Mork has finally gone home…

I’m trying not being flippant here…. Mork wanted desperately to go home. Now he finally has!

But what about his loved ones?

Depression is an insidious condition.

Each time I have personally become depressed… I have always made a habit of thinking about how my loved ones would feel about me after I’m gone!

It’s not a joke anymore… Look after yourselves… Yes! But also think of those who love you and why they do!

Mork calling Orson… “I want to come home Orson!”

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In 2011 after more than 37 years I, like many paramedics since then, resigned from Ambulance Victoria. I am now a Tour Guide in the Northern Territory. I started the "Talkfest Forum for Australasian Paramedics" in 2009. It now has well over 1,000 members from all over Australia. This is fine for informal comments about all thing work related, but did nothing to inform the public about paramedics' concerns. This "FAIR-GO BLOG" was started to allow paramedics and others, to inform the general public about things that they are either concerned about or feel that the public would benefit from knowing. Paramedics in all States, have said that they cannot safely make any public comments in regard to their work or their management, for fear of being reprimanded or even dismissed. This is therefore a way for them to communicate with, and receive feedback from, the public. There is a very good reason why Paramedics have been independently voted as the most trusted profession in Australia, while politicians have constantly been near the bottom of that same list. Who should you listen to when it comes to your well being? Did I hear you say... "politicians"? While I administer this blog, I do not advocate, indorse or necessarily agree with any of the opinions and/or comments posted on the blog. Posts and comments are the sole responsibility of those persons making them. John
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3 Responses to Mork has finally gone home…

  1. Jim Hall says:

    Good comment John Till but when you are that depressed, you actually think no one loves you and therefore you have no loved ones.

  2. MCCOY 8064 says:

    It’s a decision I’m certain people don’t take lightly, but when you’ve had Enough, you’ve had enough! We miss our pets when we have to put them down if they’re suffering.
    I don’t see myself any differently. I believe we need to be more pragmatic & respect a person’s decision to Go Home.
    If in a private Hell, I would prefer people accept that I was now at peace. I can’t force them to, but neither should an individual be expected to endure suffering, just so other’s can feel better.
    A few years back, I had a brush with mortality. Truthfully? There was plenty of cash to care for the kids, house etc etc: I was really OK about not making it. Biggest fear was to wake up a spack and burden my kids that way.
    My own belief: Live every day like it’s your last.
    I’d rather be remmbered with happy thoughts, than a wasting, tortured shell for example.

  3. Martin says:

    My own experience of it was a little different. Despite having completed the Applied Suicide Intervention Skills Training–to help others–some years ago, I found myself in the rapidly flowing stream, edging closer toward the edge of the waterfall. For me, the feelings and ideation were cyclical and certainly manifestations of what was going wrong in other areas of my life.

    But when the symptoms were active the awareness of my other family members was absent–they were no longer an anchor to life during those dark moments. Hence, for me, it was never a matter of ‘thinking about how my loved ones would feel’ because they were simply not in my thoughts at the time; only myself and the choice of ending my life, circling one another in a kind of grotesque standoff.

    How did I beat it? By sheer luck, during one of my lucid moments I found a new goal to pursue that was something I hadn’t tackled before and was going to take a while to complete. On my way into the darkness, I was able to remind myself, ‘I haven’t finished that goal yet’, and I seemed to emerge at the other end, able to attend to the task and make further progress. After several months, the ideation disappeared, and the darkness shrank into a corner and I saw the goal through to completion.

    Now, I no longer stand in the stream; I’m on solid ground and have every intention of staying on it for as long as I can. I’ve seen the darkness–it’s still there–but it is in the distance and has no hold over me.

    Others have written about the sanitisation of suicide, choosing quasi-religious terms, such as ‘going home’, ‘going to a better place’ or ‘at peace’, and I really don’t think they help anyone to come to terms with the futility of it and might actually edge someone feeling suicidal a little closer to the waterfall. Nor do I think that labelling it as ‘selfish’ is helpful, because it only adds to the pain someone might feel, and again provide them with a justification to proceed.

    For those enduring the torment, my advice would be to speak to someone, know that the feelings are temporary and set in motion for yourself a new experience, be it learning to paint, play an instrument or make a list of restaurants in your city to visit weekly and write a review of them. It doesn’t have to be complex goal; just mildly interesting and something where your learning is incremental and progress takes time.

    I hope you are able to walk out of the stream and set your feet on solid ground.

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