I be able to make it to work on time? </div>
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So, I'm regretting saying no. Because obviously the answer is yes, and I should have been honest and checked yes. And now I don't know what to do. How do I being up something like this? Especially since I don't have a therapist or psychiatrist anymore. How do I provide evidence that I do have a disability? </div>
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I just don't know. But I hope I can figure it out soon. It would suck if I had to quit. </div>
cspokeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09947593802321018450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594104113170820405.post-68204879137182240712013-05-31T20:26:00.000-06:002013-05-31T20:26:19.008-06:00On a Happier NoteOn a whim, I decided to change my twitter profile picture. I choose a picture of a sculpture, outside BYU's Museum of Art. I took this in early January, while it was snowing. Someone commented on it, and I replied that I had quite a few shots of sculptures in the snow.<br />
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The exhibit is called <a href="http://moa.byu.edu/exhibitions/current-exhibitions/michael-whiting-8-bit-modern/" target="_blank">"8-bit modern,"</a> and it is by Michael Whiting. The sculptures will be there until September 6, 2013, in case you live in Utah (or want to visit), and want to see them not covered in snow.<br />
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Here are the photos I took:<br />
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A deer</div>
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A floating duck</div>
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A cat head (?)</div>
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Floating duck from another angle</div>
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Hiding duck</div>
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There you are!</div>
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Pidgin?</div>
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Another duck</div>
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Cat head head on</div>
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While looking for those pictures, I found these other pictures of snow that I thought I'd share with you, too. Enjoy!</div>
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My car buried in snow</div>
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Snowy landscape, taken while my dad was driving</div>
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Snowflakes on my car</div>
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More snowflakes on my car</div>
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Lots of snowflakes on my car!</div>
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Snow on my front windshield (looking out)</div>
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<br />cspokeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09947593802321018450noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594104113170820405.post-14007231981307427522013-05-29T15:42:00.001-06:002013-05-29T22:51:04.680-06:00The In-Between PlaceI'm in this in-between place. I've been here for years, it seems. I'm not really depressed, I can live a fairly normal life. I smile, I tell jokes. I do things with friends. I even have a job! But inside it feels like I'm faking it. All I want to do is stay in bed. But I don't, because I have some energy, I'm not constantly thinking about suicide, I'm ok. <div><br></div><div>But that's the problem. I'm just ok. When I first came out of my depression-induced fog, this was great. I could smile again! There were times I was genuinely happy! Things were looking up. But, I've reached a plateau, and my mood is just...stuck. I'm not going down, but I'm not going up. And I think to myself, "really? Is this what life is supposed to be?"</div><div><br></div><div>Here's a little confession: I hate this in-between place. I'd rather be full-on depressed them where I am now. When I was depressed, all I could think about was suicide. My thoughts were full of how to commit suicide, or living minute by minute trying to stop myself from commuting suicide, mainly because I was in England and didn't want to put my parents through the hassle of having to ship my body home. Now that I'm out of that fog, I know that suicide is wrong, selfish, etc. and yet part of me wishes that I could go back to being that depressed, so I could actually kill myself and not feel so guilty about it. </div><div><br></div><div>I know I need to see a therapist. I went and talked to my bishop about getting financial help to pay for therapy. At first he was ok with it but when I went back the following week, he told me he didn't think I needed a therapist. He told me my life was great, all I need to do is remember to "choose today to be happy," and do lots of service, and I'd be great. The thing is, it's not that simple. If I could simply "choose to be happy," I'd be happy. But I can't. I can choose to fake it, and sometimes that leads to real happiness. But mostly it doesn't. </div><div><br></div><div>I'm not quite sure what to do at this point. Go to a cheap therapist that I can afford, and hope he's better than my last cheap therapist? Go into debt? Go back to my bishop and beg? I honestly don't know. But I do know that I'm starting to hate my life again. And that's never a good sign. </div>cspokeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09947593802321018450noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594104113170820405.post-48074671552928154152013-05-02T18:55:00.000-06:002013-05-02T18:55:13.852-06:00Lost<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 150%;">What happens when all your dreams are lying on the ground? Do you pick up the pieces all around?</span></div>
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All my dreams are shattered. Well, except the one I just completed: graduating
from BYU. Other than that, everything has failed. Everything I ever wanted is
gone. Out of reach. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Perhaps not forever, but far enough into the future that I can't see them. far
enough away that I don't even know which path would take me to them. I'm trying
to imagine myself in 5 years, 1 year, 6 months, or heck even one month is a
big fog-bank. I close my eyes and try to see where I might be in two weeks
and I see nothing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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By this time I knew that I'd be married. After all, who graduated from BYU
single? No one. Or very few. But it's been over a year since someone asked me
out. It's been over 8 months since I asked out a guy and he turned me down. As
I look at myself, I see the shut-in I wish to become. I'm still getting over my
last (and only) relationship. I wonder - who on earth would ever want to marry
me? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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My main problem is that I've never wanted a career. Never. Ever. I've always
wanted to be a stay-at-home mom. Once upon a time I wanted to be an author but
that dream is so deep and buried, I don't know if I'll ever be able to bring it
back. But in any case, I never wanted to work. I never wanted a job. I only
wanted to be a mom. I knew that an education was important, and I knew I wanted
to graduate from BYU. But I could never figure out what I wanted to be. You
could see that in my several different majors - I jumped from Photography to
Accounting, Computer Science (with an Animation Emphasis!) to Home and Family
Life, Math to Psychology. I did give several 'practical' majors a shot - I
really tried with Accounting and Computer Science. And if I had succeeded
in enjoying the classes, and being good at the subjects, I'd be able
to have a reasonable career now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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But I didn't. On a crazy whim/prompting/thought I changed my major to
Psychology. And there it stayed. And there's little I can do with
a Bachelor's And my GPA is so ruined, I'm not sure I could get into
a Master's program, even if I was sure that was something I wanted to do right
now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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So, I'm stuck. I picked up an application to work at a grocery store today. A
college grad. Working at a grocery store for little more than minimum wage. Is
this what my life has become? What my life will be? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I feel pathetic. Like a loser. Like I should have a dream other than being
married. I understand I need to be able to stand on my own. I understand that I
shouldn't need a guy for me to be happy. I should be awesome and amazing on my
own, and if a guy shows up, woot. But I'm not that girl. I don't know if I ever
was. I'm scared to go out into the world on my own, and I don't know what to do. </span></div>
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cspokeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09947593802321018450noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594104113170820405.post-47514491179791486452013-03-28T15:29:00.000-06:002013-03-28T15:32:55.106-06:00The Position of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on the Issue of Suicide<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Earlier today I asked Twitter if they'd be interested in reading
the paper I wrote on the church's official position on suicide. I got a few
responses, all in the affirmative, so here it is. I will be posting 3 parts:
the summery/conclusion, which is a summary of the quotes I found; personal
insights, which are reasons why I choose this topic (I could choose anything to
look up the Church's position); and sources of all my quotes. I had to have at
least two quotes by Presidents of the Church, the combined first presidency, or
other official church sources (LDS Newsroom, Church Handbook of Instruction,
etc.). I could then supplement with quotes from other general
authorities (and I did). </span><em><b><u><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; font-style: normal; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"><o:p></o:p></span></u></b></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><i> </i>From the attached research, I find
the position of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on the issue of suicide to be: </span><em><span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><i> </i>The Church is against
suicide, but it recognizes that those who commit suicide aren’t always in their
proper state of mind and as such may not be held responsible for their
decision<i>. </i></span><em><span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><i> </i>President Spencer W. Kimball said,
“It is a terrible criminal act for a person to go out and shorten his life by
suicide” (1982). However, he also said, “To commit suicide is a sin if one is
normal in his thinking” (italics added). Far too many people fall into
depression and don’t get help, either because they do not recognize what is
happening, they don’t think they need help, or they can’t afford it. All of
these are tragic, and any of them could lead to suicide<i>. </i></span><em><span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Unfortunately,
many family members and friends of those who commit suicide believe that all
hope is lost and that their loved one is stuck in the telestial kingdom forever
(Ballard, 1987). But this is not true<i>. </i></span><em><span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><i> </i>The Church Handbook of Instruction,
states: “It is wrong to take a life, including one’s own. However, a person who
commits suicide may not be responsible for his or her acts. Only God can judge
such a matter” (2010).</span><em><span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><i> </i>Elder Bruce R. McConkie, formerly of
the Quorum of the Twelve, defined suicide as “the voluntary and intentional
taking of one’s own life, particularly where the person involved is
accountable and has a sound mind” (1966). With this definition, it’s hard to
know exactly how many people are taking their own lives have a sound mind, and
thus are condemned. It’s good to take this all into consideration. </span><em><span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><i> </i>D&C 138: 57-59 discusses those
who die “under the bondage of sin,” stating that “after they have paid the
penalty of their transgressions, and are washed clean, shall receive a reward according
to their works.” This points to a situation where someone might have been a good
member of the church, following the commandments, doing what they’re supposed
to, and if they fall victim to depression and kill themselves, their good works
will not be for naught<i>. </i></span><em><span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><u><span style="line-height: 200%;">Personal Insights</span></u></b><em><b><u><span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></u></b></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><i> </i>I have a very personal reason to
research this topic. As you may remember, I took your class in the fall of 2009
but had to withdraw at the end of October. My granddad had died, and I went
over to England to help my mom go through his house and properly dispose of his
belongings. But even before that, I was struggling. You see, in September of
that year I was diagnosed with depression, and I spent the rest of the year
severely depressed and suicidal (luckily in January I was able to see a
psychiatrist and things have gotten better). During those few months, every day
was a challenge. And so back then, I decided to research this for my paper,
mainly to see what would be my fate if I choose to do such a thing. </span><em><span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><i> </i>To me, this information is both a
comfort and a warning. If my depression comes back so bad and so fast that I do
lose clarity of mind, and decide that the world would be better without me, I
would not be automatically damned for committing suicide. On the other hand, if
I decide today that life is just really hard and I just don’t feel like
completing this earthly test, I would be held more accountable in that state of
mind. In neither instance is suicide in any way a good thing, or endorsed, but
in the first one it is more understood. </span><em><span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“It is a terrible criminal act for a person to go out and
shorten his life by suicide” </span><em><span style="line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“To commit suicide is a sin if one is normal in his
thinking<i>.</i>”</span><em><span style="line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Teachings of Spencer W.
Kimball, ed. Edward L. Kimball, Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1982, p. 187.)</span><span style="font-style: italic; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">It is wrong to take a life, including one’s own. However, a
person who commits suicide may not be responsible for his or her acts<i>. </i>Only God
can judge such a matter<i>.</i></span><em><span style="line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><i> </i>Church
Handbook of Instruction, 2010</span><em><span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I beheld that the faithful elders of this dispensation,
when they depart from mortal life, continue their labors in the preaching of
the gospel of repentance and redemption, through the sacrifice of the Only Begotten
Son of God, among those who are in darkness and <span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">under
the bondage of sin</span> in the great world of the spirits of the dead.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The dead <span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">who
repent will be redeemed,</span> through obedience to the ordinances of the
house of God,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“And <span style="border: none windowtext 1.0pt; mso-bidi-font-style: italic; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; padding: 0in;">after
they have paid the penalty of their transgressions,</span> and are washed
clean, shall receive a reward according to their works, for they are heirs of
salvation.” <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="https://www.lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/138.57-59?lang=eng#56"><span style="border: 1pt none windowtext; color: windowtext; line-height: 200%; padding: 0in; text-decoration: none;">D&C 138:57–59</span></a><span style="line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">“Suicide consists in the voluntary and intentional
taking of one’s own life, particularly where the person involved is
accountable and has a sound mind. … Persons subject to great stresses may lose<i>
</i>control of themselves and become mentally clouded to the point that they are no
longer accountable for their acts<i>. </i>Such are not to be condemned for taking
their own lives. It should also be remembered that judgment is the Lord’s;
he knows the thoughts, intents, and abilities of men; and he in his infinite wisdom
will make all things right in due course.”</span><em><span style="line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><span style="line-height: 200%;"> </span></em><span style="color: windowtext; line-height: 200%; text-decoration: none;">Mormon Doctrine</span><span style="line-height: 200%;">, Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1966, p.<i> </i>771</span><em><span style="font-style: normal; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="line-height: 200%;"> I
know that any fully rational person who contemplates suicide must realize what
a terribly selfish act this is. Peace came to me only when I recognized that
only the Lord could administer fair judgment. He alone had all the facts, and
only He would know the intent of the heart of my friend. I was reconciled with
the idea that a lifetime of goodness and service to others must surely be
considered by the Lord in judging the life of a person.</span></span><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="line-height: 200%;">When
he does judge us, I feel he will take all things into consideration: our
genetic and chemical makeup, our mental state, our intellectual capacity, the teachings
we have received, the traditions of our fathers, our health, and so forth.</span></span><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="line-height: 200%;">I
draw an important conclusion from the words of the Prophet: Suicide is a sin—a
very grievous one, yet the Lord will not judge the person who commits that sin
strictly by the act itself. The Lord will look at that person’s circumstances
and the degree of his accountability at the time of the act.</span></span><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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<span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span>Elder M. Russell Ballard – Suicide:
Some Things We Know, and Some We Do Not. October 1987 Ensign</span></span></span><span class="MsoSubtleEmphasis"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
cspokeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09947593802321018450noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594104113170820405.post-37647641342083960072013-03-27T15:41:00.000-06:002013-03-27T15:41:13.512-06:00An Apology<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I talked about <a href="http://cspokey.blogspot.com/2013/03/hi.html" target="_blank">here</a>, last Tuesday my teacher said some pretty hurtful things, joking about depression, anorexia, and abortion.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Luckily we had a mid-course evaluation last week, so I was able to tell him, anonymously, how hurtful it was and even if he didn't mean it that way, it was not good.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, I went to class last night. Truthfully, I wasn't even sure if he'd bring it up. He seems like a nice enough guy, but this is a delicate topic, and would he bring up how wrong he was? Would he apologize?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Luckily, he did both. We went over the results of the mid-course evaluation, which were pretty boring for me. But I noticed on the PowerPoint there was a bullet that addressed this. So I sat patiently. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When he got to that bullet-point, he said "I'm sorry if I get emotional" and proceeded to apologize. He mentioned that only a few people brought this up, but he felt it was important enough that he needed to address it. He was generally upset that he had offended anyone. He basically broke into tears. I was impressed. I still am. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Which brings me to my point: part of me really wants to email him and thank him for being so humble to apologize - that it means a lot to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Should I? </span>cspokeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09947593802321018450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594104113170820405.post-49487006297652497682013-03-21T15:44:00.001-06:002013-03-21T15:44:59.309-06:00I need some adviceSo, I have a problem. Yesterday I poked my head around twitter looking for a therapist. I don't want to try a BYU councilor again, besides I'm graduating! Anyway, someone recommended one and he looks pretty cool. <br />
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The problem? He doesn't bill insurance. So, I have a few options:<br />
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1- Talk to my insurance company and do the billing myself, getting reimbursed/whatever<br />
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2- Talk to my bishop and see if my church would help me pay for it<br />
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3- Just go somewhere cheaper<br />
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I mentioned option two to my mom last night and she really didn't like it. She said that my bishop would just have me go to my family first. She didn't understand why he didn't bill insurance, and couldn't understand why I didn't go to a cheaper (much cheaper, kind of charity cheap) therapist. <br />
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Anyway, she sighed and said that she and my dad would pay for it. While looking worried. I already owe them tons of money. And retirement is coming up in just a few years. They can't afford this. <br />
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Anyway, advice? cspokeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09947593802321018450noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594104113170820405.post-58956090705777403472013-03-20T09:59:00.001-06:002013-03-20T09:59:17.596-06:00MusicI woke up in a better mood than I thought I would. But, of course, it's gradually gone downhill. And since I've been awake for about seven hours now, I'm not in the best shape right now. Gosh, I can barely keep up with Twitter.<br />
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My whole body aches. I have no idea how I'm going to get through my 'dance' class. I guess I'm going to have to tell my professor my situation. I hope he understand. Because...I just can't. I can barely type.<br />
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Anyway, I'm trying to feel a little better. And something that has a huge influence on my mood is my music. So I'm asking you, dear friends, for suggestions for my playlist. This is what I have so far:<br />
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- Some Nights by fun.<br />
- It Gets Better by fun.<br />
- Madness by Muse<br />
- I Will Wait by Mumford & Sons<br />
- Underdog by Imagine Dragons<br />
- Demons by Imagine Dragons<br />
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What else should I add?cspokeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09947593802321018450noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2594104113170820405.post-49879321629848689682013-03-19T19:53:00.002-06:002013-03-27T15:41:07.125-06:00Hi<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">This is
probably a bit much for a first post. But I'm not feeling great. I'm tired. I'm
stressed. And my class made everything worse. So, I'm posting this story.
Because I feel it explains some things. Or maybe I just want it out
there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">One last
thought: I'm not currently suicidal. Don't go calling the cops or anything. I'm
not going to kill myself. I'm going to go home and sleep. And probably cry.
That is all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I have to
write this. I’ve been meaning to write this for over a year. Maybe two. And
even now it’s hard to put down the words. Maybe I’ve been overreacting this
whole time. Maybe all this pain and hurt is made up. But I don’t think so. I’ve
been avoiding writing this because I know it’s going to hurt. But I have to heal.
I have to do this so I can share it with others, share why I have such a
complicated relationship with suicide, with my mother, with counselors.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I don’t
remember exactly when it was. I’m pretty sure I was in school. Winter semester?
Maybe ’10? I was feeling down. I think it was a Wednesday. I had seen Derek (my
councilor) and things had gone pretty much the same as they always did: we
talked about meaningless stuff and it didn’t really do much but kinda sorta
helped. Anyway, after that I had some time before my ride was going to leave.
Of course, I got onto twitter and was making random replies. Most of them
alluding to suicide. Because that was the mood I was in. Anyway, a twitter
follower noticed. And got kinda mad at me. And asked if I was serious. And I
said sort of. She told me to go see my counselor. I told her I’d already seen
him that day. She said she didn’t care, go back to the counseling center and
ask to see him, or she’d tell my parents. So I did. Because I didn’t want to
face my parents.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I walked in.
I remember being really nervous. I asked to see him. The receptionist asked if
I had an appointment (maybe she didn’t, maybe she recognized that I had been in
there earlier, I don’t remember). Anyway, I remember that he was actually
upstairs in his other office, but they said he’d come down. So I went and laid
down on his couch and waited for him, not thinking about much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">He came in.
We talked a little. I don’t remember really, something something suicide, plan,
whatever. He left the room to grab some papers to get me admitted to the
hospital. I just laid there and thought of nothing. It was easy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">After an
incredibly long period of time, he came back in empty handed. He said he
thought about it and decided it would be best if we called my parents and had
them admit me instead. I thought this was a terrible idea, since the whole
reason I went to see him was so I didn’t have to talk to my parents about
suicide, which is awkward no matter who you’re talking to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">He called my
mom on speakerphone. We called my dad. My ride called and I had to tell her
that I’d get a different ride home. My dad came and picked me up. I don’t
remember the ride home. It wasn’t very eventful. We got home. And then things
really went downhill.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">You see
since it was Wednesday, my parents had a genealogy class they were teaching.
And my mom’s One Big Passion is family history. So she asked me, her suicidal
daughter, if it could wait. If they could wait and admit me after the class.
Because heaven forbid they cancel the class! As you can tell I’m bitter about
this. Very bitter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">So they
taught their class. I sat in a La-Z-Boy in the corner, trying not to think,
trying not to feel. Failing. Because my parents just chose dead people and
class members over their own daughter. Over me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">After
class mom asked me if I still wanted to be admitted. Since it was never really
my idea in the first place, I said no. She asked if I’d promise not to kill myself.
I said sure. I went up to bed. I cried myself to sleep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">The
next morning I got up and went to school, as if nothing had changed. But
something had.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"> I've been
struggling these past few months. But I thought that if I could at least make
it through this semester, I’d graduate and I’d be done. I could then figure
stuff out. Maybe find a therapist. But tonight, that changed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I went to my
Psychological Development: Adolescence class. The first half was
presentations and stuff, but then we started talking about the chapter which
was, apparently, on Adolescent Problems. First on the list: depression. So we
talked about depression, blah blah blah. Then we talked about why maybe girls
attempt suicide 4x more than guys, but guys succeed 4x more than girls. Talked
about maybe it being different means of suicide. Then my teacher made a huge
mistake. He said “I’ve never really thought about killing myself, but if I did,
I’d want to make sure it was a way that actually did the job, you know?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Now I’m
sitting there, on the front row, and suicide was already on my mind (it’s been
on my mind every day for probably over a year, to be honest). And then he says
that. He also mentioned that “We don’t really have any effective therapies for
Major Depressive Disorder.” Guess what type of depression I deal with? Major.
So in the time span of about 10 minutes he’s said both 1 – whatever therapies
you try won’t work, so don’t try, and 2 – if you do try to commit suicide, go
big or go home. Make sure you don’t just attempt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">This is when
I turned to twitter. Which has saved me in the past. I need to find a
therapist. And probably talk to a Psychiatrist. And a million other things. As
well as get through the next six weeks of school. I just don’t know if I can do
this. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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