It's been on my mind an awful lot lately and the way we as a society approach suicide is pretty fucked up.
We chastise people for bringing it up at all. The conventional thought is that anyone who talks about wanting to kill themselves but has yet to actually follow through is just looking for attention. As a society we scorn that, whether the person's motive was to seek attention or simply to try to work through their suicidal tendencies. So instead of being able to actively discuss their feelings, the person has to deal with this social stigma. But here's the thing, not being able to talk about suicide means people have to bottle it all up and let the impulse and underlying causes continue to fester. Without an outlet for it, the problem just compounds upon itself until eventually the person breaks down and makes good on those suicidal impulses. Once that happens the tune changes to scorning the dead for being selfish or cowardly. It's a laughable response really. It takes a lot to push a person to consider suicide as an option and even more to build up the resolve to actually go through with it. Suicide as I see it is a path to relief from unbearable agony. Humans are for the most part fairly resilient creatures. We can endure a lot of pain both physically and emotionally, but there's always a breaking point and it isn't necessarily the same for everyone. Most of the reason we're able to endure pain is because it is fleeting. Tremendous pain can be endured because it is fleeting. A sustained moderate pain can be adapted to. When the tremendous and unbearable pain becomes sustained, one's ability to endure steadily erodes until eventually the person breaks. On a very basic level we are wired to avoid pain, so when it gets past a certain point and there are no other options for relieving that pain, death becomes the last and only path to peace. It's not an easy choice to arrive at, and the willpower required to act on it is nothing short of phenomenal. Yet society scorns it as the actions of a weak willed individual who gave up. It's not giving up, it's being pro-active in carving a path to a solution to one's own ordeal. Giving up is just continuing to live for the sake of continuing to live because taking one's own life is too difficult. We have this twisted notion of suicide being inherently wrong. We think the suicidal person owes it to the rest of us to continue living, but we never stop to give consideration of why they want out. Does that person really owe us so much that they ought to continue existing in a state of tortured agony just because we would miss them? Is that really what's best for them? Not everything that brings on suicidal urges has an actual solution either. It's all well and good to say the person just needs to work through things, but what do you do when part of the equation is beyond the control of that person? There's a limit to what each of us can endure before we break.
We chastise people for bringing it up at all. The conventional thought is that anyone who talks about wanting to kill themselves but has yet to actually follow through is just looking for attention. As a society we scorn that, whether the person's motive was to seek attention or simply to try to work through their suicidal tendencies. So instead of being able to actively discuss their feelings, the person has to deal with this social stigma. But here's the thing, not being able to talk about suicide means people have to bottle it all up and let the impulse and underlying causes continue to fester. Without an outlet for it, the problem just compounds upon itself until eventually the person breaks down and makes good on those suicidal impulses. Once that happens the tune changes to scorning the dead for being selfish or cowardly. It's a laughable response really. It takes a lot to push a person to consider suicide as an option and even more to build up the resolve to actually go through with it. Suicide as I see it is a path to relief from unbearable agony. Humans are for the most part fairly resilient creatures. We can endure a lot of pain both physically and emotionally, but there's always a breaking point and it isn't necessarily the same for everyone. Most of the reason we're able to endure pain is because it is fleeting. Tremendous pain can be endured because it is fleeting. A sustained moderate pain can be adapted to. When the tremendous and unbearable pain becomes sustained, one's ability to endure steadily erodes until eventually the person breaks. On a very basic level we are wired to avoid pain, so when it gets past a certain point and there are no other options for relieving that pain, death becomes the last and only path to peace. It's not an easy choice to arrive at, and the willpower required to act on it is nothing short of phenomenal. Yet society scorns it as the actions of a weak willed individual who gave up. It's not giving up, it's being pro-active in carving a path to a solution to one's own ordeal. Giving up is just continuing to live for the sake of continuing to live because taking one's own life is too difficult. We have this twisted notion of suicide being inherently wrong. We think the suicidal person owes it to the rest of us to continue living, but we never stop to give consideration of why they want out. Does that person really owe us so much that they ought to continue existing in a state of tortured agony just because we would miss them? Is that really what's best for them? Not everything that brings on suicidal urges has an actual solution either. It's all well and good to say the person just needs to work through things, but what do you do when part of the equation is beyond the control of that person? There's a limit to what each of us can endure before we break.
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