WARNING: Suicide is always a touchy subject. You never want to say something wrong and you usually end up censoring yourself (perhaps for better or maybe for worse). Continued discussion may be graphic, may cause depressed thoughts, and may "trigger." If you feel that you're not in a good place to talk about suicide/depression/bi-polar disorder openly and candidly without getting "triggered" then do not continue to read this thread. END WARNING.
I just finished watching the documentary. I was very impressed with the filmmaking. The interviews, the "writing," the incorporation of home movies, etc.
You will definitely need tissues. I highly recommend this one.
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I think it was incredibly brave of the Perrys to interview their own family so candidly, to film the location of where he jumped, to include what he wrote on the suicide note, to interview his friends, and to show all of their home movies (including the funeral).
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And mormonophobic -- while I'm not bipolar, I certainly have had my share of suicidal thoughts during my elementary/middle school years. Without getting too much into it...I even vaguely remember trying to kill myself but not knowing how to do it (my attempt didn't even harm me, it was silly really). It's a place I don't want to go back to. And I have the same thoughts you do, the main reason why I didn't go beyond consideration is because I didn't want to cause others any pain.
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What is scary, however, are the thoughts that Evan expressed in his suicide note. I share every thought he listed. Every one. And his half-brother was spot-on: what 15-year old DOESN'T have those thoughts. Hell, I still have those feelings. The difference is is that he was just wired differently. Evan had different chemistry in his brain and he acted upon his suicidal thoughts.
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About 3 years ago my roommate attempted suicide. We haven't truly talked about it, I think he tried to mix medication. He was depressed, I believe. We have lived in an apartment for two years now and 3 years ago (when he attempted) we were suitemates in college. He was voluntarily committed into a mental hospital. When he checked himself out, he would often share stories of the other patients at the hospital. He would laugh about them and reminisce. Always made me feel uncomfortable, but I listened and laughed. He has a psychology degree now and is an intern at a psychologists office. On the one hand, I am scared at the fact that a once-suicidal man is now providing therapy for other suicidals. On the other hand, I guess he has a prospective to help others through.
"The Spectacle has, indeed, an emotional attraction of its own, but, of all the parts, it is the least artistic, and connected least with the art of poetry. For the power of Tragedy, we may be sure, is felt even apart from representation and actors. Besides, the production of spectacular effects depends more on the art of the stage machinist than on that of the poet."
--Aristotle