Suicide and the creative personality. Man Creator...the Eternal teenager between the Bright world of Childhood and the Gray world of Adults...
I'm from the generation of the 1990s,...But rather from informal 1990s... Probably in our adolescence experienced the peak of the suicides, 17, 18, 20 year olds.... Death surrounded us everywhere. Someone was using hard drugs, someone was flirting with alcohol. But each of them was Someone. Artist, Poet, Musician...Unrecognized, unrecognized, unclaimed, misunderstood...
We became adults...But here the life of former underground artists, seekers of truth, whose mind was contrary to the public whose talent and were in the drawers of desks, littered with stacks of Newspapers and papers, waiting for Death on their own.
First you're born, you go to kindergarten, then to school, then to College...And then?
Student years are remembered bright you the number of sessions of student teams that incredible sound that filled the stuffy halls scored the same as you...
"We're the same blood"... We rush to wave rock, we live in their worlds, we are the "children of perestroika", we are different.
And as the Valkyries, we pick up fragments of memories and cherish the memory of those who gave up, who could not withstand the harsh life of reality, who decided to leave this world...We keep our memories, looking at old pictures, videos, which is still alive.
anyone who has passed early youth, who have overcome drug addiction or alcohol addiction who survived, even that breaks down and accepts this terrible decision.
is There a cure for suicide? Alas...
Enough for us, psychologists, strength, brains, patience to write a book about Life itself, and not about ephemeral "my desires are fulfilled!"?!
Because getting into the same bookstore or on YouTube channels the impression that everything is perfect, that any desire is feasible...But if it were so simple, I guess were all happy? Probably, there would be no disturbing thoughts about suicide...? And I certainly would not be a bloody tubs, ropes, and exits the window...They go...We are losing talented, subtle, vulnerable and deeply wounded children, a little naive, romantic idealist who face the horror of our reality.
yesterday, it would be possible to change something... would be to help the person....
And today we do not have this opportunity...It is no longer the world of the living.
lack of faith in their own hand - suicide bomb. "You're no one!" "Over you will all laugh!", "I, too, poet!", "How can you be a musician?!", "Nothing you can't do it!"...Think about it! Those words come so easily, as if we are talking about tea or the question "what time is it?". Spoken too often and therefore, it is hard to stop them.
Suicide starts with depreciation...
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