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<\/p>\nSuicide. You get shivers down your spine by just thinking about it. The thought of killing yourself and leaving everything you have behind is unimaginable for you, but for some, it’s the only salvation they know.<\/p>\n
Olhamos para tudo o que temos e vemos a vida que existe em cada ser vivo.<\/p>\n
Tudo o que nos rodeia est\u00e1 cheio deste milagre espantoso, mas como \u00e9 que ele se parece na mente de algu\u00e9m que s\u00f3 v\u00ea a sua vida como um fardo?<\/p>\n
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Come\u00e7a sempre com uma depress\u00e3o. A depress\u00e3o \u00e9 uma doen\u00e7a mental muito comum que faz com que as pessoas vejam o mundo de um lado mais sombrio. As pessoas com depress\u00e3o t\u00eam pouca concentra\u00e7\u00e3o.<\/p>\n
T\u00eam um sentimento de baixa autoestima e de culpa. A depress\u00e3o pode tamb\u00e9m manifestar-se atrav\u00e9s de perturba\u00e7\u00f5es do sono ou dos h\u00e1bitos alimentares.<\/p>\n
A forma como a depress\u00e3o os faz sentir \u00e9 como se n\u00e3o houvesse nada no mundo para se sentirem felizes.<\/p>\n
Seeing only the dark side to everything makes you believe that this life isn’t even worth living, so why even try? Just imagine not being able to enjoy the things you find to be most pleasurable in life: like the hug of a loved one, the sun on your skin or the birds that are singing to you in the morning.<\/p>\n
These are just little things that depression doesn’t allow you to enjoy, but what about those big parts of your life that made life joyful and happy? Like your job? Your partner? When you stop enjoying these things, you know it’s a huge red flag that your mind isn’t healthy anymore.<\/p>\n
A parte mais perigosa da depress\u00e3o \u00e9 que, muitas vezes, a auto-mutila\u00e7\u00e3o est\u00e1 associada a ela.<\/p>\n
Os cortes e as mutila\u00e7\u00f5es corporais, sob qualquer forma, tornam o pessoa deprimida<\/a> esquecer a dor mental e emocional.<\/p>\n I have heard on many occasions that seeing blood coming from their body looks purifying \u2013 like all the depression is leaking out through that wound.<\/p>\n What they don’t know is that it’s just a little moment of pleasure that doesn’t mean anything. Instead, it just makes them more and more sick.<\/p>\n What exhausts a suicidal person the most is the constant battle that’s happening within. The constant battle between life and death.<\/p>\n At one moment, you see that the whole world doesn’t make sense and that you’re nothing more than a waste of human skin, but in the next moment, someone comes up to you and shows some basic human decency that makes you believe in the magic of life again.<\/p>\n A noite e a manh\u00e3 t\u00eam efeitos completamente diferentes no c\u00e9rebro e s\u00e3o esses os dois lados opostos com que algu\u00e9m que est\u00e1 a pensar em suic\u00eddio tem de lidar.<\/p>\n When night falls and everything is so peaceful and quiet, it’s the moment when all those demons come alive and your brain falls victim to them. In the morning, life seems to be pleasurable again but only for a moment or two.<\/p>\n Thinking about all those people you’re leaving behind and thinking about all the pain they inflicted on you.<\/p>\n You’re thinking about how life might look like without you in it and how those people around you will react to losing you.<\/p>\n Are they going to cry? Will it be a happy moment for them to know that they don’t have to deal with you anymore? Are they going to regret what they have done to you? Is it that simple? Who knows?<\/p>\n Viver com todos estes pensamentos \u00e9 cansativo<\/a> and it doesn’t make it easier to choose between life and death because somehow there are always more of those things that make you want to kill yourself.<\/p>\n All of this brings you to unbearable emotional and mental pain. The pain invades your brain and your skin. It’s everywhere. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing in life.<\/strong><\/p>\n A dor torna-se cada vez mais insuport\u00e1vel a cada momento que passa. <\/strong><\/p>\n Your skin hurts from the self-inflicted injuries. Your mind hurts from those thoughts that don’t want to leave your brain and your chest hurts because your heart isn’t able to carry all that burden anymore.<\/strong><\/p>\n O problema do suic\u00eddio \u00e9 que as pessoas confundem-no com liberdade. As pessoas com uma mente suicida tendem a ver a liberdade no facto de se matarem, sem saberem que viver plenamente a sua vida \u00e9, na verdade, o que as torna completamente livres. S\u00e3o mais torturadas pelos pensamentos de suic\u00eddio do que pela pr\u00f3pria vida.<\/p>\n As pessoas tentar\u00e3o livrar-se desta dor intermin\u00e1vel, tentando encontrar a salva\u00e7\u00e3o no \u00e1lcool, nas drogas e no sexo. Tudo. S\u00f3 para adormecer a dor que est\u00e1 constantemente a bater nos seus cr\u00e2nios.<\/p>\n Toxic thoughts occupy their days. Life isn’t easy when you hear those voices in your head telling you that you shouldn’t be on this planet with these people.<\/p>\n O pensamento t\u00f3xico pode, de facto, ser causado pelas mais pequenas coisas que acontecem na vida. Por exemplo: est\u00e1 a transportar a roupa suja de uma divis\u00e3o para outra.<\/p>\n You trip and everything falls out of your hands. To someone who doesn’t have a suicidal mind, it’s nothing.<\/p>\n They will pick up the laundry and move on. But for someone who has toxic thoughts it’s not something trivial, but rather makes them think, \u201dI am so unworthy of this life if I can’t even do this right\u201d or \u201dI am not even capable of doing this\u201d and so on.<\/p>\n Como \u00e9 que se sabe que algu\u00e9m do nosso meio est\u00e1 a pensar em suicidar-se? A maior parte das vezes, uma pessoa suicida recorre ao \u00e1lcool e \u00e0s drogas.<\/p>\n Entorpece a mente e parece ser a \u00fanica salva\u00e7\u00e3o que existe. No entanto, as pessoas com tend\u00eancias suicidas parecem ser normalmente muito soci\u00e1veis, por vezes at\u00e9 felizes e festeiras.<\/p>\n The fact that they can’t go out with their friends without getting wasted tells you something.<\/p>\n One other sign that they’re surrendering is a change in appetite. Depression can cause the body to simply not respond to usual needs, like hunger.<\/p>\n If someone is depressed and suicidal, they play around with their food, they don’t eat enough and it turns to them being underweight and malnourished.<\/p>\n Losing interest in things they usually liked shows that life simply isn’t as enjoyable as usual.<\/p>\n I know that people change all the time, but losing interest in something overnight and not wanting to do the things that were making you happy and that made life a bit easier means that you can’t see the meaning of those things anymore.<\/p>\n You don’t even know why you’re trying when life doesn’t have meaning anymore.<\/p>\n As coisas de que falei acima partem de uma perspetiva muito racional e s\u00e3o muito generalizadas, mas como \u00e9 que isso se apresenta na realidade?<\/p>\n Posso dizer-vos, por experi\u00eancia pr\u00f3pria, que tenho pensamentos t\u00f3xicos e uma mentalidade suicida.<\/p>\n I was never a ‘depressed’ person. I loved my life very much but when people started to tell me that I always complained and that I didn’t smile enough, I started to question whether or not I was just putting on a mask.<\/p>\n When I would come home at night, my mind wouldn’t let me sleep and at this time of the day, the temperature of my body would rise. I would feel sick physically because of what my mind was telling me.<\/p>\n I was very young when I experienced all of this and I didn’t know how to handle anything.<\/p>\n I won’t go into much detail because it might be a trigger for some readers and I don’t want that, but at one point, my mind started to tell me that the whole world would be better off without me and that I shouldn’t be a burden to people around me anymore.<\/p>\n Na minha cabe\u00e7a, essas pessoas tinham de lidar comigo e com as minhas queixas constantes, por isso comecei a guardar tudo dentro de mim e deixei de falar.<\/p>\n My parents just thought that it was a teenage phase and that they shouldn’t be paying attention to me, but I needed more attention than ever before.<\/strong><\/p>\n As minhas notas baixaram e deixei de praticar desporto. Porqu\u00ea? Ningu\u00e9m me queria por perto.<\/p>\n I didn’t want to be around myself, so why would anyone else? There was no meaning in life itself. \u201dWhy would I want to live if I’m going to die anyways? It doesn’t matter if I die today or in twenty years, does it?\u201d<\/p>\n I wouldn’t want you to know how hard it is to deal with these emotions and thoughts every day.<\/p>\n It’s like being trapped in a cycle of the same words coming into your mind: worthless, nunca \u00e9 suficiente<\/a>odioso, miser\u00e1vel, abandonado.<\/p>\n Instead of searching for help, I continued to draw within myself. Life seemed to be unfair. I didn’t do much to make it better though. <\/strong><\/p>\n Culpava-me por tudo, sem nunca ver que talvez outra pessoa fosse culpada pelo que eu sentia. Quando as pessoas me maltratavam, eu pensava sempre que o merecia por ser t\u00e3o miser\u00e1vel e est\u00fapida.<\/strong><\/p>\n At one point, the people I called my friends started to tell me how happy I was. That I was more sociable than ever. I knew about that transformation of mine because I didn’t want anyone to see how I felt inside.<\/p>\n I would go out to parties and drink so much that I couldn’t even walk.<\/p>\n Those people I called friends made me take drugs because \u201dit’s cool\u201d and you \u201ddon’t want to be a pussy\u201d.<\/p>\n E sabes que mais? Fez-me sentir bem. Fez-me sentir entorpecida por toda a dor e mis\u00e9ria que estava a sentir.<\/p>\n I started to become more and more serious about drug use and it’s what made me believe that I was truly happy and satisfied, at least for one moment of my life.<\/p>\n The only people who saw my depression were my parents, but they didn’t do much about it. I don’t blame them. They didn’t know that my mind was telling me to leave them behind and to jump out of the window just to make their lives a little less miserable.<\/p>\n When I stopped showing myself at the dinner table and I stopped eating completely, they started to get concerned. \u201dWhat is happening to you? Why are you so ungrateful? You’re too young to be depressed!\u201d and so on.<\/p>\n Quando o meu pai insistiu em falar comigo sobre o que estava a acontecer, eu disse-lhe que era suicida, que a minha mente me estava a dizer para cortar um pouco mais fundo, para atravessar a rua mais devagar e para me aproximar um pouco mais dos cantos dos edif\u00edcios.<\/p>\n When I repeated that I was suicidal, his only response was \u201daren’t we all?\u201d<\/p>\n I was shaken for a moment because I didn’t realise what he was telling me.<\/p>\n I got mad because he didn’t care if I killed myself or not. He just slowly walked out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Again. I was furious and I was alone.<\/p>\n But my body couldn’t let go of his words and then I started thinking about losing everyone in my life who meant so much to me.<\/p>\n I thought about his words like I was about to lose everyone to suicide. My life would be empty and I would I ask myself for the rest of my days why did it have to happen this way and why couldn’t I stop them for doing this?<\/p>\n A partir desse dia, comecei a ver todas as pessoas na minha vida como algu\u00e9m que poderia ser v\u00edtima de suic\u00eddio e o que lhes diria se viessem ter comigo, dizendo-me que se queriam matar.<\/p>\n The only thing I could think of was \u201dJust don’t do it!\u201d I couldn’t find a reasonable explanation then, but I can now.<\/p>\n I started going to a therapist who told my parents that I was going to be fine because I didn’t want to commit suicide anymore, knowing what it would do to people around me.<\/p>\n My mother burst into tears as never before and she told me that she would be a ‘better mom’ from now on. That’s why I decided to be a better daughter.<\/p>\n The support from my therapist, my parents and the fact that I discarded all the toxic people around me who didn’t know how to help me really made an impact.<\/p>\n Rodeei-me de positivismo que me ajudou a ver as maravilhas da vida e a alegria de cada dia que ningu\u00e9m deve deixar para tr\u00e1s. Agradeci a Deus por n\u00e3o me ter deixado cometer suic\u00eddio. Agradeci-lhe do fundo do meu cora\u00e7\u00e3o.<\/p>\n COMO AJUDAR UMA PESSOA SUICIDA<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n After everything I have told you let me tell you that helping a suicidal person isn’t that easy.<\/p>\n Em primeiro lugar, tem de se proteger dos seus pensamentos t\u00f3xicos e tem de ser suficientemente forte para que eles n\u00e3o o afectem a si e ao seu estado de esp\u00edrito.<\/p>\n If you are not sure that you can do this, then maybe it\u2019s better to simply lead them to a therapist who can help them out in much better ways than you can.<\/p>\n A melhor maneira de mostrar a uma pessoa suicida que o suic\u00eddio n\u00e3o \u00e9 a resposta \u00e9 faz\u00ea-la sentir-se desejada e necess\u00e1ria na sociedade.<\/p>\n Mostre-lhes como solit\u00e1rio que estarias se te deixassem<\/a> e mostrar-lhes que a sua vida tem realmente um impacto neste mundo. Fa\u00e7a-os acreditar que n\u00e3o h\u00e1 nada mais sagrado do que a sua respira\u00e7\u00e3o e a sua presen\u00e7a.<\/p>\n \u00c9 realmente uma mudan\u00e7a quando as pessoas se preocupam com o nosso bem-estar e quando nos perguntam como estamos e assim por diante.<\/p>\n Life becomes easier when you see that there’s someone out there who cares enough to ask how your day went.<\/p>\n So don’t let a suicidal person be alone with their thoughts, but make them verbalize what they are thinking. Make them see that someone cares enough to listen what’s going on inside their head.<\/p>\n![\"mulher](\"https:\/\/herway.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/05\/woman-crying-at-home.jpg\")
<\/p>\nSinais de decl\u00ednio:<\/h2>\n
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<\/p>\nA minha hist\u00f3ria<\/h2>\n
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<\/p>\n1. Fa\u00e7a-os sentir-se necess\u00e1rios<\/h2>\n
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<\/span><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n2. Cuidados<\/h2>\n
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<\/p>\n3. Don’t try to find a solution<\/h2>\n
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