I had to leave that post before I had really thought it through, and one other thing occurred to me afterwords.
I think that suicide is a very passive-aggressive act. You hurt yourself in order to show others how much pain you are in. When we are in pain, we often respond with anger. Depending on cultural assumptions, we may also feel a persecuted by a deep unfairness in the way we are treated by others. Still, we have to hide that anger, because if people knew we were killing ourselves to hurt them, we’d only get anger in return.
Thus, even though you are expressing your anger at others by hurting yourself, you have to hide the fact that you are angry at the unfairness of the world (and by extension, of those in it in their treatment of you). If you don’t hide your true feeling, then you won’t get any sympathy. So you can leave a suicide note in order to throw people off the scent. You tell them it isn’t their fault, even though, in your heart, you wish they would have treated you better, or somehow made the pain go away.
The people left behind who do feel guilty, and wonder what they could have done to prevent it, even though the note absolved them of guilt are right in their suspicion that they could have done something. Still, there should be anger in their response, too, because suicide is such an aggressive act. It is designed to shame others, and it works. It is cowardly in the sense that the person does not give anyone a chance, since they don’t ask for what they want, and they don’t take responsibility for getting what they want, if those around them won’t help.
Of course, if you are depressed, you may be unable to ask or take responsibility for helping yourself. Some people are very good at hiding their depression. In most societies, it is shameful to be mentally ill. So suicide can also be seen as an attempt to martyr oneself for the cause of destigmatizing mental illness. Human society does bear some blame for making it more difficult for people to be honest about the pain they are in.
So it’s very messed up. Passive aggression. Shame. Stigma. Unimaginable pain. Anger. Lack of empathy. Misdirection. Hidden agendas.
When I was thinking about it a lot, I still tried to be responsible about it. I remembered the time when I couldn’t ever imagine taking my own life. On some level, I knew that was still true, but the depression kept turning my thoughts towards suicide as a way to express my anger at myself, for failing me. I spoke openly about it to my psychiatrist and therapist and my depressed friends, even as I tried to hide it from my wife and children, so they wouldn’t know how bad off I was.
At the same time, I couldn’t hide it. My wife was terribly worried, and my kids started having emotional problems at school. Still, I hated myself—or thought I did, anyway. I felt horrible and there was no reason for that, so I had to make a reason. In addition, the thought of suicide made me feel important—in the sense that I believed what I was going through really mattered. It mattered enough so I was thinking of taking this step.
I never wanted it to be blackmail, though. If people loved me because I manipulated them into doing it, it wasn’t real. In my mind, they had to love me because they wanted to, not because I asked. I didn’t deserve it, unless they thought of helping me all on their own. Still, that was a passive-aggressive thing to do, I think. I wasn’t giving them a chance to show concern or to help. Even if they did show concern, I never believed it—I always found a reason why it wasn’t real.
My lack of self-worth was a real thing, and it made me think in dysfunctional ways. I was smart enough to be able to watch myself and analyze my emotions, as if I were an observer, and yet still be unable to change my behavior. That made me feel guilty and incompetent, which only made my hatred for myself worse. It just made it even harder for me to hear it when anyone told me they loved me.
I guess it’s a kind of negative feedback loop. Unfortunately, when it happens the first time, it happens without you being aware of it happening. That shouldn’t happen to me again. I will recognize the signs next time (if there is a next time), and I should be able to make myself get help sooner. I hope.
Some people don’t learn from these experiences. Or they get hopeless that they can learn. For me, self-criticism plays a big role, and so I have to be watching for that all the time. It is a sign that something is wrong. Not that I can stop thinking self-critical thoughts, but my coping technique is to try not to take those thoughts as seriously as I used to.
It’s so complicated. Issues of blame to spread around, and yet we also have to take responsibility for our feelings, even though we are sick and may be unable to to cope with the responsibility in a constructive way. We are in pain, and therefore angry at both ourselves and at others, but unable to express it except in this dramatic way. For many of us, it’s just thinking about it, and that’s a sign that something is very wrong. Others may not have enough introspection about what is going on in order to see the thoughts as a symptom, and so they have to carry it further. Sometimes to actually do it. Which damages everyone and leaves no one any way to change things.
Does any of this make sense?