I hate it when someone says that suicide is selfish. That may be true in some instances. But, I don’t think it is for the most part. Yes, it hurts those left behind. I won’t even try to argue that point.
But, I think there are more common reasons for suicide.
- Just plain wrong brain chemistry. This can include not being medicated when you should be, not being medicated properly or a change in medication.
- Wanting a release from physical or mental pain.
- Being tired of fighting . . . to their very soul.
There are probably more. But those are the ones that I feel that I understand the best.
I also hate when someone questions how another person can feel that something is that bad. That’s not the only factor that suicidal people have influencing what happens to them. If you haven’t been there, you can’t (for sure) know what matters most at that moment.
But, those aren’t really the points I’m trying to make.
My thoughts have recently turned to wondering how many failed suicide attempts (I hate that term but I can’t come up with a better one) result in any type (failed or otherwise) suicide attempts later.
So . . . off to Google I went. Let’s face it, Google can answer your most shallow and your deepest questions.
Here’s the general consensus I came up with:
Hard numbers are hard to come by. Not everyone seeks professional health care after a failed attempt.
However, for the information available, it’s known that people are most at risk for another attempt from three months to one year after the first one. Many of these prove to be fatal.
One study suggests that, among people who had an attempt, one in 25 actually committed suicide within five years.
It makes me think that, maybe in some weird way, suicide might be addictive. And, I’m not just talking about the attempts that people admit they did for attention.
This is an epidemic we have got to get a handle on. I’m just not sure how we can do it. Especially when mental illness comes with such a stigma that we often keep it secret.
Just food for thought today . . . may the siren of suicide not call to you . . . or if it does, may you be able to fight the urge to follow it.
Peace, Love & More Love
Hoosier Barn Chick