continuity eror -
I have my issues with the way you phrased yourself, but I totally understand where you’re coming from. There have been points when the “suicide is selfish” mentality got so thick around here that I just wanted to scream. (Example - right after Hunter S. Thompson died, there were several disparaging remarks made about how suicide was “the coward’s way out.” Links furnished upon request; right now, I’m ranting.) To me, it just shows a profound ignorance of the way that mental illness works.
I have never really been truly suicidal, but I do have problems with mental illness (depression and general anxiety), and I know what it’s like to be betrayed by your own mind. I was, for a long time, totally incapable of responding in a rational manner to anything. Part of me knew, sometimes, that I was being irrational. But it didn’t matter. I really believed that I was worthless, that everyone hated me, that people were only nice to me because they felt sorry for me. I had enough of myself left that I never really wanted to die. At the same time, I wouldn’t have thought that anyone would mourn me. I wouldn’t have thought that I was hurting anyone. I would have thought that I was doing the world a favor. I had failed at everything. I would never become the person I should have been. I honestly could not see what good my continued existence was doing.
And I was far from being at rock bottom. There are people out there going through shit that I cannot even imagine. So I will never condemn anyone for killing themselves, because I know what it was like for me. I can’t imagine what it is for them.
As for the idea that there’s no real reason for people to suffer - it’s a comforting thought, but I don’t think it’s true. Mental illness is a massively stigmatized thing (and incidentally, all you “Coward’s way out” people? You’re not helping). As long as so many people continue to claim that “It’s all in your mind,” that you could get better if you didn’t enjoy the pain, that drugs and psychiatrists are unnecessary so long as we have self-help books and Scientology, those with real illnesses will be afraid to seek treatment. It’s hard to admit that you’re “crazy.” It’s hard to admit that you can’t control your own mind anymore, that you’re in a situation you can’t get out of on your own. It is hard to seek help, even in the best of situations, with the best of support networks. I would never for a second have condemned any of my friends who were (and still are) seeking treatment for their own mental problems. But I could not admit that I myself needed help. It only made me feel more of a failure.
Were I to have killed myself, those who love me would have suffered horribly. I know that now. At the time, though, I couldn’t see how anyone would love me in the first place. How could I make a rational decision under those circumstances? It’s easy to see what should and should not be done from a distance. It is very, very hard to see what should and should not be done in the situation. Blame helps nobody. It only reinforces those same ideas. Mental illness is not weakness, or frailty, or some sort of guilty thing. It’s an illness. Until we’re willing to treat it as such, don’t be shocked when people succumb to it without ever having sought a cure.