actually, you know what
don’t commit suicide because “people would miss you” and “everyone would blame themselves”
don’t commit suicide, for yourself, because you’re fucking awesome and you’re gonna be really fucking happy some day and if you commit suicide you’re never going to get to realize what it’s like to be completely in love with your life and yourself
you deserve to be alive for you, not for anyone else
This is nice in theory
But if you’ve ever been suicidal, the fact that you don’t believe in or care about or even like yourself can be a huge factor in why you want to commit suicide in the first place. And as much as the latter statement is true -- you should stay alive because you matter, you’re awesome, and your problems are absolutely solvable -- it doesn’t always help to hear that in a time of crisis.
Because all you hear is lies. Even though they’re truths. You hear lies. Lies that you think are only said to prevent you from committing suicide. Which you desperately want to do.
When you’re depressed to a suicidal degree it can be impossible to believe you’re worth the air you’re breathing, let alone worth a whole life and recovery.
And if I can’t be frank, one of the only things that has consistently brought me back from similarly dangerous places, is the thought of my family and friends in mourning. The thought of how angry and devastated and guilty they would feel.
However, I’m privileged in that I have a very supportive family and wonderful friends. And I know that’s a privilege many people don’t have.
So for them, you’re right, the encouragement of a stranger to hold on for a life outside of that darkness, because they’re worth it, might be more effective.
Everyone is different and everyone experiences mental illness differently, no matter the diagnosis.
I think the important thing, regardless of how this happens, is that suicidal individuals find that reason to live. No matter what it is or what form it takes.
Because there are so. many. reasons.
For some it might be for family and friends.
For some it might be for themselves.
For others it might be for a perfect fall afternoon, when the sun is high and warm against the fading trees, but the wind is crisp and cool.
Or the first bite into a perfectly ripe nectarine.
Or the next installment in a beloved movie franchise.
Or the kindness of a grocery store cashier.
It isn’t about longevity when you’re looking for a reason not to die. Yes, eventually the goal is to recover, to cope, to live for yourself -- but when you’re beyond hope? Anything to sustain you, anything at all, is what is vital.
It’s not about what you find -- it’s that you keep looking.