triggrhappy94 said:
I don't think we should up hold someone's wish to die. Depression is the result of a chemical inbalance in the brain. Floading the system with drugs isn't the answer either, however. Instead of paying for multiple ER visits, insurance/whoever should have them see a therapist or a psychiatrist. I know doctor are allowed to deem someone mentally unfit and hold them for 24 hours if they've attempted suicide.
Just want to put this out there, sometimes a state of depression isn't caused by chemical imbalance but by overwhelming circumstance, I've been there, multiple times, I was put on antidepressants of multiple varieties and y'know what they did? Made me more suicidal because they weren't working propperly with my brain chemistry, and were essencially causing me to feel no emotion whatsoever, also causing ED and insomnia, I just wanted the hell that was a life that was so shit I could only dread the coming day and fear the dreams that came with sleep, with the medication, I was tired all the time, couldn't think straight, and couldn't feel anything, it felt like I was a ghost, wandering in a haze between worlds, like nothing was really real.
That was some 12 years ago, and life has only started to improve, over the last year I could only stop thinking about how death would feel, and being rather strongly contested between my hatred of giving up and the weakness that represented(which would kill the meagre reputational legacy I'd leave behind, and hurt everyone I cared for), and the release that death would bring from the agony, constant stress, self loathing, and the lack of a visible solution to any of my life's many difficulties, by smoking a copious ammount of marijuana and working my ass off at as many jobs or tasks as I could find, to keep me away from the dangerous realm of being awake with nothing to do.
Lemme clarify this so you don't think I'm just some Emo idiot from a middle class family who's sad because he doesn't get enough attention. I grew up in a household, paid for by my mom's welfare cheques and under the table work, which paid for a minimal ammount of food and not much else for my mom, myself, my sister, and my grandmother.
I've never met my dad, but my mother and sister both have told me about him, he was a violent drunk, and my mother left him while pregnant with me, to save us all from the dangers he represented to my mother my (at the time) 4 and a half year old sister, and my unborn self.
As a child I worked for the favours I recieved, I did most of the work around the house, and did manual labour for others in exchange for pocket money, when I was 7 I started mowing lawns, and I chopped firewood for a neighbour.
My life was one of few friends, and much work. My family was constantly fighting amongst themselves, and using me as an unwitting spy/pawn against eachother, which resulted in me becoming a scape goat for them, and being told how bad/worthless I was in between admiration for my easy grasp of advanced math, higher than average for an adult vocabulary(when I was young), which resulted in giving me incredibly mixed messages, all while being taught "Christian" values, of servitude, and humillity, my self immage was nonexistant as was the concept of self esteem.
When it comes to depression, there are many forms, some are caused by underlying dissabilities that cause problems for people in life, causing situational depression.
There's a form of seasonal depression for those who live in darker climates, due to lack of sunlight exposure, causing vitamin deficiencies.
A diet too low in the correct fats, and devoid of cholesterol will cause nervous system degradation, and an imbalance in the production of endorphins, essencially rendering the brain incapable of preducing the things you need to be happy and not feel like shit all the time.
And there are direct instabilities in brain chemistry caused by genetic defects, which can be treated with certain medications which act as a replacement/additive to what the brain lacks, or underproduces.
Most of the time the type of depression, and causes that lie therein, require a lot of knowledge of a person's situation, diet, and family background when relating to hereditarily apparent dissabillities and disseases, and I'm not sure if it's just me, and some of the people I've known, but it seems that some psychiatrists are more likely to just try a bunch of drugs on you than they are to dig deep enough into your life to find root causes, other than just assuming there's something wrong with your brain, and putting you on medications to try and treat it.
I've been doing exceptionally fine lately, and that's due to my life not being a hopeless dready poverty stricken slog, with no light at the end of the debt tunnel where I reside, I've moved to a significantly cheaper, and better paying place than I was for most of my life, and I should have most, if not all of my financial problems dealt with within the year.
As such, I am not constantly stressed out, I'm not having to work two or more jobs just to feed myself and pay rent, and I can see opertunities other than a possible career in drug dealing, ahead of me, things that seem like I may have a life worth bothering with.
I can understand that preserving life is important, but sometimes, I do think that it's a great source of indignity to those determined to die, being prevented from doing so over and over again, in this case since they couldn't really ask him whether he wanted saving, there's not much choice in the matter, it's their job to save his life... I do think that if a patient requests non-interference, or requests lethal injection, that their request should be considered, and their choice respected.
