By Carol Loehr —
Our son Keith was 29 years old when he decided to end his life. Keith’s death was a suicide. But it was not a choice.
Suicide is a frightening word, and it is not only ignorance but fear and stigma that keep people from understanding why someone would take their life. In a way, it is easy to think that a person made a “choice.” Then we don’t have to spend time discovering that this might not be true.
The definition of “choice” is “the freedom in choosing, both in the way one chooses and in the number of possibilities from which to choose.” In a presuicidal state, an individual is overwhelmed by the situation he or she is in. The person suffers extreme mental anguish and a sense of hopelessness. The person’s judgement is distorted. Generally, the person wants to kill the pain, not himself or herself.
John T. Maltsberger, M.D., past president of the American Association of Suicidology, and a teacher at Harvard Medical School, says: “There is no suffering greater than that which drives people to suicide; suicide defines the moment in which mental pain exceeds the human capacity to bear it. It represents the abandonment of hope.”
Suicide is the eighth leading cause of death in the U.S. and the second leading cause of death for those ages 25-34. About 30,000 of the 650,000 Americans who attempt suicide each year die. Suicide is almost always the result of an illness of the brain, depression.
Our son Keith died by suicide, and we can only imagine the horrible mental torture he endured. Depression is one of the most terrible and pervasive illnesses of our day. In 1999, the Surgeon General of the United States listed suicide as a national public crisis. In order to overcome this crisis, we must educate ourselves and each other, and not let these stereotypes persist.
Copyright 2008 by Carol Loehr
Tags: anger, Depression, grief, hope
I have just come to realise I have no future… I do not mean I have no hope and I do have a tommarrow… but since the suicide of my eldist daughter, i live day to day, and when I try to think forward in time, I can’t invision a future much past the month after the one I am in… Finding the future, would be finding hope… how, and when will I find it…
Emmett,
I am so sorry about the death of your precious daughter. After my son died in 2005 from a drug overdose, I found the weight of grief to be so heavy that I could not imagine a future either. I still think of my son and I still miss him dearly each day, but the pain has become more manageable. As the deep anguish eased I began to see a little light of hope in our future. I am learning to carry the pain of losing him and the joy of my love for him in the same heart.
Although we share the grief journey, each of us must find our own path along the way so be patient with yourself. Remember we hurt so much because we love so much. Now as I remember my son, I think about all the love and good times. My focus is not on his struggles and death.
Just as the we trust the sun to be in its place even on a cloudy day, trust that your future is out there even when you cannot see it.
Gentle Hugs,
Debra Reagan
http://www.clint-reagan.memory-of.com
Dear Keith, I am so sorry about your daughter. Our son died two months ago of a drug overdose. Your expressed the way I feel “right on.” I agree with you 100%, when your say “Finding the future would be finding hop…how, and when will I find it…?
I have no answer to your questions; I only wish I did, I feel like i want to die.
Carol