Oh, no....Oh, no...
 

I know the majority of you all won't care, but this is just tragic news for me.

Nicholas Hughes (son of poet Sylvia Plath and poet Ted Huhges) hung himself in his Alaska home on the 16th.....oh, no.....this is terrible.

rest now, Nicholas.....

Tis sad....but c'mon. Apple doesn't fall far..........

RIP :(

I saw that earlier today - I'm not familiar with him at all. I have to admit though that Sylia was way too depressing a read for me.
Sorry that a person took their life though :(

46 and single and living in Alaska is not a good sign. RIP.

yeah, 4(7) and single and living in Alaska, all cuddled up to nothing but salmon (he was a fisheries biologist) is NOT a good sign. He was gorgeous, too....I'll try to post a link to a pic....


www.chenakings.org/people/

He's second guy down the page

Depression and similar brain conditions (anxiety, OCD, ADD, addiction) are hereditary.

To have come this far. To live to 46 and give up!

46, single,living in Alaska with a depressive nature was not a good sign. RIP

Alaska is probably depressing enough on it's own.

I know this is off topic but as a mom with one suffering from anxiety,ocd how is it treated best?

How will 'I' ever feel good about leaving this earth? I am not near offing myself but I am about that old and think about stuff.

What I do is always try to remember that i'll only be on this earth for maybe 60-80 years (although nobody in my family has lived passed 63). But I'll be dead a lot longer after that.
Might as well stick around just for the curiosity of what new or fun thing might happen next.

yep, what'cha got to lose by hanging around a bit?

"No use hiding this pretty head in the ground"...........

I ripped that from a band.

It really goes: You say I'd be better off dead, well I know...But there's no use hiding this pretty head in the ground.

Depends on how 'painful' your current life is. When every moment of every day seems like torture, yes, you'd much rather end it.

Q: "What do you have to lose?"
A: Anguish, misery, futility, failure.

He's probably spent half his life asking himself the question, do I want to live another day?

Eventually his answer was no.

Violets are blue
Roses are red
Are things any better
Now that your dead?

Some cases yes, some cases no.

I went through a semi-suicidal phase in my early 20's.

Ditto what Sheldon said. I also figured that I had nothing to lose -- you know, if things are THAT bad, I could do something else that was really drastic to change my life besides ending it. Move away, dump whomever I was with, quit my job, go on a long trip, cut my hair and dye it purple!

I still keep that in mind sometimes when things look really bleak. If you aren't happy, there are umptyzillion things you could try first, all guaranteed to hurt your loved ones less than your death.

So, what if you have lost the only person/thing that made life worth living? Say, a 40-year marriage. Absolutely irreplaceable.
Add to that the fact that there are very few people out there who 'love you' in any meaningful way?

When every day is a searing, aching yawning void of loss.
When it never gets any better.

That's when they start demanding grandbabies...

Pie, is there any way you could convince your mom to come live near you? If she's really at a point where she feels she has nothing to lose, uprooting everything and moving couldn't be too traumatic by comparison, could it?

Because it might.


But don't get me wrong, I get that way too. Have attempted several times; came close once. But most of the time, all I can think of is that I might miss something good here that I won't get there.

Sometimes knowing that you could, if you chose to, end your life can be a freeing thought. Nothing need feel too heavy as long as you have your ticket out stuffed in your back pocket. Not a ticket i imagine I'd ever use, not as long as I have loved ones and/or a sense of purpose, however small and personal. (Youthful experiments in this area threw family's responses into sharp relief. That's no longer a picture I'd be comfortable with.)

I like that it's there nonetheless. It's mine, I fucking earned it. Life is precious, but so is death. We are culturally disposed towards choice in the one and an absolute absence of choice in the other.

I am trying to get her out here. She's on the fence. There may be an opportunity for her to work with one of the governmental agencies near here; it would provide her with some meaningful human contact. These days, she says she leaves the house only every other week or so. She's only 60; a little young to become a shut-in.

She's reluctant to leave a town she loves, with people she knows (even if she rarely gets out to see them, sometimes folks drop by to see her) to move out to a place where she knows only two people -- me and my husband. And to leave a house with her last happy memories of my father, and possibly have to give up her dog. (We'd be taking the dog.)

I don't know what I would do under similar circumstances.:(