In 2014, I wrote about five people over 50 who committed suicide within a short period. So difficult to comprehend that was over three years ago! Two of those I knew well, two were acquaintances and one, well he was famous. All were in a state of financial independence, few life issues were are, yet they ended their time on earth? This past few days, I heard of three others whom I assume would be on top of the world with little fears or concerns over a livelihood. Kate Spade, Anthony Bourdain and Ines Zorreguieta.
Yesterday I read a New York Times article which stated "In 2016, there were more than twice as many suicides as homicides." Why? I will never know and we can't ask the deceased. It not like I am surprised, I almost can empathize. As we age, we can't do what we like to do anymore. We have worn bodies and souls. The people we cherish have often moved on and we become second nature. We are losing loved ones around us regularly.
I think back of one instance, where a father to two girls committed suicide. His wife of about 20 years was asking for a divorce. From what I was told, his girls, who were deep into college, were distant. I was aware he had called one girl the night before, but she purposely ignored to call and let it go to voice mail. The next day she got the call no one should receive. Could she have saved him? Who knows if she would have only taken the call and reminded him he is essential and she loved him. Often people attribute the actions to stress or compounding life's trouble.
While I am not at the point in my life where I am stress-free, I am at an all-time high for stress. At work, we are busier than ever and we have 20 percent less staff than in 2007 before the crash. I work on average, 55-60 hour weeks. We recently had two millennial employees go on paternity leave for several weeks, which resulted in working every day for 32 days and an average of 8.6 hours a day. It might not seem like much, but again, that was 32 days straight.
During that stretch, I had little time to think about how miserable I may feel about aging or other issues that I assume drive others to suicide. I find that when I am not working on something every second, I get thoughts of. "Why am I here" or "Who would even care if I was gone." Although, this causes my mind to race and sleep is minimal - average about 4.5 hours a night. If I was not always on the move, would I think about things that are depressing and probable factors in the action taken by many?
It also has another impact. I went to the Heart Specialist a few weeks ago and he made it clear, I will not be here in the next few years unless I get a handle on my stress. We have discussed actions that need to be taken and the sad part is, I am not sure I care. I am not suicidal, yet I am content with my life. Many mistakes haunt me, yet there have been rewards. I continue to make more mistakes as we age; we are not as vibrant as when we were young.
This also has to do with bodyweight. The Doctor is clear that my high stress and low sleep drops the metabolism so small, that even though I eat very healthy and monitor all intake, including vitamins and minerals, I will gain weight. Often I feel like I gained weight when I eat an apple or a banana. I believe this as I look back at the years I was in my best athletic shape; it was when I had little stress and slept well. There is a correlation.
Anyway, what is the purpose of this post. It is that I am troubled. I am troubled as I think I understand the actions of those who ended their life. That is scary and at times, it is better to write about fears as a way to help work through them. That is what this post is about, to remind me quitting is not suitable for anyone, but I need to stop some things to reduces my stress, or I will be committing suicide in a less than publicized way, naturally through stress destroying the heart, body and soul.
Carry on my friends, carry on.
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About suicide and other stuff. Being busy is one of the ways to not fall into depressive modes. And being unselfish - suicide is a generally selfish move, leaving behind people who may struggle. But, of course, those who end up committing one, think they are too lonely for anyone to care about them. It's a vicious circle. Basically speaking, pretty much each of s, at one point of our lives or another, had been at the moment(s) of thinking "Why?". The statistic shows that suicide rate increased in the world, especially in developed countries. I say it's due to technology/social media. The fake feeling of having support, and yet increased loneliness. And yes, I blame news - the more is spoken about it, the more for those in down state of mind it shows "the path, the escape". Again, a vicious cycle. We think we need to talk about it to prevent, yet we give ideas to the weaker ones. I don't have answers. Just ruminating. I often deactivate FB - and feel less alone than when I am on it. Because the expectations are just for me to pick me up, fully "pull yourself by the hair".
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