Posts Tagged ‘Suicide’

The Risk of Suicide

September 5, 2020

I recently saw this posted online:

I recently saw this Statistic online.. Given my history I’m not surprised, but is it true?

What my research shows is that a Dutch study published in October 2019. found that women with Fibromyalgia have a 10-fold increase in risk for suicide.

“Our data show that both suicidal ideation and the risk of suicide were higher in both patient groups compared with the controls, but they were highest in patients with fibromyalgia. Depression was the factor most strongly associated with both suicidal ideation and the risk of suicide. Examining the characteristics of both patient groups, it was apparent that pain intensity and physical health were similar but that the severity of depression and mental health status were significantly worse among patients with fibromyalgia. Sleep quality was poor in both groups but was worse among patients with fibromyalgia.”

Anothervarticle expands in that, claiming mutiple studies support this, but I have not found additional studies. This same articles states that Fibromites are about three times more likely than other chronic pain patients. Given he lack of confirmation of the first comment, I’m not sure how reliable the second claim is.

Multiple studies conducted as a result of the Dutch research has encountered a slightly different conclusion. These additional studies have determine that while yes, Women with Fibromyalgia do have an increase risk of suicide. However, this statistic is only accurate within a sub-set of this. They determined that women with Fibromyalgia who *also* have depression are ar a 10 tunes increase in the risk of suicide.

The most recent independent study shows a mild to moderate risk of a suicide in fibromyalgia patients. This study also, unlike previous, takes into account other factors including age, gender, occupation status, monthly income, NSAID use, and comorbidities. .

My Conclusion: People with Fibro have no more risk of suicide than other chronic pain patients. But people with Fibro AND depression/anxiety are at significant risk of suicidal ideologies.

However, it is important to remember that fibromyalgia and depression are strongly related. Patients with fibromyalgia frequently suffer from a comorbid major depressive disorder,

When treating women with fibromyalgia, doctors should be on the lookout for depression and warning signs of suicide, according to a new study.

Source articles:

https://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/730633

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3998848/

https://www.painnewsnetwork.org/stories/2018/9/22/fibromyalgia-and-the-high-risk-of-suicide

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5591103/

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3998848/

https://www.reuters.com/article/us-fibromyalgia-suicide-idUSTRE66F3JJ20100716

https://journals.lww.com/md-journal/fulltext/2016/11010/increased_risk_of_a_suicide_event_in_patients_with.20.aspx

She Saved Me!

July 17, 2020

In November of 2011, a little puppy was born. In February of 2012, she became mine.

Prior to us getting her, I’d had alot of issues. My relationship was severely toxic & abusive. I was no longer was in contact with close friends & family. My health was rapidly deteriorating & my disability made me almost house bound. My depression started going into overdrive & I did not deal well.

As a result, I have lost track of the number of suicide attempts I had over the first 5-6 years of our relationship. It was so bad that I wrote on my meds list “In the event of a Suicide Attempt Do NOT Let me go home”. I was on 5 different antidepressants & they were not mixing well either.

But my life Changed when in February 2012 when I was given a life to take care of. Lilly.

I now had a “reason to live.”

She became my world. She was 100% mine. My partner did close to nothing with her on his own. He didn’t feed her, groomer her, take her out. He did occasionally play with her, but I don’t think he ever loved her. But I did.

So despite the increasing toxicity, I was able to survive because I had her. I had to be around to take care of her. I honestly believe, she would have suffered if I was gone & left with him.

She was my world. She was the reason I got up in the morning – literally. I had to take her out for a walk in the morning to do her business.

My relationship came to a sudden end when his son overheard his Dad threatening Lilly’s life. Now I don’t know if the boy knew his Dad was talking about Lil, or if he thought the treat was towards me. Either way he called 911. My ex was arrested and charged with Uttering Death Threats I believe the charge was.

I took Lilly & moved back home to my parents despite their misgivings. I got counselling, months and months of counselling. I was able to focus on my health. I reconnected with old friends and made new ones. I managed to maintain friendships from the time I was with him despite him. I am so lucky to have both of my best friend’s back as two of the closest people to me. I’ve rebuilt my relationships with family, my parents, my sister & her family, my brother & his family.

I am happy, reasonably healthy, and alive. Thanks to her.

Thinking of Suicide? Please Read!

February 22, 2017

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it , everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day.

People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you.


Personal note: I’ve been there where it doesn’t seem like it’s worth it, even tried several times over the years… I’ve been in those shoes, so I have an idea of what’s going on in the head.. it may not seem it right now, but you are loved and if you need someone to talk to I’m here..