i always thought of jumping into the river during alligator mating season but was also worried about my appendages. if i ever do it, i will put 2 lbs of spoiled bacon under my hat

im not making light, just being honest, my suicidal ideations are a strange comfort

I refer to mine as fantasies.

what scares me ,is what happens if i fuck it up and survive

i once knew i guy who sat on the tracks in front of a train. he was denied veterans benefits. before he was struck he made eye contact with the engineer. ironically the engineer retired at full pay due to ptsd . my friend whos name was tom was the toughest man i ever knew

ps dont tell your fantasies to the authorities, they will lock you the fuck up

My suicidal ideations got me through the funeral. I even wrote a letter and attached all my important information to it. But, I couldn’t go through with hurting myself. So then I made all these doctor appointments hoping they would find something wrong with me. The results of my mammogram are still out, so there’s hope yet.

Nebby, and don’t tell the fantasies to a counselor because they’re required by law to report them to the authorities. Lol.

I worked in psychiatry for nearly 40 yrs. Knowing the difference between fantasies and a realistic suicide plan was a basic skill. Besides I would of only poked the bear in the kneecap.

i was at the va and a nurse asked me if i was depressed, i told her that my wife of 47 yrs was dying from cancer.she put me in the ptsd protocol. i told her that anyone in my situation who was not depressed was a sociopath. it made no difference to her. i now tell them that im doing great

The world is full of idiots.

i thought about hanging myself but i only h ave 7 ft ceilings are that requires knot tying skills that are beyond my pay grade

I was talking with a coworker today and we were saying we would go back in time and meet and marry our spouses again even though we know we would lose them again at their moment in time. and I admitted that if I could do that, I'd get us drunk and go on a joyride the night before so we go together. we laughed and I gotta tell ya it does help~

jean suffered 4 1/2 tears with terminal cancer. the only time we heard from the american cancer society was when they asked for donations

fuck the red cross as well, fuck the wounded warriors{ i have two purple hearts}