Personal Narrative-Assisted Suicide

Chris awoke early and had a cigarette whilst talking with his girlfriend this morning. His father later came to see him in the morning and gave him a hand to do his laundry however Chris got upset with his father and was feeling in a low mood. He came to chat to me for a while and engaged well explaining that he didn’t know why he felt the way that did. He at one point said that he felt suicidal however it was a thought and not something that he would take immediate action on. I managed to change Chris’s mood by making light humour of things and said that if he was still feeling like that to inform staff or let his father know. I explained that this would be something that he could discuss tomorrow at his review. Chris therefore apologised

I live in a house with a man that take cares of me because I have trouble doing normal day to day things. He has settled with me for 10 years and we have become best friends and he’s the best roommate I could have ever had in my life. Every night I go to bed and have this feeling that someone is watching me so I have trouble sleeping. He also checks on me every morning after I wake up and asks how I've been sleeping through the night. He has also bothered me a night sometimes. I never asked, but I'm afraid he will do something even more horrific.

Waiting for my twelfth surgery to begin, the nurse struggled to get the I.V. to work. She had tried numerous times without success and as I cried, a kind woman came in, held my hand, taught me techniques to calm down and helped get me a numbing shot. The nurse suddenly got the I.V. in on her next try! I was in awe of this angelic person whom I have since learned was a Child Life Specialist. I decided right then I wanted to be just like her.

I am walking off the school bus after an amazing friday at school like most fridays usually are. I can’t stop thinking about the party at my friends house tonight. I get ready for the party as fast as possible. We are just about ready to walk out the door and my mom asks me to run upstairs and grab something for her. So I run right upstairs full of excitement and on my way back down the stairs I trip on the third stair from the bottom and land on the floor. All of a sudden I feel this sharp pain in my foot. It has happened before so I just get up and say “ow” and figure the pain in my foot would go away in a couple of minutes. At my friends house I try my best to play the games and act like nothing's wrong, but I still have this thought in the back of my head that my foot hurts. After the party, I get back home and realize that my foot still hurts. Soon enough I am at the doctors and I see my x-ray. I have a stress fracture in my foot. That meant no basketball, no running around, and little activity. This is the first time I have broken a bone and it takes me a while to used to the boot, the crutches and the new lifestyle. Overcoming my

Ben struggled with place attachment; cultivating back into his social group with peers after his accident. He experienced grief and comments on finding out who his real friends were during the process. Going from a healthy young man to person dependent on others for personal care was an extreme shift.

Since this was the first day after a three day weekend, which cancelled one of our class sessions, we started the class with a review of the last week and how the course would work out. Also, to make the roll call a little more fun, we had to say what kind of food we would bring to a deserted island. For me, I said I would bring my mother’s own version of a “Frikandelle” which is a shredded turkey patty and no one apparently knew what I was talking about. Everyone mostly chose common recipes like pizza and burgers but, after having those things daily for the last three months (excluding winter break), I know I would be better off with something closer to home. After that, we did our daily exercise of rolling our bodies to our hips and lifting our arms to stretch our body.

She moved in colour, even after she died. When everyone else was living in black and white, under grey skies, she had bright red hair and rosy cheeks. Her blue-eyed gaze still makes me feel exposed, even now. I haven't seen her for weeks, but it seems that I’m still trying to stay afloat in the ever-crashing waves that emit from her intimate glance.

Smooth, thin, and cold, the sharp object lying in her hands trembled due to her petite quivering fingers. The unforgiving sharp blade effortlessly sliced through her skin, pain and then numbness overshadowed her thoughts. With the world weighing down on her shoulders and with the sense of oppression, the girl carved into her arm without a feeling of regret. Daring, she placed the knife parallel to her veins located under her thin pasty skin. Finally, with resolution, digging the knife into her small arm, the young tortured girl could feel the deadly weapon tearing and mutilating her long tender veins. Gasping for breath, the pain surged throughout her body. However, with agony coursing through her body, the victim would not stop her leisurely stroll to the grave.

Euthanasia or ‘assisted suicide’ is the action of ending life to relieve incurable or extreme suffering and falls into three main categories; voluntary, involuntary and non-voluntary. Involuntary euthanasia occurs when euthanasia is performed on someone who is able to, but has not, given consent, this occurs in vary rare situations, and we therefore will concentrate on the other two main forms of euthanasia, voluntary and non-voluntary. Voluntary Euthanasia is consented by the patient; non-voluntary is not consented by the patient but by someone else, often by family or loved ones, when the patient is not able to give consent (i.e. Coma). The procedural classifications of euthanasia also fall into two categories, ‘Passive Euthanasia’ is the

The problem isn’t the problem but how you deal with it. Being moody and depressed about whatever hardship you have to deal with can make things a lot more difficult to handle. They can cave every now and then that’s part of the process. But don’t let it control your life. Negative attitudes about cancer, for example, can make it harder to find the will to live. They give up and just let the doctors poke and prod at them trying to give them the life that they’ve already lost. But finding things to give you a reason to live plays a big part in hope. Esther and hazel found people to connect with which made their struggle a little more bearable.

Staring at the enclosed tennis backboard of the graffitied wall, it was my third consecutive morning there and i still didn't know what to make of it. “Hello, Brenda are you there?”, said my friend Miller as he abruptly strike me back to reality, “here its your turn, take a hit. And remember this time hold it in”. I've always felt i had an inner mystical esoteric view on life, suppressed by naive realism. I wanted to answer the great philosophical questions. So i tried marijuana.

It was dark whenever I woke up from my slumber. I was a very heavy sleeper so I knew that someone or something had woken me up. Looking around my room, I noticed a small glint of metal coming from across the room. I suspected it was just a necklace or something catching light from the full moon outside. Then, I fell back asleep without a care in the world. Suddenly I was jolted awake by the sound of a muffled voice saying "Hurry! Knock him out before he hears us!" Then I felt a large pain my arm from a needle and fell into a drug-induced sleep.

The legal complexities regarding death and euthanasia are currently being worked through in the courts and state legislatures. Those in favor of assisted suicide argue that it is the ultimate right of self-determination and it upholds the individual’s right to make decisions about his or her dying process. Proponents believe that long-term suffering should not have to be endured and that individuals deserve the right to death with dignity and without excessive mental, physical, and spiritual degradation (Zastrow & Kirst-Ashman, 2007).

I was walking to a pub when I saw this place. She had dozens of signs in one place! It was very strange but it only get more and more strange from here. I rung her doorbell and she opened the door instantly. Although it was probably a coincidence, it really spooked me. She instantly started talking to me like she knew me for years. She was saying she has been waiting for me and as I said, calling me by the wrong name. I'm thinking her son may have been in the army and died. She just instantly came off as mentally unstable.

It was a scool day and my alarm clock woke me up at 6am so i scremed at it”SHUT THE FUCK UP IM TRYING TO SLEEP.” and threw it across the room where it shattered the window and my mom instantlye started screaming at me “SHUT THE FUCK UP IM TRYING TO SLEEP” but i only hissed at her and fell out of bed. I woalked over to my closet and picked out my clothes. I was wearing a black skinny jean short skirt from hot topic and a black leather shirt with a middle finger on it from spencers and black converse shoes i got at journeys. i put on my black vans backpeck on and heded out the door. i didnt eat breakfast because thats empty calories and ill get fat. im anorexia btw.