My last attempt at suicide perplexes me to this day. I was living on my own in a lovely rented property. I was completely sober. I suddenly had a down and decided that I would hang myself. I just wanted to escape the world. I succeeded in putting an electric cable around an old rafter. After a few knee bends I felt dizzy and spaced out. I was then able to kick the stool I was standing on away. I blacked out. I then came to on the floor. The cable had snapped. It was a very strong cable and I was amazed. Once again it seemed that Fate, or the Universe or God (whatever you like to call it) had intervened.
I had a sore back and a very sore neck for days afterwards. I made an appointment to see my psychiatrist and we talked about the incident. He confirmed what I thought deeply, mainly that I was pleased to be alive. Why did I do it? I think I was trying to prove to myself that I was in total control of my life i.e. whether I lived or died. That’s why I had not used alcohol. I felt empowered but also pleased that I had not succeeded. I have made no more attempts since then. That was about eight years ago.
Suicide is a strange business. I have been lucky. I have not had any suicidal thoughts for years. Partially this is because I have become much more mindful of my movements and depressive thoughts. I have also met a wonderful woman whom I am now living with. She understands me and I can confide in her when I am feeling low. I believe that she comprehends my mood swings and my depressive tendencies and that is a great comfort to me.
I also think now that I am 61 it really is time to just let nature take its course!
I cannot say with certainty that I will not have suicidal thoughts again. They come upon me very suddenly.
However, I would not want to hurt my current partner by exiting this world in such a dreadful way. I also do not want to hurt my children who, thankfully, shown no signs of depression.
I remember reading once that a psychiatrist said that suicide is “ a long term solution to what is usually a short term problem”. I find that humorous, and that appeals to me, but it also makes a lot of sense.
There is so much to enjoy about life and whilst some days I find it hard to enjoy even the simplest pleasures on other days I really am happy to be alive.
I also feel that I have a calling. The suicide of our ancestors removes a cultural taboo. It becomes acceptable to take one’s life in such a way. Also, the suicide of ancestors teaches one that the way to solve a crisis, or deal with unhappiness, is simply to take one’s life. I really do not believe that is right, but that is the subliminal message. My calling is to stop this suicide running down the generations. Suicide is like an insidious genealogical poison. Someone has to stand up and make themselves into an indestructible dam so that future generations are not subject to it. That is part of the reason I am alive for I really do not want my descendants to suffer the trauma and anguish of my suicide. I do not want my partner to suffer that. Those are powerful positive drivers.
The mind is a strange and complex thing. I find that it is necessary to be aware of the workings of my mind almost from minute to minute. It is odd how a minor perceived slight can throw me into a depressed state and ultimately a suicidal one. Dr Jenner touches on this in his blog: “Depression Research Update”.
Only this week I received a slight from a good friend which has affected my mood for three days. However, using my CBT techniques I have been able to deal with it. That is the level of mindfulness one needs when one is a depressive. I know full well that my friend would be horrified if she knew that what she had said had tipped me towards a depressive episode. She is a lovely person and I am sure that we will remain good friends. I remember the (alleged) final words of the Buddha: “Do good, refrain from doing evil, and strive on heedfully”. I think the last phrase of that was an exhortation to remain aware of how our minds twist and turn, so hard to control.
I cannot give advice to others about this tragic subject. I am not qualified to. But I hope that, by sharing my experiences and thoughts with others, they may gain some insight and ideas. I would say to anyone contemplating suicide or to friends of such, seek professional help without delay. The consequences of suicide (apart from the obvious) are terrible. Friends and family are shattered and they have to live with such a tragedy for the rest of their lives.