
**If you are struggling with suicidal thoughts now, please consider speaking with a trained professional through the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, at 1-800-273-TALK.
“Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.” ~Lucius Annaeus Seneca
When I was twenty-four my best friend died suddenly in a car accident. She was like a sister to me, so this plunged me into a deep depression. I had struggled with depression since I was about fourteen, but it became much worse after she passed away.
At times suicide honestly seemed like the best possible solution to what I felt like I knew was going to be another fifty years of sadness. I wasn’t depressed every day, and there were weeks and months when it seemed like things were getting better. But the depression always seemed to come back and it was wearing me down.
Despair
In Andrew Solomon’s book The Noonday Demon, he states that it is easier to convince a schizophrenic person that their delusions aren’t real than it is to convince a depressed and suicidal person that life is worth living.
“You don’t think in depression that you’ve put on a gray veil and are seeing the world through the haze of a bad mood. You think that the veil has been taken away, the veil of happiness, and that now you’re seeing truly.”
This sums up exactly how I felt. I needed others to have hope for me when I didn’t have any. I was lucky to have a great support network of family, friends, and professionals. I had a doctor and an amazing therapist who helped a lot.
I read everything I could on depression and sought out people who were going through similar things. It made me feel less alone to be able to talk openly about the darkness I was experiencing. I craved authenticity. The support I received kept me alive and gradually I started to heal.
Hope
As I write this, I haven’t been clinically depressed in two years now. I am blessed with so much love, purpose, and happiness. If I had ended my life back then I would never have met my amazing partner, become a counselor, or seen my nieces grow up.
I couldn’t skip those painful years, but I wish I knew that things would turn out okay, that I could recover, and that life could be worth living. What I’m saying is, give time a chance to heal you, give life a chance to get better. You will have to fight for it, but it can happen.
Hope is such a powerful thing, and suicide is the ultimate state of hopelessness. If you can connect with a suicidal person’s hopelessness but also hold and communicate your hope for them, that is a huge gift. They may not thank you at the time, but one day they might. It could be the thing that gets them through that night.
The Secret We Keep
Suicide is a lot more common than people realize. One in five people experience thoughts of not wanting to be alive at some point in their lifetime, but it’s not socially acceptable to admit to this. We walk around thinking we’re the only one and must be totally crazy when right next to us someone else might be thinking the same thing.
It makes sense that when we are suffering our brain looks for ways out, especially if we feel like we are a burden to others because of our suffering. Usually we can dismiss this as a bad idea, an extreme and permanent solution to our problems.
But what if the suffering doesn’t seem to be ending? What if the pain just goes on and on and you can’t take it anymore?
The Ones You Leave Behind
If you are deeply depressed, you may think you are just putting an end to your suffering by ending your life, but you are actually just passing it on to the people who know and love you. It is estimated that fifteen to thirty people are severely affected by each person’s suicide. They are left with questions of “What did I do wrong?” “What did I miss?” “What could I have done?” The people left behind are also at a higher risk of suicide.
This is painful to hear when you are desperate for an escape. I don’t mean to guilt trip anyone. But instead of passing on this pain to others you could try and channel it into something positive. Even if that is just your own recovery and survival.
Some of the greatest creatives and altruists are people who have known deep pain. It was their experiences that prepared them and allowed them to create something good in the world. We are all going to die eventually, so if you do nothing else in this life, do your best with all the years life gives you.
Grief
I was at a conference recently and the facilitator, a therapist who specializes in working with people bereaved by suicide, told a story. She was walking along the street when a woman almost accidentally stepped out in front of the traffic. The therapist was too far away to grab the lady so instead she yelled out “Don’t leave us!”
This story brought tears to my eyes. It reminded me of the loss that people feel when they lose someone, especially to suicide. I think of the pain that I felt when my best friend died, the absolute grief, and then I imagine how much worse it would have been if she had died by suicide. I am so glad I did not successfully inflict that on my family.
Safety Planning
I suspect many are feeling suicidal right now, given that we’ve all been isolated, some with mental health issues and no support; others trapped with their abusers; others still feeling overwhelmed by financial struggle. If you’ve been feeling suicidal the first thing I would suggest is telling someone. It could be a friend, a family member, a therapist or a helpline.
I know this can be scary. You might be worried they will think you’re crazy or rush you off to hospital. I can’t say for sure what will happen, but I can say that if you pick someone good, they will most likely ask you some questions and try to come up with a plan to keep you safe while you feel this way.
Be clear with what you are thinking and feeling. There is a big difference between feeling that you don’t want to be alive sometimes and planning to end your life. It’s all important and it’s okay to talk about it. If the first person doesn’t respond well, that’s okay; tell someone else. There are good people out there.
Maybe you are reading this and thinking that no one would care if you died, and your family wouldn’t miss you. Well, someone would. Maybe someone you haven’t even met yet. Someone who will never get to meet a person just like you. You are completely unique, and no one can replace you. Please don’t leave us.
**If you are struggling with suicidal thoughts now, please consider speaking with a trained professional through the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline, at 1-800-273-TALK.
About Ella
Ella is a social worker who is passionate about mental health. She loves writing, hiking and watching movies. You can read more of her work at her blog Mind Balance Café.










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I had made peace with committing suicide. With dying. I was finally ready. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then just before I pulled the trigger a thought came to mind – what mess would my wife discover when she came home? I saw the bloody, torn and ugly body of the man she loved lying in a heap on our bedroom floor. That thought froze me. I suddenly could not pull the trigger. I could not do that to her. And I cried. That was three years ago.
Every day is still a challenge, but its gotten easier.
“What I’m saying is, give time a chance to heal you, give life a chance to get better. You will have to fight for it, but it can happen.”
I am in my 50s and things don’t seem to get better. People are inconsiderate and selfish. I tried antidepressants but people are still inconsiderate and selfish. I have been belittled, betrayed, lied to, etc. – even by my family.
I am one that suffers from silent depression. Every day I go to work and occasionally I socialize. People don’t know how disappointed I am.
I can really connect with this …I’ve had thoughts of suicide come and go since my early teens, with one pitiful attempt at 19. Fast forward to today, I turned 50 on the 23rd of May, and was completely alone. No one made a big creative effort to celebrate my life (even remotely – I’ve seen some wonderful stories of people being celebrated either virtually or at a safe distance). The friends I thought I had at work didn’t acknowledge it until after I mentioned it. I thought I’d be clever and tweet out a call for bday wishes the night before so that I’d wake up to all these bday wishes, albeit from strangers. I got two. TWO. From colleagues. My two friends that I thought were friends didn’t do much of a fuss, a text and a card. Nothing like feeling even more invisible during a pandemic. It was a brutal reminder that I am truly alone in this world and I’ve got no one to support me, or help me should I fall ill or injured. The one creature in this world that’s keeping me alive is my cat. I purposely haven’t made arrangements for him should I die, simply because I know if that was sorted, I wouldn’t have anything else keeping me here. I’m an HR Officer so people come to me for advice and issues. And I love to be of service! But it seems when I speak out and ask for help, I feel like a big Debbie Downer that no one wants to hear. So I joke or keep quiet. No one knows how much I struggle with thoughts of dying. (Yes I’ve done years of therapy and coaching). Feel like at 50, I’ve exhausted my chances at enjoying a nice loving relationship, (yes I know, self love first….been working on that since 19). Only child and have lived alone longer than coupled. I know independence and inner strength. Now I’m 50, in menopause, noticing my body is getting older, but inside I’m still that lost, lonely girl I always have been. Despite meditation, Reiki, mantras, crystals, online support groups, meds, cannabis…. I feel bad for those who have lost really good people in their lives while I’m still here, faking it at living.
I struggled with suicidal thoughts. What stopped me from killing myself ? A short film on suicide that I saw on youtube while researching suicide. A girl slits her wrists and dies in the bathtub.The scene where her mother finds her lifeless body in the bathtub really touched me. Maybe the acting was really good, but it was really painful to see what the mother went through. I don’t want to put my parents through that. Their lives are hard enough as it is. I don’t remember the name of the short film, i wish i could share it with others.
Thanks a lot .. your words made me feel better. But I lost hope and trust on love because I was so devoted to my boyfriend for 5 years. And in the end all I suffered is betrayal. He fought with my parents nastily for dowry. I am from india. Dowry issues are so common here. I also undergone surgery for fibroids uterus and my parents and I had to bear the hospital Bills as it costed a lot. Inspite of knowing that he fought for dowry. There was no single second I stopped thinking about suicide. Now every second I am living with anger not able to forgive and forget everything happened with me till now. All I did was loving him whole heartedly. Now when I feel so angry because of loving him. Because of being blind. Thinking of him makes me feel suicidal all because I am so ashamed of loving him.
Amazing. I needed to read that today.
One time when I was younger I was going to commit suicide but I didn’t. Two weeks later my life was going so well that I remember thinking ‘I am so glad I didn’t commit suicide 2 weeks ago’.
Now I am 66 and 7 years ago I went through it again but a guy said to me ‘Drinking isn’t your problem – thinking is your problem’ I started watching my thoughts and came to realize that everything I think, believe or was taught about me is not true.
Now, 7 years later I am the happiest and the healthiest I have ever been in my life.
I like who I am today and I wouldn’t be this kind and humble person if I had not gone through those dark times.
Hi Becky. I’m sorry you have been so hurt and let down throughout your life. There certainly are inconsiderate, selfish people in the world but there are good, kind people in the world too. Depression and past experiences can make it seem like everything is bad (and there is a lot of bad in the world) but there is a lot of good too. Do you have a good counselor supporting you?
Wow GOTO636 thanks for sharing this. You are so brave to keep going for your wife. I’m glad things have gotten at least a bit easier for you.
Hi Santoshi. I’m glad I could offer a little bit of encouragement. What you have been through is so painful. It is brave to love and it will take time to recover from this heartbreak. Hang in there and be kind to yourself.
Currently I am not seeing a counselor. A couple of years ago I went to one but he told me there was nothing wrong with me. He said I am self-assured and self-sufficient (which I am). I mostly try to read self-help articles.
Same. Being a woman over 50, we become invisible. Menopause brings so many negative aspects–weight gain, loss of libido, hair loss, crepey skin, mood changes, etc etc. No one notices me now since I gained about 25 lbs. It’s infuriating. I am still the same person on the inside! Just because this body has aged (I’m soon to be 58) does not mean I”m not the same person. But ppl don’t care. I have silent depression too. And it seems like the ppl I want to be friends w/, do not want to be friends. I have no real friends. Things don’t always get better when one is older and therefore reaching the inevitable end of the line.
Wow Becky. He doesn’t sound like he was very helpful at all! I was lucky to find someone really supportive and although she couldn’t make everything better it made me feel much less alone.
Diane this is so heartbreaking. You sound like a really kind person. I wonder if there are other women in similar situations you could connect with in real life through Meetup for example? Obviously it’s a bit more difficult at the moment during covid but maybe after. I hear you on the loneliness. Everyone needs love.
Them as decided to check out before they had any more nonsense to deal with were the lucky ones.
This does not only apply to females. I am a 64 year old male with a similar situation as Diane – no friends, no family, no nothing. Corona lockdown does not even make a difference. It is my normal existence. I don’t even know who is going to come and pickup my body when I die of natural causes, so why wait?
So glad it helped. Hope you’re doing ok today.
Naina it sounds like part of the TV series 13 Reasons Why. Yes that’s the sad reality for people left behind. I’m glad it changed things for you.
Colin this is so inspiring! I’m so glad you got through it both times. Our minds can be such powerful but dangerous things. I’m reading Learned Optimism at the moment and that has really hit home for me.
I’ve just started training to work in mental health and I love this quote so much <3
I will hold this in my heart while I try to help people through their bleakest times.
"Hope is such a powerful thing, and suicide is the ultimate state of hopelessness. If you can connect with a suicidal person’s hopelessness but also hold and communicate your hope for them, that is a huge gift. They may not thank you at the time, but one day they might. It could be the thing that gets them through that night."
Thank you Ella. Those words help, hopefully we “don’t get it done” before it happens naturally.
I feel you Becky, I feel the same way, with more “details” (more to complaint about), it doesn’t make it heavier than yours. I’ve been taking deep breathes and doing what I can, but, just like you, I’m really tired, I’m 31 and honestly, even if I get through this in the months and year ahead, I strongly doubt I’ll make it till my 50s. So I give you an applause, you’ve been very strong so far.
Let’s keep figthing, I know how it feels, I think about it most of the time, but somehow I still find the strength to fight. Wish you the same Diane.
I like your story bro. Keep figthing, I have no wife, not even a girlfriend, no one who loves me, except my dog (if they feel what we call love, of course), I see no porpuse in life, but there’s still few things I enjoy, so I’m figthing every single day, it is a challenge, just like you mentioned. Thank you for opening up.
I do feel you Frans. I’m 31 and, just like you, have no one close to me. The closest friend I have is in the same situation, he is younger than me and it seems he is ready “to get it done”. And yes, the plandemic lockdown has not make a difference, I know about it, perhaps let me recommend you to spend the time you have in the things you love or like, that might help. I don’t knkow what’s gonna happend with me, but let’s keep figthing.
shuro emyia once said “it makes me happy when i can make other people happy” then archer said “how can you save everyone if you cant even save yourself.. for you to save someone you have to ignore someone else emiya.. u simply cannot save every single person.. because in the end it will destroy you”
Honestly, this helps, for the past few years, as a person who’s diagnosed with autism, I’ve been considering suicide ever since Covid 19 started, my parents weren’t helpful with I’m going through, I have constant fear of loosing close friends, not learning to know things, people been trying to strictly control what I create in art or drawing, I keep failing the things I love, I’ve been extremely harsh to others due to disagreements, life is just falling apart for me
Hi Abby…thank you so much for your reply. I almost didn't see this comment because I thought the link was spam. I guess I was meant to read your message. I reread my own comment just now, and I can at least feel compassion for myself and what I wrote 4 years ago. Since then, two failed relationships, estrangement from my parents (my choice for mental health reasons), and I now have a second cat to keep me company. Still don't know why I'm here, but I am, so that's something. I guess I wouldn't be doing yoga with puppies later today so that's something I am grateful for. Squeezing out new experiences now and then. I wish you well on your journey, and maybe one day you'll find yourself on the train, heading towards that support group.