BREAKING: Report: Mindy McCready dead of apparent suicide

Ya I noticed that even in her happy pictures she didn't look all that happy. A tortured soul.

Mindy certainly had a difficult life, not even Superman could have saved her.

I certainly don't think they help, particularly, in many cases. I was first put on antidepressants at age 12 to deal with the depression caused by a physically abusive childhood. I tried to off myself twice by the age of 18 OD'ing on them, first time I was 14 and landed in pediatric intensive care for a week. Last time, I was 22, self-medicating with my mother's anti-depressants.

I think I am part of the reason there are warnings on labels for young people not to take them, as my doctors had to report my ODs. I've felt much better without them in my life, and haven't been suicidal, since. I do have sympathy for anyone who has been through those feelings, or is going through them, life is not always easy...but, it's what we have.

Selfish fucking bitch for leaving her kids motherless. She is now in hell. Suicide is unforgivable sin

poor thing definately had problems

shocking video complete with demonic laughing

I have a problem when they are handed out like candy with no regard for drug interaction.

Oxy and antidepressents are a brain frying mix.
Just my own opinion, based on watching loved ones go down the drain under the "care".

Everyone has problems? So? Everyone have completely different abilities to cope with or tolerate stress/trauma/tragedy.

Whether her troubles were entirely brtought on by her, or had other causes or a little of both... is irrelevant.

Evidently she just couldn't go on. It's one thing to take some pills or even sorta-kinda-slash your wrists as a desperate cry for attention. It's not enother to shoot yourself.

Maybe this was also a bit of bad luck -- not just BF suicide, the kids being taken away, the negligent early-release from involutary psychiatric confinement + some particularly brutal withdrawal symptoms from anti-depressants & alcohol ======> a cumulative impact of all of which had driven stronger and healthier indiviuals than Mindy McCready to suicide throughout history, may I remind you....

Just some compassion and understanding is in order, is all I am saying.

And yes, no doubt her kids got a very raw deal --- especially the 6-year old.

Haven't seen the film, I remember when it came out, though.

Also wanted to add, it they are mentally unbalanced, very often the first thing they lose is personal responsibility.

No way should she have been released if she was suicidal.

Speculation!!Only God is her judge and jury not you!

with suicide the only angels she will deal with are the fallen ones unfortunately

The child's father, record producer David Wilson, was found dead in his home on January 13, 2013, of an apparent self-inflicted gunshot wound.

31 days later she goes the same way...

To look at me you probably
think I'm doing fine
Good thing that you can't
read my mind.

This isn't a perfect world. It's not realistic to expect perfection from others, especially when we tend to excuse imperfection in ourselves.

not nessicarily according to this women Dr Joyce Brown who died and saw what happens to suicides in her near death experience...


Chapter 9

A Spirit Contorted in Sorrow and Pain

Suddenly I seemed to be transported through time with scenes quickly passing my view. Then I was in a chapel with flowers everywhere, large beautiful bouquets on pedestals. The room was crowded with somber people, the only sounds were soft muffled sobbing. I could see everyone there , but they could not see me and no one reacted to my presence.
Glancing around, I saw a long line of mourners filing slowly past the modest casket. The body of a young women with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair lay in the casket. Mortuary skills and cosmetics had given her a placid expression she looked peaceful and beautiful. How sad, I thought such a young women robbed of everything earth life had to offer.
My view then focused on an older women sitting to one side. She seemed dazed her eyes staring into space. The pain emanating from her was undeniable. I knew at once she was the dead women's mother, hurting as any parent would when burying one child. Two beautiful little girls, perhaps 4 and 6 years of age, were with her. They were daughters of the deceased women and this women's grandchildren and they were sobbing uncontrollably. Their hair had been lovingly done by a caring relative and they were both dressed in frilly blue dresses with white lace trim.
Somehow I knew these dresses had been purchased by their dear mother for a happy occasion in the recent past. Now they were being worn for her funeral. The youngest child sat on her grandmothers lap clinging to her and weeping desperately. The six year old stood at the side of her grandmother, her face buried in her hands. Her little shoulders shook with her sobs. The children could not stop crying, but their grandmother, in such pain hardly seemed to realize they were there, was unable to offer comfort.
I understood her thoughts, How was she ever going to take the place of the child's dead mother? She was older, with few financial resources and even fewer physical resources on which to draw. How could she ever love them enough to ease the pain of loosing a mother who had left them by choice?


The Anguish of Reaching Out in Pain


The dead women had not died in a tragic accident or of a disease. The knowledge came vividly to my mind. She had taken her own life died by her own action, voluntarily given up her chance to accomplish anything more during earth life.
Suddenly, I saw the spirit of a young women kneeling at her mothers feet. She was different than the others in the chapel. Her body was not full and solid as were the bodies of her mother and children and the other mourners. She was wispy and transparent as I was at the moment a spiritual body not a physical one and her face was contorted in sorrow and pain. Her mortal body lay a few feet away in the coffin, yet her essence , her spirit, her soul was here, sobbing at her mothers knees. I heard her thoughts, her words. She was sorry, oh so sorry, for what she had done to them. She ached for them and the pain they were experiencing because of her actions.
She reached out , unable to touch them or to be felt by them. Her desperate attempts to make herself heard or understood failed utterly. She tried to take the oldest girl into her arms to comfort her, she wanted to console, to caress her children but they did not even know she was there.
I listened as she begged their forgiveness. She was desperate to make them understand but they could not hear her words. All she could do was watch in torment as they suffered from her actions. I realized she had been a single mother raising these little girls alone. The emotional and physical l responsibilities had overwhelmed her, she had come to the point were she felt her problems and pressures were to great for her to endure. She felt depressed and allowed her feelings of despondency to grow to the point that she mistakenly felt that release from life was her only solution.
The Tragedy of Death by Choice

She had committed suicide thinking she would find peace- and sometime in the future she probably would find forgiveness and peace. But for now, instead she found misery as she helplessly watched the pain she had inflicted on the ones she oh so loved. Instead of being free from emotional strife she was feeling intensified sorrow, compounded with regret for what she had done to her family. I could sense her agonized frustration she was unable to communicate with or console her loved ones. She was utterly helpless to aid them in anyway. (In suicide, as in all things God is the ultimate judge, and will decide the degree to which each person is accountable for their actions).

A View of the Future

As I watched the scene, my view changed and I envisioned the girls begin to grow up, raised by their grandmother. Their dead mother continued observing their progress and their pain as they grew up without her. Her torment was great as she saw how they needed her , longed for her, hated her, and dealt with the fact of their mothers abandonment (which they perceived as rejection) at every stage of their lives.
She saw her children's sorrow and how she had personally handicapped them. And when they would need her she would be unable to reach them with her love. Physically she would not be there for them never could be there for them. How she longed to hold them. She wished she could undo her death and return to her children. I understood that she would watch, not only her children, but others in her life who had been wounded by her choice to kill herself.

The Ripple Effect

The analogy of a pebble thrown into a pond came to mind. The ripple that results expands outward and ultimately affects an area immeasurably larger than the size of the pebble itself, the ripple travels on and on. I understood that every action in life , affects so many people that its effects seem endless. The ripples, or more like tidal waves, roll outward touching many lives.

your spook fux law enforcement knows exactfully what music is all about

Once again, we hear about those addicted to pills. What about those that really need them? My brother was dying from metastatic prostate cancer (in his bones). They didn't want to give it to him until he was almost dead!

and so do you you fuxing shills pension freaks

RIP now, tortured soul.

Yes.

I'd go even further, though: a lot of what we think we control, we DO NOT.

For instance: I was lucky enough to be born into an awesome family, with lots of love and opportunities -- and certainly pure dumb luck, including genetic of course... Yes, I study/work hard, but it comes so easy --- so how much of that is really MY accomlishment? I realize that I can be an astoundinly judgement prick at times online, but in real-life I battle hard against judging others or having ego-centric view of the world.

I guess IF Mindy McCready snapped and killed kids or even other adults like that monster Adam Lanza or Asian dude in Virginian Tech... there would be NO excuse.

But she just took her OWN life. It belonged to HER. Let her rest.

fux you shill

OK once again she was 15 when she was doing Roger Clemens..THINK ABOUT IT OK? That's child abuse........right? Dudes...........check me if I'm wrong.

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What a loser.

america needs to think

And she left a 9 month old baby in her wake.

Rest in eternal peace, Mindy.

Who?

Why is this pinned? Aliens?

a baby too?