Simply belief beyond shadow that no one will mourn you, people will be better off without you
Unimaginable for those who have not lived it
Most who try once don’t try again
So better to keep guns away
One of my high school classmates killed himself when we were seniors. He shot himself in the head at home. He was the vice president of our Students Against Driving Drunk chapter (I was president). He was a member of the National Honor Society. He was well-liked, always friendly, generous, smiling, encouraging. He was a nerd, and so was I, so I thought nothing of it. I did not know him well, and I never asked him about his life, that I recall. I have no idea whether he was bullied or what drove him to take his own life.
The morning we found out, our calculus teacher had to sit down in the middle of the lesson. She was overcome. One of my other classmates got up and hugged her. She had more presence of mind than I. I can’t remember if it was that moment or later, or if it was our teacher or someone else altogether, who said something like suicide is ultimately a selfish act. That it was inconsistent with our classmate’s character to cause so many people so much pain. That if he had known how much he would hurt people by this act, he never would have done it. I can’t say I had thought anything about suicide before then, and I have probably not thought enough about it since, but her words stuck with me. I’m not sure I would have ever come to this conclusion.
The way I understand (think I understand) it today, suicidality is such dark state, a place so far removed from where we connect with our true selves and others, including (especially?) loved ones, that people really do believe that everybody else will be better off without them, that there is nothing worth living for. I cannot fathom that kind of disconnection and loneliness. It feels almost too scary to even contemplate. I feel totally incompetent to address this kind of pain and suffering.
I saw this video recently and it moved me. A young man jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge and survived; he tells his story of instant regret for the attempt, and gratitude to be alive.
I pray tonight that if anyone in my circle is feeling suicidal, I may say or do something to help them know they are loved, wanted, and connected, and to keep them with us long enough to get help.