Over the years, my work as a clinical health psychologist has included interviewing hundreds of individuals who have attempted suicide. In a hospital setting, I’ve frequently been the first mental health professional to meet with such individuals after a “failed” suicide attempt.
Many were extraordinarily self-deprecating, stating that they couldn’t even take their own life correctly. Such truly heartbreaking words to hear, and to which to attempt to deliver an appropriate, compassionate therapeutic response.
Suicide is never an easy way out. If you can’t ever possibly imagine being so utterly despondent that you would even consider ending your own life, please count yourself extremely blessed.
Personally, I’ve been in that darkest of places. Multiple times, in fact. I am unspeakably grateful to not be experiencing such despondency at this point in my life.
Being clinically depressed fosters the development of unbelievable levels of hopelessness and helplessness. Suicide is not really a desire to stop living. It is a desire to stop an unbearable degree of pain and anguish, from which you don’t believe there will ever possibly be an escape.
I so wish that more people would feel encouraged to let others know when they are exquisitely suffering, as opposed to hurting silently, in utter isolation.