Originally posted on Nutsrok: Click on this image on the right for a link to get this ebook free from Kindle Saturday or Sunday only. Please share!I grew up in a family of competitive storytellers. A little thing like a stubbed toe gets us started. “Do you remember the time Grandpa cut his ingrown toenails…
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Today’s Purrsday Poetry post comes from Raffi Lido.
LUKE WAS HERE…
“I am here,
In my beginning.
In my beginning is my end.”
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To answer the question of why veterans die by suicide, we must first consider the reasons why anyone might be driven to consider this option. Than, we must consider how this knowledge applies to the unique experiences of veterans.
Suicide is a reaction to extreme psychological pain.
Suicide is not a “cowards way out,” nor is it the result of someone being “crazy”. In fact, those who have completed suicide are those who are least fearful since they were able to overcome the brain’s survival mechanism based in the amygdala. But what drives individuals to want to overcome their hard-wired desire for self-preservation?
In Suicide as Psychache, Edwin Shneidman argues that suicide is the result of an intense level of emotional pain that exceeds the individual’s threshold to endure it. Of course, we all experience emotional pain in our lives, but in the case of suicide this emotional pain…
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I liked turning fifty. I shared with everyone that I came in contact with that I was now half a century old. I felt like I had earned some respect. My lawnmower from Sears had broke and I decided to drive it to the store to be fixed. While looking for a parking spot, some workers taking a coffee and cigarette break yelled at me for going the wrong way on a one way lane behind the store. They yelled “one way! one way!” I yelled back “I am only going one way!”. I would never have done that at the tender age of 49! I sound and act more like Robert DeNiro now — “You talkin’ to me?” is my current attitude. I no longer tolerate nonsense and fools cheerfully as I used to. So, I recommend turning 50 to everyone!