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Post by merrr on Oct 13, 2011 8:57:51 GMT -6
In an empathetic public service announcement video directed at depressed young people, Tim Gunn says he tried to kill himself when he was 17. The "Project Runway" host and fashion guru made the video for the Trevor Project, an organization dedicated to youth suicide prevention. In it, Gunn addresses "gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered and questioning youth" and says that when he was a teen, he was "in quite a bit of despair" and took more than 100 pills. Speaking directly to the camera, the 57-year-old Gunn says he is "very happy today that attempt was unsuccessful." He promised to those experiencing similar hardship: "It gets better. It really does." PSA Here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GGAgtq_rQc |
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Post by sharon on Oct 18, 2011 19:34:12 GMT -6
The Trevor Project is amazing! I had never heard of Gunn, but am very glad he shared his story!
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Post by bumblebee23 on Dec 1, 2011 11:03:43 GMT -6
I was 14 yo when I tryed to kill myself. I didn't understand the pain I was experiencing. My grandmother tried to tell my mother she thought I was depressed and should see somone. My mom thought I was going through normal teen stuff. One night the pain got really bad and I couldn't handle it. Normally I would drink but I had nothing. My mom was working and I tryed to wait until after her shift. I called several times to try and get a hold of her. I had them page her and everything. I knew that sometimes after work (she worked in a casino) she would hang out with friends and party.
After hours of not being able to get ahold of her I took a bottle of asprin and swallowed three huge handfuls (I have no idea how many I actually took). My mom got home and I was crying and I told her what I did. She called the hospital but they told her there wasn't much they could do besides pump my stomach and I should make myself throw up. Which I did and once I started I didn't stop for about a week. I seriously messed up my stomach and am sensitive to a lot now.
I also lost control once when I was about 16yo and tryed to cut my wrist. Once I sliced it a little I snapped out of my furry. I called my physciatrist right away and went to the hospital and was placed on phsciatric hold for a week. From there they wanted to admit me to rehab but I didn't want to and my mother didn't make any choices on her own and wasn't going to make me. So they told me about a hospital in New Hampshire where I could get the help I needed for my depression. I was so tired of feeling sad and fighting to be normal that I decided to go. It was a rehab but ultimately I'm glad I went.
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