Before I commence, let me make the mandatory disclaimer that what I am about to say in no way endorses, nor does it encourage, suicide nor does it recommend it or suggest it as an option. There is no point describing the horrors of such a thing as we all have a basic idea of the trauma and haunting involved with it. Anyone with suicide on their fingertips should seek IMMEDIATE medical attention and call someone who is qualified to help them. What I am about to describe is the mechanics of suicide in the mind of someone with a mental illness for which suicide is a medically known symptom – something like clinical depression
There are two fundamental misunderstanding, maybe misconceptions, regarding suicide. The two such misunderstandings are that someone who tries, contemplates or succeeds in committing suicide is:
• Being a coward; and/ or
• Being selfish
The suicidee is is considered a cowards because they took the easy way out. "We all have problems in our lives – you don't see us chickening out and killing ourselves." Suicide is seen as the cowardly act of a person who is not strong enough to take on life – it is seen as the highest form of weakness. If you are one of the people who think like this then allow me probe your believes and bring to your attention that human beings – like many other creatures – have a primary and inherent instinct called a "survival instinct".
The human mind has been said to operate with a primary function: Protection of the being. That is the bread and butter of the mind – to guard you; protect you; keep you from harm; preserve your life for as long as medically possible (barring a few indulgences that may hinder that). This can be seen in the simple acts of trying to drown oneself by holding your head under water; trying to bite yourself until you draw blood or suffocating yourself by holding your breath until you pass out and die. Doing all these things is damn near (but not completely) impossible. It is difficult to do - not easy - because, somehow, your mind overtakes your desire to do yourself harm in that manner and makes you lift your head out the water; release your jaw clenching or open one of the respiratory valves and draw breath. It is your mind's mission and function and if it fails, then it simply ceases to be. In a long way around, the mind is actually looking into its preservation as it is in the being.
What would drive a human being to a level where they would circumvent the most basic function of the human condition? This is something hard wired into us – it's etched into us so strong that we kind of just do it, even without thinking. Do you have any idea the amount of horror, pain and agony that would drive a human being to, not only desire to end their life, but to carry that act out as well? The amount of courage and strength it takes to override the basic function of "self preservation" by taking one's life - by slitting those wrists; kick that chair away with that rope around your neck; leap off of that cliff or out of that window or pull that trigger and swallow that bullet (fuck "biting" it) – has of a high magnitude that I fail to see how such an act can be considered "cowardice". Walk onto the top of a high building and look down; feel the rushing of your heart and the spreading of your fear; feel the terror in your system and THEN….imagine that there have been a MULTITUDE of people who were where you were, and still walked off saying "fuck it". NOW tell me that to commit suicide is a cowardice move.
The second belief is that suicide is a selfish act. Well, allow me to illuminate you of the mechanics of a mentally ill as I guide you briefly through the mind of a person tormented depression. Someone with depression (that is untreated) experiences a MYRIAD amount of emotions. In, and amongst them, is guilt. They….fuck it….WE feel guilty ALL. THE. TIME. What do we feel guilty about? EVERYTHING! Included in this "everything" is the guilt we have over the torment and frustrations and just plain "shit" we bring to our family, friends and other loved ones. We feel like we are sinking, with a fuck-off canon ball tied to our ankles, and that, by holding on to our support, are dragging them down with us to depths unknown but highly undesired. Soon, there will be no are to breath because our supply will run out and there will be just blackness. We are fully willing to endure this (because, quite frankly, we just don't give a flying fuck) but we are NOT prepared to take your with us. We love you all too much; we care for you too much; we would wish this horror on NO ONE, ESPECIALLY those that we love. It's actually ironic that in the void of emotion that is a heavily depressed state, there is still this candle of love. The only problem with this candle is that it shines love out, but there is no candle, flame or sun that can shine line in.
Ask anyone with this mental illness why they want to commit suicide; why the contemplate it or even why the tried. I am willing to gamble that an overwhelming majority of them (maybe even all of them) would say something to the effect of: "Because I can see how my family suffers because of me. I'm a burden to them and they deserve better – so the only noble thing for me to do is to take myself out of the equation. Then the source of their misery can be eliminated for good. They no longer have to worry about me; be concerned about how I'm feeling; stress over the financial shit-storm that is involved in medication and therapy; or walk on egg shells when they are around me. They can finally have fun again and move on. After all, isn't that what you do with a cancer? You cut off the effected part, even if it's an appendage. Well, I am a cancer to my family and must be severed. They will grieve, but they will heal and move on. Then, finally, maybe everyone will be at peace."
You may not agree with what they say, you may not believe it and you may not even accept or respect it, but you have to see the noble intentions in that thinking. The "nobility" may be misplaced; not completely thought through and may have many cons to it – but is still an act of mobility….in THEIR minds.
I don't believe that Joseph Smith found a book that was basically narrated God, who basically relayed the message that all other religions were wrong; I don't believe that Xenu and thetan levels are what stands between us and the bliss of a paradise; I don't believe that God has a problem with homosexuality; I don't believe in racism, sexism; the end of the world coming in 2012 or many other things. Belief is not a requisite for understanding – but an open mind is. Just because I don't believe in something and other people's beliefs, it doesn't mean I can't and mustn't respect it.
People with mental illnesses like depression who commit suicide or attempt to do it are a lot of things – sick; in pain; tortured; desperate; disillusioned (maybe); just plain gatvol (South African phrase basically saying you've 'had enough of this shit'). The one thing they are NOT, is selfish and cowards.
People with mental illnesses like depression need a lot of things when they look to suicide as an option – understanding; help (medical and other); tenacity of support; love (as futile as it may appear to be); determination. The one thing they do NOT need, is guilt and judgement from those who, quite honestly, do not understand and seem to show no desire to understand.
I'm not talking about your 'emo' kids who think being melancholic and miserable is the 'in-thing'. I'm not talking about your ordinary person who hits a slump in their lives (by comparison) and declares themselves, ever so loosely, "depressed"…as if they even know that that means. I am talking about your true, authentic, undiluted, real-makoya clinically depressed person (or with a mental illness for which it has been medically concluded that suicide is a known self-induced symptom). Call these people a lot of things – but weak, cowardice and selfish are NOT one of them.