This may be somewhat long so please bear with me. I'm not even sure why I'm posting this here as it's not exactly law enforcement related, but I'm sure it's something you gentlemen have dealt with.
Last night I very nearly committed suicide. I'm not looking for sympathy or a pity party. I'm not looking for anyone to tell me "everything will be ok" so I hope you don't get that impression.
I don't want to bore you with all of the details or my life story, but let's just say I'm an average middle class guy. I'm a small business owner with an amazing wife and a 2 year old little boy who I love with all of my heart.
But I'm stressed. Everybody gets stressed, right? But my stress goes very deep. It's been building over the past 2 years and lately has hit exponential levels, relating to everything from business problems to the struggle of taking care of a family. I feel like at this point I'm simply attending life as opposed to living life, droning through every day like a zombie until I can go to sleep just to start it again the next day.
Last night I turned to a crutch... alcohol. It's seems to be something I'm doing a lot of lately. I went to a bar and drank myself into a stupor. I left and hit an ATM on the way home, emptying both my personal and business accounts to leave cash for my family.
I came into my house, into my bedroom where my wife was sleeping and took our handgun out of the closet. I left the cash on the bedpost and went downstairs and took a beer from the fridge. I sat on the couch in our living room, set the beer and the gun on the coffee table and debated which one to put in my mouth. I'm honestly not sure how long I was sitting there. It felt like days.
My wife woke up and came into the room just as I was picking up the gun. She flew over to me and started fighting me for the gun. At first I resisted... but then I let her have it as I didn't want it to accidently go off and hurt her.
She started screaming at me to think of our son. I broke down crying like a 10 year old little girl. My wife has never seen me cry. I felt so pathetic... that I wasn't even man enough to deal with life's little "issues".
I secretly went to a therapist once a few months ago and thought he was full of ****... a waste of $235/hr. He claimed I was depressed and all he wanted to do was drug me up. I don't like drugs and have never thought nor believed that life's problems can be washed away by a pill. Ironic though that at times I think alcohol will do it...
Today I couldn't look my family in the eye. My wife hugged me tight before she went to work, and now here I sit in front of a computer looking for some answers.
Being that you gentlemen have probably dealt with the aftermath of a suicide before I guess I'm here to ask what type of resources might be available to me as a matter of prevention. I'm clear headed today, but I honestly do not trust myself at this point.
Any advice would be appreciated. If this isn't the proper venue to ask I completely understand.
Thank you.


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