HAve you ever felt suicidal, did you try to end yourself?

Answer 1

For a Christian or Jew (I can only speak from what I know having read their Volumes of Sacred Law), suicide is giving in to a most horrible sin. In fact, it used to be one of the Roman Catholic's "Deadly sins": DESPAIR.

Here is the reason (and no, I will not cite long scriptural passages), if you kill yourself you are saying that you reject God and God's plan for your life. Even suffering, as we see in the Book of Job, is part of God's plan. Thus suicides were not permitted burial in Catholic cemeteries.

We are all creatures of the flesh. The flesh suffers and wants the suffering to cease. The Buddhists based their whole philosophy on how to detach from this suffering. Life is hard. The sooner we face that, the happier we can be with the small amount of victories we have. We are not entitled to anything. Yet we whine and complain like Goldilocks about this bed being too hard and this too soft.

In some lines of work, one is not allowed to even admit to having felt suicidal. Imagine if the pilot of your airplane had problems with suicidal thoughts or the operator of the nuclear power plant nearby. Even if they did, could they talk about it and still work? And then being unemployed, would that help their suicidal thoughts?

Suicide has taken Vietnam veterans in a number three times that of the actual combat. Here is a poem about that written by a veteran:

Veterans
(for my brothers and sisters who made it back but never returned)
-- J. Ellsworth Weaver

Veterans of the red-blooded-sand shift.
Sifting into crevasses in our souls:
the grit that grinds in the gears,
putting scratches in the plate glass mirrors
we put up in front of our lives.
BB gun holes --
minuscule on the outside
yawning open on the inside --
punctuate our faces.
Our guts held in too widely splayed fingers,
we apologize,
cleft palates lisping,
urine soaking through our already dirty jeans,
collar-button minds popping,
dropping cheap muscatel
on the white carpet of your world.
Now and again we parade our deformities
where you can gawk and then turn away.
We can pretend we are proud of those scars
so raggedly sewn together with barbed wire.
Savage clowns who ravage ourselves --
faces dead white,
noses bright neon --
we are so chilling because we are too like you:
our paint is not alien enough;
our words are almost understandable.
(We are professionals, don't try this on yourself!)
Beware our hobby horse cavalry
tarring all who fall beneath us.
We are wound and wounded clocks,
time-bombed brains,
schlepped together by military intelligence.
Can we Odysseans ever settle down back here in Ithaca?
Can the Ithaca shotguns we place so lovingly in our mouths
ever let in enough light
to reflect something off these too dark mirrors?
Oh God, the light!

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Frank Zappa (pbuhs) called it "the sport of chumps." I don't know. I know that sometimes it (or the threat of it) is used as a weapon against the living. (My daughter's mother tried it on the first Mothers Day when my daughter chose to live with me.) There can be a little "I'll show them, b@st@rds!" in the suicide's mind.

What a suicide can fail to understand is how it resonates within the family and the rest of the surrounding world. It can touch off more suicides. Rice University would have suicide seasons, right around finals, where there were people jumping off the tall tower there on campus. The whole family can be burdened with the guilt of the death for a generation or more.

I am not condemning suicide, just commenting on it. The rise in elderly suicide is sadly understandable when one has to sell everything to cope with one illness. Loneliness and the failure of the body, constant pain are things I understand firsthand.

When I get in a downward spiral I try to find someone who needs something I can do or provide and do that for them. Helping others, even answering questions here, seems to make things a bit brighter.

Hope this answers your question, albeit indirectly.

Answer 2

I have felt that way many times.I have given it a try 8 times...seldom wound up in hospital...just inept I guess. But I have come to realize that there must be a reason I don't get the job done. After all, it's not up to me to decide when my time is up.

Answer 3

Yep. you're fortunate to stay in such an accepting place. In my adventure, it rather is surprisingly easy. regularly because of the fact mom and father basically disown their little ones, acquaintances get weirded out and picture you're hitting on them. it rather is weird and wonderful. i do no longer understand the information yet i does no longer be shocked by potential of that actuality. And for the record, i do no longer think of your instructor become too out of line, it rather is not like being gay made the dudes off themselves.

Answer 4

Everyone gets depressed sometimes but suicide is not the answer

Please see a counselor

Answer 5

Nope, I have to much to live for. I won the lottery. Yipee.