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  • thatsTheCatch@lemmy.nztoMemes@lemmy.ml•Sure Doesn't feel like one.
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    8 months ago

    Removing guns (or at least access to them) can actually reduce the rate of suicide. Guns are quick and easy to use to commit suicide, whereas many other methods take time to set up and don’t work as often. When someone is feeling suicidal, often having that little bit of extra time can let the feeling decrease enough to prevent an attempt.

    Of course, removing access to guns doesn’t fix why people feel suicidal in the first place. That is a whole nother can of worms. But I expect everyone agrees that reducing the number of suicides is good.

    RAND: How Gun Policies Affect Suicide

    The consensus among public health experts is that there is strong evidence that reducing firearm suicides in contexts where more-lethal means of attempting suicide are unavailable will result in reductions in the total suicide rate (see, for example, Office of the Surgeon General and National Action Alliance for Suicide Prevention, 2012; World Health Organization, 2014; for review, see Azrael and Miller, 2016).

    Save.org: Restricting access to lethal means:

    Research has shown time and again that restricting access to lethal means or “means restriction” can saves lives. By restricting access to firearms and other highly lethal methods the decline in suicide rates by that method and overall suicide rates begin to decline. Restricting access to lethal means does not always lead to fewer deaths, but is one suicide prevention measure that merits further research and more individual-level intervention training to make lethal means less readily available.

  • thatsTheCatch@lemmy.nztoMemes@lemmy.ml•Just plain good advice
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    9 months ago

    I’m sure it’s different for everyone, but I was in a bad relationship at the time that lead to me having an undiagnosed binge eating disorder. I would eat giant 1kg tubs of peanut butter and stash the empty ones in my closet because I was worried my flatmates would notice if I was washing large peanut butter jars all the time.

    I probably should’ve gotten professional help for the eating disorder, but I was ashamed as I’m sure all people with eating disorders are. What helped me was visiting my family, who lived in a different part of the country, for a long time (over the summer). I couldn’t binge without it being obvious, I had distance from my partner in the relationship, and I was with loved ones. While I didn’t tell them I had this problem, being with them and just hanging out and doing things was a huge help.

    My relationship ended soon after I got back, though it should have ended sooner. I tried to focus on myself to avoid relapsing into binge eating.

    I went on a self-help phase, as I’m sure many people do at that stage of life (late teens, early twenties). I did a fuck-ton of walking while listening to podcasts, tried to spend in-person time with friends, and tried to do something that felt like it gave me purpose (volunteering at an old-folks home, teaching them how to use their technology). I always binged in my room, so I avoided being in my room as much as possible—often walking 1½ hours into town to do stuff, or going to my local library. I didn’t necessarily read, I’m not much of a reader, usually I was on my computer. But being in a different and more public and communal environment helped me avoid binging and helped me feel better.

    Eventually, things gradually improved and I got a much better partner who doesn’t make me question whether they love me or find me attractive!

    Everyone’s journey is different, which is the most frustrating thing because what I did might not help you, but I thought I’d tell my story anyway.

    I hope you find this helpful, and if not, then just interesting to read :)

    I wish you all the best. It won’t stay dark forever (though it can take a fucking while!)

  • thatsTheCatch@lemmy.nztoMemes@lemmy.ml•Just plain good advice
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    9 months ago

    This is the exact opposite for me… i get depressed and ashamed about my decisions before bed, and often vow to do better in the morning. It’s in the morning I can’t be trusted, when I suddenly forget all those desires to do better because it’s too much work.

    I’m very much the same. There’s a song a like called difficulties of getting out of bed by Knapsack that I felt describes this feeling well:

    And it’s difficult to get out of bed I  can’t remember the Things I said, what I told myself last night I think I wasted my time again

    Luckily I’m out of that place now. I hope you get there too, if you’re in it.

    The song also starts with the line:

    I really wish my cactus never died

    Which I really like because cactuses are typically the easiest plant to keep alive. But the speaker is struggling so much that even though they really like their cactus, they still can’t take care of it. I think it’s quite poignant.

    Anyway, weird song analysis over