Thought about it.
A few years back, I think it was a little bit postpartum and then mega stress of having to live up to expectations from so many different ends.
Got to a point where I decided to see a therapist.
I called my mom for support and she talked me out of it.
I was in tears. I went through it again about a year and a half ago and I think what got me through was knowing my kids needed me.
Now, I think that even though I get incredibly lonely, not feeling like I have to work so hard to live up to these expectations to keep others happy has been a huge burden lifted off my shoulder.
I worry about one of my sisters. She has expressed suicidal thoughts to me at times. The good thing is she finally got to a point where she went to the therapist and is on meds. The problem is, med insurance for her and her family isn't always stable due to their circumstances.
When I read about Ary I swore to my husband, that if she ever took her life, I would take every last bit of anger that I had and pour it on the WTS because the expectations and the constant threat of disapproval/shunning is running people ragged. They are seriously, truly modern day Pharisees.
meagan