Posted by sar on June 27, 2001, at 16:03:15
In reply to Re: woah..., posted by Kingfish on June 27, 2001, at 7:51:54
The strange thing is that it almost seemed so normal. I just didn't want to go to work the next day. My options seemed limited: I could kill myself and not go to work, or I could call the police and let them figure out what to do with me.
You're originally from Dallas, Kingfish? You aren't a SMU girl, are you (apparently there's kind of a silly racy song the A&M boys sing about the SMU ("Smoo") girls)? I'm in San Antonio right now.
I don't think anyone should have to resort to suicide in order to make people understand. What your husband said makes sense, but it's also ridiculous and a great indicator that he doesn't understand the ins & outs of depression. Most people are lucky enough not to--and when they do it doesn't even take that much explaining, you just see the knowing look in their eyes. *however,* and I am said to say this, my own suicide attempt in February helped my parents to realize what a sad tomato I really am. They'd previously thought that I was a bit depressed because I don't have a career goal, and what will I do with a Lib Arts degree? I laughed hard at that.
Here's my quandry about bipolar disorder: I've never felt manic except when drinking. 75% of the time I'm very sad and shy, then 25% of the time I get dressed to the nines, go out and drink, flirt and find myself surrounded by men snorting up champagne, telling funny stories & taking strangers home. I may just have Shy Depressed Drunk Girl Disorder, I don't know. How would you describe your own bipolarity, Kingfish? I just don't want to jump to any false conclusions...I just also want to figure out why I feel so fuckin bad all the time.
Texans are rad, I love Texas. Where do you live now?
Thanks for your concern, Kingfish, you're a sweetheart, please keep posting.
love
sar
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