Like @SpatzieLover said, according to people I’ve spoken with in this situation, there is an incredible feeling of shame. They are worthless, and useless and so much so that they can’t even kill themselves properly. It’s incredible shame.
But sometimes it catches the attention of other people. And sometimes there are people who love them and care enough to actually give them the support they need to change their opinion about the possibility of getting rid of the pain they feel.
Never underestimate the power of love, when expressed totally sincerely. When a person is always there for you. It makes a huge difference and it can provide a safe space from which the suicide can start to get better.
I never tried suicide and failed. I failed to get to the point of trying it. I felt kind of bad about that. But not really. I tried to enlist help from a friend who I knew also wanted to die. She had this thing about not abandoning her grown boys, so I’m not sure she ever really wanted to go. Then again, I didn’t want to leave my children that way, either.
But we did entertain each other one night, trying to figure out how we would do it. I say entertain because we started out serious and ended up laughing so hard, we nearly did kill ourselves. There were times when I really could not catch my breath. Who knew thinking about suicide could be so funny?
I’m just grateful, now, that I didn’t go that far. I suspect that for people who attempt it and fail and then get support afterwards, it’s like it was for me. They are grateful they failed, once they have recovered.
Others don’t get any support, and I think they probably go on to try again and again and eventually they succeed. They’ll get one thing right, and when they do, it’s the last thing they do.