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I am fundraising on behalf of Youth Suicide Prevention Ireland and plan on taking a skydive during the Halloween break if I have the money raised in time. I would be very grateful for your support in helping me meet m fundraising on behalf of Youth Suicide Prevention Ireland and plan on taking a m fundraising on behalf of Youth Suicide Prevention Ireland and plan on taking a skydive during thethethethethe Halloween break if I have the money raised in time. I would be very grateful for your support in helping me meet my personal target. Below is my story and reason for deciding to fundraise as I now feel like I'm in a position where I can give something back.

In the last ten minutes of a championship match against Bandon in Newcestown I suffered a fairly severe asthma attack on the pitch. I ended up having a fit and felt like I was about to die, this was the trigger to the panic attacks that happened in the future. In the next round when getting ready in the dressing rooms, I suffered my first panic attack. At the time I believed it was just another asthma attack, and this continued for the next few games and trainings for the duration of that season, however not as bad as the first panic attack so I was never overly concerned and put it solely down to asthma. 

That Christmas in school I fainted for the first time the day before we were getting our holidays and was taken to the hospital. I ended up having three trips to the hospital over the fainting, twice from school and once from the disco Bounce. At the time no one knew why I was fainting and this continued on for a year without being diagnosed as low blood pressure. This undiagnosed condition began to take its toll on my mental health and in March of fourth year was the first time I was suicidal, however I got over it with the help of my close friends. For the next year I continued to suffer from panic attacks, not knowing what they were, and from extreme low moods. It wasnt until January of fifth year that my mental health took its most serious dip. One Saturday at an 18th I was in absolute agony, being honest, I rather thought and believed I was dying at one stage (and completely wanted to) from a severe asthma attack and following panic attack, during that phase I completely shut everyone out, pissed off rather a good few people and really upset them.

The next day I basically just slept and got up for water on repeat for the evening, and my parents just thought I was very badly hungover even though I wasn't drinking heavy the night before at all. That was more of a numb type of day to me as I had no feelings and couldn't concentrate.

In school monday morning, complete shit of a day, more so caused by me purposely. A close friend realised I wasn't ok at all, but as you probably know of how stubborn and sarcastic I can be I still was able to greatly piss him off. And therefore there was a bit of tension between us that day but that's slightly irrelevant I was in a very bad way mentally at this stage, it was a constant thought in my head that I wanted to end my life and really it wasn't so much that, it was more I just wanted all the pain to stop and not have to fight it anymore (it being my asthma attacks and fainting, and also my low moods).

By the time I got home I was a right mess, wrote some form of pure abusive message to a close friend before sending something along the lines of "I hope you can forgive me after this", and he realised that message was seperate from the abuse and put two and two together to realise what was going on, but by that stage I was already gone in the car to the pitch ready to put my plan into action.

But anyway, I had roughly ten missed calls at that stage off said friend and decided to finally answer it, more so to get and give a final goodbye.

That's where the 13 minute call took place and he talked me down and convinced me to go to his, so there was obviously another few hours at his but that was that day done with.

Tuesday was again a numb type of day, not paying much attention, don't really remember it at all.

Then Wednesday another obviously bad day, at break shit hit the fan as the friend thought I was going back to my state from Monday night, so by the time he got me to the office (the faint and cramping happened that break) there was me crying from pain and him basically close to breaking down, and the school principal saw that. Even when I was done with the pain and fainting I was also not my usual self after it and I was clearly in a bad way.

They dragged the story out of me and then she got the friend out of class where he broke down with the school chaplain and principal and that's where they realised what state I was in. An emergency appointment for the doctorswas booked, and I had to have the friend come with me, or I knew I wouldn't go through with telling the story, but anyway that's when the doctor wanted me rushed to the hospital to the psychologists.

I was then diagnosed with a very similar thing to Bressie. I was diagnosed with serious panic/anxiety disorder that can lead to intense bouts of depression, along with already having the uncontrolled asthma and fainting (which is actually quite peaceful).

Since then I got my panic attacks fully under control through CBT, however my low moods and suicidal ideation would return every fortnight, and I was constantly relying on my friends support to keep me going. During this time I also cut out most GAA which was a big thing for me at the time. This was purely down to the fear of panic attacks returning and being unmotivated. My schoolwork didn't suffer too much at all which had everyone believing I was fine until late May where my final suicidal attempt happened.

Without going into too much detail the low mood came at me out of nowhere. I was having a good day and then bang, shittest feeling I've ever had. This time there was no real texting my friends or giving any warning, it was once again a different friend realised I was in very off form and realised what I was about to do. I was gone to the top pitch out of sight of everyone in Bal that might enter for a puc around and tied the rope. I was lucky enough that I didn't tie the rope correctly the first time so the friend had time to annoy me enough to force me to answer my phone. Long story short, I was talked down again.

My parents were fully informed this time as it happened because I wouldn't answer my friend for so long. This led to my parents calling my uncle and his wife who came over to talk to me and calmed me down that evening. It was them who got me onto a new counsellor along with another aunt and her husband. Through these connections of them knowing the counsellors I got in without waiting and got immedate help. It was from these counsellors where I was diagnosed with high functioning depression. Through regular trips to these counsellors along with hypnotherapy, acupuncture and increasing my sport life back to normal I got on top of my depression to a very good degree. 

I know it's not completely over and will always be a part of me, but I'm grateful for the help and support I've received and would now like to help fight the severe problem of high suicide rates amongst the young male population in the country. Any donations are greatly appreciated. Sound. during the Halloween break if I have the money raised in time. I would be very grateful for your support in helping me meet my personal target. Below is my story and reason for deciding to fundraise as I now feel like I'm in a position where I can give something back.

In tason, however not as bad as the first panic attack so I was never overly concerned and put it solely down to asthma. 

That Christmas in school I fainted for the first time the day before we were getting our holidays and was taken to the hospital. I ended up having three trips to the hospital over the fainting, twice from school and once from the disco Bounce. At the time no one knew why I was fainting and this continued on for a year without being diagnosed as low blood pressure. This undiagnosed condition began to take its toll on my mental health and in March of fourth year was the first time I was suicidal, however I got over it with the help of my close friends. For the next year I continued to suffer from panic attacks, not knowing what they were, and from extreme low moods. It wasnt until January of fifth year that my mental health took its most serious dip. One Saturday at an 18th I was in absolute agony, being honest, I rather thought and believed I was dying at one stage (and completely wanted to) from a severe asthma attack and following panic attack, during that phase I completely shut everyone out, pissed off rather a good few people and really upset them.

The next day I basically just slept and got up for water on repeat for the evening, and my parents just thought I was very badly hungover even though I wasn't drinking heavy the night before at all. That was more of a numb type of day to me as I had no feelings and couldn't concentrate.

In school monday morning, complete shit of a day, more so caused by me purposely. A close friend realised I wasn't ok at all, but as you probably know of how stubborn and sarcastic I can be I still was able to greatly piss him off. And therefore there was a bit of tension between us that day but that's slightly irrelevant I was in a very bad way mentally at this stage, it was a constant thought in my head that I wanted to end my life and really it wasn't so much that, it was more I just wanted all the pain to stop and not have to fight it anymore (it being my asthma attacks and fainting, and also my low moods).

By the time I got home I was a right mess, wrote some form of pure abusive message to a close friend before sending something along the lines of "I hope you can forgive me after this", and he realised that message was seperate from the abuse and put two and two together to realise what was going on, but by that stage I was already gone in the car to the pitch ready to put my plan into action.

But anyway, I had roughly ten missed calls at that stage off said friend and decided to finally answer it, more so to get and give a final goodbye.

That's where the 13 minute call took place and he talked me down and convinced me to go to his, so there was obviously another few hours at his but that was that day done with.

Tuesday was again a numb type of day, not paying much attention, don't really remember it at all.

Then Wednesday another obviously bad day, at break shit hit the fan as the friend thought I was going back to my state from Monday night, so by the time he got me to the office (the faint and cramping happened that break) there was me crying from pain and him basically close to breaking down, and the school principal saw that. Even when I was done with the pain and fainting I was also not my usual self after it and I was clearly in a bad way.

They dragged the story out of me and then she got the friend out of class where he broke down with the school chaplain and principal and that's where they realised what state I was in. An emergency appointment for the doctorswas booked, and I had to have the friend come with me, or I knew I wouldn't go through with telling the story, but anyway that's when the doctor wanted me rushed to the hospital to the psychologists.

I was then diagnosed with a very similar thing to Bressie. I was diagnosed with serious panic/anxiety disorder that can lead to intense bouts of depression, along with already having the uncontrolled asthma and fainting (which is actually quite peaceful).

Since then I got my panic attacks fully under control through CBT, however my low moods and suicidal ideation would return every fortnight, and I was constantly relying on my friends support to keep me going. During this time I also cut out most GAA which was a big thing for me at the time. This was purely down to the fear of panic attacks returning and being unmotivated. My schoolwork didn't suffer too much at all which had everyone believing I was fine until late May where my final suicidal attempt happened.

Without going into too much detail the low mood came at me out of nowhere. I was having a good day and then bang, shittest feeling I've ever had. This time there was no real texting my friends or giving any warning, it was once again a different friend realised I was in very off form and realised what I was about to do. I was gone to the top pitch out of sight of everyone in Bal that might enter for a puc around and tied the rope. I was lucky enough that I didn't tie the rope correctly the first time so the friend had time to annoy me enough to force me to answer my phone. Long story short, I was talked down again.

My parents were fully informed this time as it happened because I wouldn't answer my friend for so long. This led to my parents calling my uncle and his wife who came over to talk to me and calmed me down that evening. It was them who got me onto a new counsellor along with another aunt and her husband. Through these connections of them knowing the counsellors I got in without waiting and got immedate help. It was from these counsellors where I was diagnosed with high functioning depression. Through regular trips to these counsellors along with hypnotherapy, acupuncture and increasing my sport life back to normal I got on top of my depression to a very good degree. 

I know it's not completely over and will always be a part of me, but I'm grateful for the help and support I've received and would now like to help fight the severe problem of high suicide rates amongst the young male population in the country. Any donations are greatly appreciated. Sound.m fundraising on behalf of Youth Suicide Prevention Ireland and plan on taking a skydive during the Halloween break if I have the money raised in time. I would be very grateful for your support in helping me meet my personal target. Below is my story and reason for deciding to fundraise as I now feel like I'm in a position where I can give something back.

In the last ten That's where the 13 minute call took place and he talked me down and convinced me to go to his, so there was obviously another few hours at his but that was that day done with.

Tuesday was again a numb type of day, not paying much attention, don't really remember it at all.

Then Wednesday another obviously bad day, at break shit hit the fan as the friend thought I was going back to my state from Monday night, so by the time he got me to the office (the faint and cramping happened that break) there was me crying from pain and him basically close to breaking down, and the school principal saw that. Even when I was done with the pain and fainting I was also not my usual self after it and I was clearly in a bad way.

They dragged the story out of me and then she got the friend out of class where he broke down with the school chaplain and principal and that's where they realised what state I was in. An emergency appointment for the doctorswas booked, and I had to have the friend come with me, or I knew I wouldn't go through with telling the story, but anyway that's when the doctor wanted me rushed to the hospital to the psychologists.

I was then diagnosed with a very similar thing to Bressie. I was diagnosed with serious panic/anxiety disorder that can lead to intense bouts of depression, along with already having the uncontrolled asthma and fainting (which is actually quite peaceful).

Since then I got my panic attacks fully under control through CBT, however my low moods and suicidal ideation would return every fortnight, and I was constantly relying on my friends support to keep me going. During this time I also cut out most GAA which was a big thing for me at the time. This was purely down to the fear of panic attacks returning and being unmotivated. My schoolwork didn't suffer too much at all which had everyone believing I was fine until late May where my final suicidal attempt happened.

Without going into too much detail the low mood came at me out of nowhere. I was having a good day and then bang, shittest feeling I've ever had. This time there was no real texting my friends or giving any warning, it was once again a different friend realised I was in very off form and realised what I was about to do. I was gone to the top pitch out of sight of everyone in Bal that might enter for a puc around and tied the rope. I was lucky enough that I didn't tie the rope correctly the first time so the friend had time to annoy me enough to force me to answer my phone. Long story short, I was talked down again.

My parents were fully informed this time as it happened because I wouldn't answer my friend for so long. This led to my parents calling my uncle and his wife who came over to talk to me and calmed me down that evening. It was them who got me onto a new counsellor along with another aunt and her husband. Through these connections of them knowing the counsellors I got in without waiting and got immedate help. It was from these counsellors where I was diagnosed with high functioning depression. Through regular trips to these counsellors along with hypnotherapy, acupuncture and increasing my sport life back to normal I got on top of my depression to a very good degree. 

I know it's not completely over and will always be a part of me, but I'm grateful for the help and support I've received and would now like to help fight the severe problem of high suicide rates amongst the young male population in the country. Any donations are greatly appreciated. Sound.m fundraising on behalf of Youth Suicide Prevention Ireland and plan on taking a skydive during the Halloween break if I have the money raised in time. I would be very grateful for your support in helping me meet my personal target. Below is my story and reason for deciding to fundraise as I now feel like I'm in a position where I can give something back.

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Sean Crowley