IS SUICIDE REALLY PAINLESS ? Part 2
Continued from Part 1 https://williamlingram.com/2020/10/02/is-suicide-really-painless-part-1/
Is suicide a selfish act? In many ways it is, but easy answers elude us. Torment by personal demons, or a public scandal and shame, can plunge anyone into the depths of depression and even suicidal thoughts. People in custodial care, or those under arrest for a heinous act, are often put under suicide watch. Caring people, know that time can be an ally in their eventual recovery, and seek to protect them from doing harm to themselves.
Faith in God, or a strong religious belief that stresses moral behavior, is often a guiding light to desperate souls searching for a reason to continue living in a world they no longer find joy in. Good religion can also be good psychology when enlightened practitioners use faith, in a loving and approachable God, as an aid in coping with stress and conflict.
Some callously accuse those who attempt or succeed at suicide of being weak-minded. Though there may be validity to such a charge it is unknowable in the aftermath of death, and completely useless in dealing with those who are also suffering from the guilt and shame of attempted suicide! The belief that taunting a potential suicidal person is a type of “tough love” is foolish. Daring a person who is threatening suicide is wrong!
In my memoir, Finding Heaven In The Dark, I recount how I feared that I was on a suicidal path already traveled by my birth father, who I never knew. Please see the excerpt below:
CHAPTER 4 ALTERED STATE
Dark Daze (page 77) My dark moods troubled me, but I was helpless. They descended on me like fog. I could see parts of myself that were like my mother. These traits were reflected in my loquaciousness, friendly banter, and dry wit that left people surprised and laughing. Though I knew my mother’s mood swings could be sudden and treacherous, I was also dealing with a part of myself that I didn’t understand.
My mother said that my father was a moody loner who had died from a drug overdose. That fact was all I had. I was afraid to ask for more information. Once in a while, I’d catch myself wondering what he was like. How did he sound and move? How personable and engaging was he? Then, I’d get a chill when I thought of the demons that must have tormented him. He died of a drug overdose! Wasn’t that really suicide? What if he gave in to the impulse to stop the tormenters and escape his demons with a little extra dose of whatever he was using? What if those same demons were here for me?
It is not natural or painless to end ones life. Some people never entertain such thoughts and have difficulty understanding any who do. Our reflex impulse is always to discourage such thoughts if suspected or mentioned, because we care enough to know that what seems unbearable at any given time, will soon pass.
To Be Continued in Part 3