During 1991-1992 school year I had lived in the fine arts dorm on campus and had my favorite school year ever. My very rough freshman year saw me living off-campus with virtual strangers, not playing tennis or taking any dance classes due to injuries for the first time since I was five, hitting an all-time weight high and bulimia-low. I almost flunked out of school and my only real friend in Irvine at the time was the upstairs dance major who bonded with me over our shared eating disorder. Near the end of that year, at the urging of my brother, I underwent testing and was verified to be ‘learning disabled’ (they don’t call it that anymore). Signing up to live in the dorm the next year was a fresh start and the first place I found my tribe. It was also the only year while in college that I didn’t struggle with bulimia or depression.
In December of 1992, I was in my junior year at UC Irvine and living with friends in a townhouse off campus. Aside from usual pressure of being in college, around this time, my sister told my parents that I had been making myself throw up. My Dad called to tell me that if it continued, he’d pack up all of my stuff and make me quit school and move home. I got better at hiding it. I was being stalked for the second time in my life by someone who would follow me home from campus and work and even was waiting in our back yard when a roommate and I got home from a late-night grocery run. Another night, a male’s voice was calling my name as he threw small rocks at our upstairs window. When my roommate turned on the light, he jumped the fence and ran off. Police were involved, but the ‘incidents’ continued throughout the school year and that person was never caught. With winter break coming and no roommates staying in town, I’d been advised by the police not to stay alone in the house. I’d been working retail part-time in nearby Costa Mesa. Although I’d kept my manager appraised of the stalker situation, she told me in no uncertain terms that taking any time off at the holiday season would mean I’d be unemployed when I got back. As most college students are, I was under immense pressure and didn’t know what to do to improve things.
There was a common occurrence almost any time I was alone during this period. My face would leak. It would start automatically, and it usually came as a surprise. First the tears would flow and then I’d berate myself for crying which spun out into all of the reasons I was a worthless burden to anyone who was dumb enough to put energy into loving me. I knew it wasn’t normal to cry as often as I did, but dang! I can be really mean! Conversations with myself in private left me with little doubt that my friends and family would be better off without the burden of me taking up time and space. Really, I was sure that if they didn’t have me to worry about, everyone, myself included, would be so much better off. About a week before winter break, I bought sleeping pills from a local drug store. I’d planned to take the whole bottle that afternoon while my roommates were out. I was sitting on my bed with no intention of leaving a note trying to summon up the guts to get it over with when I heard my roommates come home early. I heard Pez cheerily bounding up the stairs. She flung open our bedroom door with a big grin on her face and pushed a small Christmas tree into my lap. She gave me a hug as I began to cry and told me that they’d been worried about me. Having had a similar conversation with my brother sixteen years later, I know how hard that must have been for her to say out loud and I don’t know if she ever knew what her coming home early that day prevented. I wish my conversation with my brother had been as effective. Matt took his own life on December 12, 2008.
While December 1992 was my lowest point in college, I don’t pretend that I didn’t cycle back into a dark place ever again. I do know that I had no idea at the time how much better my life was going to get. I am grateful every day for the amazing adventures that I get to have and the team that loves me through them. Is every day great? No! Of course not! But the great thing I finally know is that there is something great in every day as long as I am willing to see it. Adding up all of the great things is a much better use of my time and energy than comparing myself to others and counting all of the ways someone else may be luckier, happier, prettier, smarter, etc. I’m a very competitive person, but I was never going to win a competition against someone else’s genetic code, karma, luck or destiny. I’ve made peace with that side of my persona. It helps that I spend more time offline than on these days and that I don’t watch TV beyond Netflix.
I did get help, and, with some key people in my life who stay tuned in, I have gotten better at identifying my triggers, asking for help and at helping myself. I also improved my relationship with my body and with food. The bulimia and depression combination is one that works easily together to tear you down. In my own struggle with depression after my brother died, I finally told myself that suicide is no longer an option for me and I believe in my heart that I mean it. The challenge is, no one can say that for you, no matter how much they want to. I’ve had several people over the years ask me to “promise” that I wouldn’t end myself and I lied to each of them. Telling them what they wanted to hear at that moment was the only way to end a lecture I was being subjected to rather than a conversation that I needed to have. There is a distinct difference there. I will always be grateful that it was Pez that walked into the room with that Christmas tree that day. She was the only one of my roommates who could have started that conversation and listened rather than lectured. Pez did go on to become a therapist.
This week is National Suicide Prevention Week and with that are a few quick points I’d like for us all to remember:
- If and when you are worried about a loved one for any reason, reach out. Even just a quick text message letting them know that you are thinking of them can make a difference. Don’t do it later. Do it now.
- Follow up. Check in with them again. Are you still worried? If so, follow up more. Use your words. Say specifically that you fear they are thinking of suicide. If you’re still worried after you talk with them, call National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-TALK (8255). Yes, YOU call them because you are worried about your friend. They can guide you on what to do next.
- Be gentle and be kind. With ALL people, be gentle and kind. No matter how well you think you know someone, you never really know the sum of the things they’ve been through or what they say to themselves when they’re alone.
- The only true shame in suicide is that the world will never know all the amazing things one could really accomplish and contribute in a full lifetime. That really IS a shame.
A few really awesome resources:
The Jason Foundation, Inc. is dedicated to the prevention of the “Silent Epidemic” of youth suicide through educational and awareness programs to equip young people, educators / youth workers and parents with the tools and resources to help identify and assist at-risk youth. @JasonFoundation contact@jasonfoundation.com www.jasonfoundation.com
Suicide Prevention Lifeline The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is a 24-hour, toll-free, confidential suicide prevention hotline available to anyone in suicidal crisis or emotional distress. By dialing 1-800-273-TALK (8255), the call is routed to the nearest crisis center in our national network of crisis centers. The Lifeline’s national network of local crisis centers provide crisis counseling and mental health referrals day and night.
@800273talk www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org
911 If you genuinely feel your friend/loved one is in imminent danger of self-harm or suicide, dial 911.
The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention (AFSP) is the leading national not-for-profit organization exclusively dedicated to understanding and preventing suicide through research, education and advocacy, and to reaching out to people with mental disorders and those impacted by suicide. http://www.afsp.org
IF YOU ARE IN SUICIDAL CRISIS PLEASE CALL 800-273-TALK (8255).
If you have lost someone you love to suicide visit: http://www.afsp.org/copingwithsuicide
The Emily Program 888-364-5977 888-EMILY-77 @TheEmilyProgram info@emilyprogram.com http://www.emilyprogram.com
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