The WHO further reports that:
> In the last 45 years suicide rates have increased by 60% worldwide. Suicide is now among the three leading causes of death among those aged 15-44 (both sexes). Suicide attempts are up to 20 times more frequent than completed suicides.
> Although suicide rates have traditionally been highest among elderly males, rates among young people have been increasing to such an extent that they are now the group at highest risk in a third of all countries.
> Mental disorders (particularly depression and substance abuse) are associated with more than 90% of all cases of suicide. However, suicide results from many complex sociocultural factors and is more likely to occur during periods of socioeconomic, family and individual crisis (e.g. loss of a loved one, employment, honour).
> In the last 45 years suicide rates have increased by 60% worldwide. Suicide is now among the three leading causes of death among those aged 15-44 (both sexes). Suicide attempts are up to 20 times more frequent than completed suicides.
> Although suicide rates have traditionally been highest among elderly males, rates among young people have been increasing to such an extent that they are now the group at highest risk in a third of all countries.
> Mental disorders (particularly depression and substance abuse) are associated with more than 90% of all cases of suicide. However, suicide results from many complex sociocultural factors and is more likely to occur during periods of socioeconomic, family and individual crisis (e.g. loss of a loved one, employment, honour).
http://www.befrienders.org/suicide/statistics.htm
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I used to wonder why some people kill themselves. What kind of Depression could occur to one individual that would push him to do such a thing? Depression is not a rare feeling. However, less often than suicide. If depression, as most people who have attempted suicide, is really the cause of suicide cases, then why am I still alive?
Some people say I'm crazy. Some say I just need attention. Others say "I don't care, who are you anyway", and others pity me. What is it thats with me that I crave for death everytime I hear the word. I always imagined how life would be without me. And strangely, it scares me to think that poeple are better off without me, even the ones I love, and the ones I care for. Why am I so depressed over things that I don't even understand? What is it that's lacking within me that I can't seem to get a grip of how my life should be?
Idealism definitely comes to mind. However, reality seems to be more aggressive. My incapabilities seem to have lingered my mind for so long that even paranoia turned into a fragmented reality. Every bit of bliss turns to despair once it becomes a mere part of my memory. I can't seem to get enough of it that the mere craving for happiness becomes a fountain of depression.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?
The only problem that I can seem to grip is that I am Afraid. I am afraid to share my thoughts and emotions to other people. I am afraid that the very moment they found out my inner thoughs they would reject or even despise me. I am afraid that the very person that I am pouring my heart to might get bored of listening to me and eventually leave. HOWEVER, I am even more afraid that by being so afraid, I may be pushing away the ones really dedicated into helping me.
The only problem that I can seem to grip is that I am Afraid. I am afraid to share my thoughts and emotions to other people. I am afraid that the very moment they found out my inner thoughs they would reject or even despise me. I am afraid that the very person that I am pouring my heart to might get bored of listening to me and eventually leave. HOWEVER, I am even more afraid that by being so afraid, I may be pushing away the ones really dedicated into helping me.
I do not know what to think. I do not know what to do. Thus, the ever popular and easiest way out comes to mind - suicide. I do not want to go to hell. I do not want to feel pain either. Whichever I choose, depression can't seem to get out of the picture. But then, the mere thought of killing myself scares me so that it hastens my breathing. I know that I should not do it, I know that I could never do it. Afraid? Yes. VERY! Of what? of the pain of dying? No.... of GOD.
If so, then HOW am I going to go through life. If everything I long for scares me when it's right infront of me, how am I going to go through life?
I DO NOT KNOW....
I only know one thing - Faith gives hope. As long as I believe and do as I have taught to believe, I know I'll make it. I know I can make it. I may be wounded and handicapped through life's struggle, but I know, that if I believe, I'll make it. GOD is ever mercifull. As long as I do my best, I know He will help me.
YES I AM DESPERATE....
But I am more fearfull to the LORD. Tons of courage will not be enough for me to be able to survive. I would need to have the WILL. The will to acheive my greatest goal - to be able to meet GOD face to face. I know that someday, all my tears will be wiped away. I know that someday, all my depression will be blown away. As long as I stay truthfull to my faith, I know that someday, I will be spared, I will be saved...
