Do you have an educated guess as to what happens to severely depressed people that commit suicide?

[com7fy8]

15 minutes ago, farouk said:

@com7fy8 I thought of Philippians 1.6....and then I saw you had quoted it already...

It can be good to have more than one witness to God's word  

There are things we need to eat more than once lololololololol

[TheBlade]

On 12/1/2022 at 2:56 AM, Not of the World said:

By the way, if this topic is considered taboo or controversial I will understand if management prefers to delete this thread.  Either way, thanks in advance.  

pffft.... this hits home right now regarding my son Jake all I will say. I come against the spirit of suicided and depression. We cab get sick as we all know in our body well our mind can get sick also. What God sees is the heart. What matters is do they/we know Jesus as lord. I will say only because this is posted here.. I did ask for prayer for Jake and I praise and thank the Father for all those that still pray for Jake. 
 

If it helps.. if you take something away.. or it leaves then replace it. Like with joy with peace so forth so on. We have been given that right. Then its not us as our brother said its that name faith in that name. Yeshua/Jesus. I don't share with anyone this I don't know you so.. twice in my life with one son to God saying "I will never blame you".

 

[DeighAnn]

24 minutes ago, Marathoner said:

I juggled managing her affairs, feeding and tending to her livestock, and sitting by her bed during her many stays in the hospital. I stood watch while she was unconscious in the ER, making sure she was looked after properly. I wouldn't make the two-hour trip back to her ranch until she was safely in a hospital room being looked after by wonderful nursing staff.

Good on you mate!! as my Dad would say for the first few years after he returned from Australia.  I completely understand that side of the coin.  My nursing experience went a bit different.  

My husband thought he hurt his back lifting a trailer, went to the chiropractor who told him if it didn't get better in the next couple months, he should go see a doctor.  At the end of those months, the pain become almost unbearable he broke down and went to the doctor, to get some pain pills.  After a week with not much relief, I talked him into going to the emergency room where he was admitted and diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer that had metastasized to his spine - which had been growing tumors IN it.  

Any way, they moved him up to ICU to figure out a treatment plan, get meds set, etc.

I come back the next morning and there he is on this rock-hard bed, and he has tears coming from his eyes and tells me he can't take it much longer.  I had seen him smash his finger like a grape with a construction hammer and he barely mentioned any pain, so I knew things had gotten really bad.  Where was the airbed?  So, I called the nurses and they said they would get on it.  The doctor came and he said he would get on it.  I called again and they said they were working on and started to hem and ha, like there was a possibility they might not even find one, yada yada yada.

SO, I got him up out of that bed and into a wheelchair and wheeled him BACK DOWN to the emergency room to have him re-admitted THERE, where the AIRBED was.  This of course caused problems that no one knew how to handle, (I wasn't leaving without the problem being SOLVED, so everyone had to get involved because they knew they were going to have 2 big problems instead of just the one if it didn't get taken care of.

Needless to say, by the time I got him back upstairs there was an air bed in the room.  And you can be sure when they moved him to palliative care, he went there ON his bed. 

For the next several months HE FOUGHT and fought and fought.  He did NOT want to die.  

Now, if we had been in the middle of nowhere, with no meds, no bed, no radiation, I am POSITIVE he would have ended his life.  Do you think that would have been suicide?  

 

[Selah7]

8 minutes ago, DeighAnn said:

Now, if we had been in the middle of nowhere, with no meds, no bed, no radiation, I am POSITIVE he would have ended his life.  Do you think that would have been suicide?  

Well yes, it would have been suicide, but please remember we serve a merciful Father.  And, of course, you know that suicide is certainly not the unforgivable sin.  Bless you.

[Marathoner]

5 hours ago, DeighAnn said:

Good on you mate!! as my Dad would say for the first few years after he returned from Australia.  I completely understand that side of the coin.  My nursing experience went a bit different.  

My husband thought he hurt his back lifting a trailer, went to the chiropractor who told him if it didn't get better in the next couple months, he should go see a doctor.  At the end of those months, the pain become almost unbearable he broke down and went to the doctor, to get some pain pills.  After a week with not much relief, I talked him into going to the emergency room where he was admitted and diagnosed with stage 4 prostate cancer that had metastasized to his spine - which had been growing tumors IN it.  

Any way, they moved him up to ICU to figure out a treatment plan, get meds set, etc.

I come back the next morning and there he is on this rock-hard bed, and he has tears coming from his eyes and tells me he can't take it much longer.  I had seen him smash his finger like a grape with a construction hammer and he barely mentioned any pain, so I knew things had gotten really bad.  Where was the airbed?  So, I called the nurses and they said they would get on it.  The doctor came and he said he would get on it.  I called again and they said they were working on and started to hem and ha, like there was a possibility they might not even find one, yada yada yada.

SO, I got him up out of that bed and into a wheelchair and wheeled him BACK DOWN to the emergency room to have him re-admitted THERE, where the AIRBED was.  This of course caused problems that no one knew how to handle, (I wasn't leaving without the problem being SOLVED, so everyone had to get involved because they knew they were going to have 2 big problems instead of just the one if it didn't get taken care of.

Needless to say, by the time I got him back upstairs there was an air bed in the room.  And you can be sure when they moved him to palliative care, he went there ON his bed. 

For the next several months HE FOUGHT and fought and fought.  He did NOT want to die.  

Now, if we had been in the middle of nowhere, with no meds, no bed, no radiation, I am POSITIVE he would have ended his life.  Do you think that would have been suicide?  

 

It's difficult to give a reaction to what you shared because you touch upon so many things that resonate deeply, sister.

I agree with our sister @Selah7. Yes, it would have been suicide. 

Before my adopted mother required my assistance and fought for her life, she was my caretaker. I became bedridden and so weak that I could barely walk without collapsing in exhaustion. It was so hard for her to reconcile how the man I was when the Lord sent me her way became a hollow shell in constant misery.

Oh yes, I wanted to die. I groaned to face another day on this earth! In my case, I suffered without medical care or drugs to ease the pain in a remote wilderness. I was a drifter from nowhere, my friend. 

When I say that I lost everything except for the life in this body, I was on the verge of losing that life, too. I cried out to the Lord to slay me so my suffering might end. I lost all of my teeth... I withered away to skin and bones... and my hair fell out in clumps. I was ghastly to look at.

Ah, but my suffering was nothing compared to what my lengthy decline did to her, @DeighAnn. I witnessed how she suffered (she had nightmares) and this was what pushed me over the edge into despair. I longed to liberate my adopted mother from the terrible burden I had become... so I resolved to do it. 

I suffered brain damage, so my thoughts and emotions were an agonized mess. All I could see was how I failed her and in doing so, how I also failed the Lord. It would be a blessing to end it all. The Lord would not do this thing, so I resolved to do it myself. If it gave her relief --- she was safe now from the gangbangers who terrorized her before my arrival --- it was worth it. Hadn't I already embraced death many times over in those mountains? Yes, every time I stood between those evil men and her. The bullets would fly and I accepted that my time would come. I welcomed it!

The perfect day and time presented itself... the day I would die. She was far away running errands. I could barely speak a word by then, so all I could do was bellow in despair to the Lord. I failed You!

I put that gun to my head and pulled the trigger, @DeighAnn. I pulled the trigger but nothing happened. That was when everything stood still in those mountains, and the Lord Himself blinded me with His glory. I couldn't see...

But He came for me. I will not relate anything I shouldn't, but this: everything which transpired up to that moment was foretold many years ago. The Lord knew everything...

And He was neither angry nor wrathful. No. The Lord looked upon me for quite some time in silence and, knowing that I yearned to speak to Him, granted me the ability to speak once more.

I begged God to destroy me so that the nightmare would be over for us all. "Lord, destroy me!"

The Lord refused to do such a thing. Why would He destroy me when He had chosen me before I was born? Did I not understand that this very day was declared by Him? Everything I suffered was according to His purpose and will. 

When I had fallen to the ground after the gun didn't fire, my right hand was broken during the fall. It was swelling up like a balloon...

So therefore the Lord declared that my broken hand would be a memorial of this day so that, whenever doubt set upon me like a rabid dog howling for my blood, I would never forget the goodness and mercy of the Lord who raised me up from ruin. I would look upon this slightly deformed hand and say, "The Lord delivered me with a mighty hand, for my own was broken."

I do this often, my friend. I will never forget that day, and His will and purpose which were revealed when I thought I was a dead man. Our Lord Jesus Christ did the impossible, raising me up from a certain grave in the midst of 118 people in those mountains. Everyone thought I would die.

It was just in time to be there for her. God is so good!

No, I would never advocate suicide to anyone. However, those who don't understand sometimes mistake knowledge and familiarity with suffering with a defense of suicide. Not so. The Lord did not grant my plea to die, did He? Absolutely not. On the contrary, the Lord declared that I will never taste death, and I believe His every word. I'm more than convinced, sister. 

I understand.

Edited December 3, 2022 by Marathoner
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[Omegaman 3.0]

Was it not Abraham who asked the rhetorical question?:

"Shall not the Judge of all the earth do what is just?”

I leave in in His hands, with that same assumption!

[DeighAnn]

12 hours ago, Marathoner said:

I understand.

Thank you for sharing with me your thoughts.  What was it that caused you to become so ill?  Was it a 'miracle' recovery like you were filled with cancer, and then it all went away that day?  (only if not too personal, not trying to put you on the spot, just curious)

 

[Marathoner]

6 hours ago, DeighAnn said:

Thank you for sharing with me your thoughts.  What was it that caused you to become so ill?  Was it a 'miracle' recovery like you were filled with cancer, and then it all went away that day?  (only if not too personal, not trying to put you on the spot, just curious)

 

I contracted Lyme disease from infected deer ticks. Mule deer were everywhere in those mountains. The first year wasn't severe, and I dropped from 230 pounds to 180 pounds during that time. The second year was when I suffered from severe chronic Lyme disease, which was accompanied by a host of comorbidities. My teeth started falling out; I dropped to 145 pounds; and I could barely keep food of any kind down (I would toss it up). The rashes from the first year continued into the second year.

I experienced horrible joint pain and flu-like symptoms. I lost the ability to speak and think clearly (I couldn't concentrate), and in the final months I slipped in and out of lucidity and delirium. I lost the sensation of hunger and thirst during the second year, so my adopted mother had to force me to sip water. She nagged me to eat, but it was so hard to stomach food. I had to fight nausea every step of the way. 

The Lord lifted me up and cured Lyme, and from that moment everything went in the opposite direction. 
 

Edited December 3, 2022 by Marathoner

[missmuffet]

22 minutes ago, Marathoner said:

I contracted Lyme disease from infected deer ticks. Mule deer were everywhere in those mountains. The first year wasn't severe, and I dropped from 230 pounds to 180 pounds during that time. The second year was when I suffered from severe chronic Lyme disease, which was accompanied by a host of comorbidities. My teeth started falling out; I dropped to 145 pounds; and I could barely keep food of any kind down (I would toss it up). The rashes from the first year continued into the second year.

I experienced horrible joint pain and flu-like symptoms. I lost the ability to speak and think clearly (I couldn't concentrate), and in the final months I slipped in and out of lucidity and delirium. I lost the sensation of hunger and thirst during the second year, so my adopted mother had to force me to sip water. She nagged me to eat, but it was so hard to stomach food. I had to fight nausea every step of the way. 

The Lord lifted me up and cured Lyme, and from that moment everything went in the opposite direction. 
 

I know a lady who had Lyme disease. She was very, very sick. 

[Marathoner]

It's not too personal, @DeighAnn. It's good to share the mercies of our Lord with others, and I'm not bothered by those who don't believe. All I have to do is look at this hand and everything which transpired that day returns as if it happened yesterday. God gave me this broken hand for that very reason, so I would never forget. 

I was so weak that I couldn't stand upright, so the Lord commanded me to rise... and that's what I did. I stood upon my feet and although my hand was swelling up, I felt no pain. 

As I was afflicted for two years, the Lord would restore everything that was taken from me over the span of next two years. I would sleep... eat... grow strong, and He would teach me how to reason and speak again. Our Lord reversed the brain damage I suffered during that ordeal, but He purposed that I would learn how to use the renewed regions under the daily instruction of His Spirit. 

He promised that I would be given more than I had possessed before --- a tenfold increase --- and the people from the nearby village were astonished when I walked among them once again. My adopted mother cried out, "You've returned to me! You're back!"

It was for her sake, so that the name of the Lord will be magnified in the land of the living. He is indeed good. 

To look at me now, you'd never know that I was a dead man once.