Why Depressed People Don’t Kill Themselves
Many people with bipolar depression are suicidal. Not all, of course, but many. Most people with bipolar depression, in fact, most people who are suicidal, do not kill themselves though. In fact, you can live with suicidality for years without ever killing yourself or even attempting to kill yourself.
And while people stay alive for many reasons, I have my own reasons for not killing myself.
Staying Alive While Suicidal
People have different reasons for surviving with suicidal bipolar depression and I have no desire to take away any of those reasons. One I hear frequently is children. People don’t want to die because they know the effect it would have on their children. This is a pretty good reason not to kill yourself; I’d say.
But other people don’t commit suicide for other reasons. While it may seem odd to some, some people stay alive for their pets. Or family members. Or friends. Or fear of the after-life. Or just plain, old-fashioned hope. There is no shortage of reasons not to kill yourself.
Why I Haven’t Killed Myself During Bipolar Depression?
But the question people ask me frequently is, “why haven’t you just killed yourself?” Their point, and it’s a good one, is if I’ve spent years of my life suicidal, what is keeping me alive?
Staying Alive With Suicidal Bipolar Depression
I believe that humans have an innate, biological drive to survive. In fact all life does. Life exists to propagate life. It’s why people have kids. It’s why plants have seeds. It’s why humans don’t eat their whiny, leaking, screaming, inconvenient young. If we didn’t, we would all just kill ourselves when life got too hard. But we don’t. The vast majority of us never even attempt suicide.
I tend to picture this like a candle flame. It seems that no matter how much you blow on it, the candle insists on flickering away, no matter what. And it’s why so many people who have failed at a suicide attempt are grateful to still be here. They find their candle. It’s still lit. Even though they thought it wasn’t.
Life is a Game, Love
It is my opinion that life is very much like a giant game of checkers. We move the pieces as does an invisible opponent. Sometimes things are going very badly for us and sometimes we’re runaway winners. But we are not the game. The game is not us.
But sometimes we get so wrapped up in the game it feels like winning and losing is the only thing that matters. Sometimes we can’t separate ourselves from the pieces. Sometimes it feels like the losses experienced in the game stab us in the heart.
Suicide, though, is like acting like a two-year-old. It’s like picking up the board and throwing it across the room. Very few people will pick up the checkerboard and throw it across the room no matter how badly the game is going.
The Separation of Reality and Life
So if life is a game, and reality is so much bigger than that, then that separation can help us live. We can try to remember that the pain that feels so incredibly, horrifically real is really happening to a little piece of plastic. We’re bigger than the pain. We’re bigger than the game.
If I try to remember that, then I can find a reason to live. I can see that no matter what, the game can turn around. I can see that picking up the board and throwing it across the room is not the reasonable thing to do. I can see that life has meaning beyond the pain.
Avoiding Suicide Even During Bipolar Depression
I’m not suggesting that this line of thought will help everyone. I’m suggesting that it helps me. I’m suggesting that remembering that life is bigger than the pain and that we all have the drive to survive is something that can keep you alive from day-to-day. I can’t promise it will lessen the pain, but I can say that a perspective change can keep you alive. And that matters. Because the game will change and you should be there to see it.
I want to die. I’ve tried many times, most of which ended in horrible failure, and/or punishment. I’ve given up putting myself in pain, because I physically, hardly feel it anymore. I’ve gone through therapy, been on a menagerie of medications, and here I am, worse for ware with even more fucked up brain chemistry. As for religion, I started out catholic, but god and I turned our backs on one another, a long time ago.
I want to die, as we speak. I woke up this morning with the smell of burning flesh in my nose, and could feel myself burning in my dreams. Fire is my favoured method now. A very cleansing way to go.
I’m not going to feed you a pack of lies–I just hope my story might help someone else.
I come from a broken home, riddled with physical and emotional abuse–became a casual drinker at 13, turned to drugs at 14. I’ve run away, and my first suicide attempt was when I was 8 years old. There are few worse feelings than waking up the next morning after an attempt. After a few more attempts, a long series of therapies and medications were jammed down my throat, until eventually I was committed. At that point, I had put my family
enough, and then began executing a mission to disappear so I could finally do what needs done.
There is one small problem. I’m in a decent relationship. She loves me, and I, her. Love hurts more than any other feeling I have ever come across. Mostly because I know that she is becoming more and more like me, every single day. I can’t tell her that this is how I feel, nor could I begin to tell her why. Even if I could, she’d never understand.
I’m running out of ideas, and it’s only getting worse. I cannot go a day without feeling like I want to die. I shouldn’t. I’m a brilliant man, with good ideals and philosophies. I try and do good things for my community, but here I am.
So, basically. I am tired of being tired. I want to feel again, and I want only to atone for my sins. But I’m afraid it is too late. Thank you.
I lost my brother to suicide and it broke my heart that I could not help him.now years later,all I can think about is doing the same even though I have a husband, children and a family who love me. I feel so broken an unable to be fixed I have been thinking of killing myself every day. Not to be selfish or cowardly but believe that a life of me in my complete unless state where I can’t function properly is worse than if I could set them free. The only reason I haven’t tried it yet is the thought of it not working
Having read all your comments on not commiting suicide because of the hurt you would leave behind,i have to say that i feel that my family are already hurt from having to deal with my depression daily.I am 53 and have suffered with depression most of my life.Things got worse when i lost my son to cancer and having had counselling and antidepressants in the past,i can say that nothing has helped.I think about suicide all the time and feel that people would be better off without me.
I really got disgusted when you said being suicidal is acting like a two year old giving up and having a tantrum. Okay well if youre going to tell people who are sucidal that theyre acting childish then i think youre going to make the situation worse. This may work for you but it affected me negatively and im sure others as well… Also saying that all this pain happens to a piece of plastic? Okay so i guess a piece of plastic lost my two children from miscarriages and above and beyond right
.. Not.
Its Good to hear all speak in such a community way…all that are thinking of such thoughts should not be left alone all should have someone they can talk to…..
You are given this disease because you have the strength to deal with it…..
I have lived in hell for past few years , but my family do not deserve to go through this pain. When you are close to taking your life think of your love ones and ask yourself can I bear this pain more than them. Because all you are doing is giving your pain to them.
I have had suicidal thoughts since I was 12 I’m 44 now. Ididnt as a teen because I didn’t want to hurt my parents then I was afraid of what is “the after life” now it’s only my kids keeping me here…and sometimes I hate them for that. I was recently hospitalised for the first time for 5 days because its getting so hard to fight the feeling and made the mistake of saying that to the wrong person. I feel now all I have to do is wait abt 3 years when they are grown and on their own. Everyone has always told me it gets better but life has sucked for over 40 years. I’ve been in therapy for years and tried many meds, I just can’t get past my childhood, feeling sad alone helpless…I could make it look accidental I never want to hurt my boys but I so want to just not exist anymore and I really doubt life will feel better in a few years. I really can’t wait for it to be over.
This resonates so much – I have tried to explain it to people many times. I am in my 40s, without children, but have lived with Bipolar II for over 30 years. “Why are you not dead yet?”. Because there are friends and family whio would be hurt by my dying. Sometimes I curse them, as I want to be let go.
I haven’t killed myself because I literally dont have the energy too. Is this the bottom as bad as it gets?? I’m only 23, there’s no way I could do another 5 years+ I have a daughter who would be better off she used to be my excuse to stay alive now I just think she would be better off with out me.
Your daughter loves you even if you don’t think so yourself or if it doesn’t seem like it at ‘face value’.
I find keeping busy helps me a lot and doing exercise greatly improves my mood. I have started working on my car and I go into my own little world when doing that. I used to build computers and bikes too which helped.
Just find something that interests you and keep up with it. Try not to fond something that you can give up easily. The reason I chose cars is because if I don’t finish what I’m doing on it I won’t be able to drive anywhere :)
Yes, you are at the bottom – that’s as bad as it gets. You don’t have the energy to kill yourself. If you are taking an antidepressant you need to be extra careful when you start to perk up a bit, and have more energy. That can be the most dangerous suicidal phase for many. Lkarky, I am in my 60’s. There was a time in my 30’s when I also looked at my young sons, and started to believe they would be better off without me too. I was very, very wrong. My brain was so tired of fighting BP depression that it was trying to trick me into believing that. It was a stupid thing to think. My husband could have replaced me, but no other woman would have ever loved my sons the way I do. No one would have invested the time & energy into their growth, development and happiness. And the fun – you don’t feel it now, but there is so much joy, and just plain fun in raising children. You’ll get there – you know it takes time. But life really can be enjoyable again for you.
Your daughter is a very important reason to stay alive. Cling to that if that’s what pulls you through. Hang in there for her, and for yourself.
It is 2:30am and I couldn’t sleep because I was crying and thinking about ways to kill myself. I really really needed to read why I shouldn’t do it, when I stumbled across this article. I just read all the comments and feel so much better now. I cannot thank you all enough.
I haven’t been diagnosed and don’t take meds or anything but I am 110% sure I have depression and have had it for years (at least 6). One of my close friends keeps telling me I need to go to the doctors and get prescribed meds but I really just can’t be bothered. I know it’d help though, it’s just as if my brain wants me to feel the pain. I hate it. It is the worst thing in the whole world and I would trade anything to be ‘better’. My mind is always cloudy, I can barely make decisions (if at all most of the time), I can’t think, I don’t want to do anything. The only thing that gets me through the day is fear of letting people down.
My father has depression and has tried killing himself before. I have only tried once but my body seemed to stop itself (just before stabbing a knife into my chest).
Thank you all again for your comments, and Natalie for the article.
” I have only tried once but my body seemed to stop itself (just before stabbing a knife into my chest). ”
What a coincidence – exactly the same happened to me – the knife to the chest part and I couldn’t do it! That was over 40 years ago. I’m still here! Hang in there long enough and things will pick up for you eventually. It’s just sometimes it takes time, but there is light at the end of the tunnel – you just can’t see it yet. :)
For me life has been one of severe ups and downs. I have bipolar depression. Until recent years I’ve found ways to deal with it. I apologize if this comes off a bit whiney. A friend of mine was murdered over his ex wife, my mom died following that my step father committed suicide. Through each of these events in my life I’ve found ways to cope. Some healthy. Such as confronting the issue and doing the best I could to rationally solve the problem at hand, some not so healthy like ignoring the issues by staying busy. As of late however I’m starting to feel very frustrated. It feels like I’m basically being kicked while I’m already dowp. That I move through life going one step forward, two steps backwards. Yes eventually I manage to at least get back to where I feel I should be only to have the cycle start anew. Over time I have learned copeing skills, but it feels like that’s all I end up doing to the point I’m emotionally and mentally exhausted. Thanks for figuratively lending an ear.
My life is in shambles and I don’t want to live it anymore. I am a mother of three and I’ve been battling bipolar depression for over 15 years. I started becoming suicidal at 10 I’ve done good the past few years but last week everything fell to crap! I’ve been depressed moody I broke up with my bf I’m wanting to send my children off to their dads homes so I can be alone. Maybe I’m over whelmed as a stay at home mom. Most likely not. I just want to be rid of these feelings and leave this horrible earth already!
I hate my life.
I mean well.
Love my daughter. I’m sure many can relate
Love my bitch wife. But hate her
Thank u for your time.
I haven’t been diagnosed as BP, but am suicidal and have been for years. It’s too long to tell, but I let my life get into a situation where it becomes worse and worse and is actually out of my control (legal issues, etc.). The only reason I’m still alive is my cat because of what will happen to him if I’m gone. He was severely abused when he was young and I am the only person in the world he is ok with. He has PTSD which might sound silly to some people when talking about a cat, but he does. If I go without him, I can’t bear to think of the police coming in and catching him with a net/rope and putting him in the shelter. We are alone so that’s what would happen to him. I thought about trying [moderated] and both of us going together, but the thought of it failing is too much also and so I keep living day after day so that he won’t suffer. (More than he does living with someone who almost never stops crying and has worsening PTSD myself).
I am BP type 2, and have attempted suicide twice.
I am an incredibly strong person in that I have always been the one with the most positive outlook from a bad situation. I have survived horrific bullying from everybody at my school and from my unstable mother at home – this went on all through high school. The bullying was present because another student made up a lie/rumor about me and spread it around.
I recently got out of hospital for my second attempt. Only this time, I let people know I was on my way to killing myself. While 90% of me desperately wanted to die, part of me held onto that possibility of actually feeling WELL one day. Actually not being the VICTIM one day.
So I went to hospital, withdrew from alcohol.. well… I still am, actually.
But I am TRYING to make the right decisions so I can be happy. I am now taking my medication again, I have reached out to my support system and as a result I no longer feel alone or without friends. When you let people know just how badly you TRULY feel, the will fight to keep you alive.
A thing to remember with bp is no matter how bad you feel, one day sooner or later you’ll feel incredibly again.
With every breath we are different. Do not let bad habits, your past, or unhealthy ways of thinking lead you to make a permanent decision.
Over time, REINVENT YOURSELF.
It’s good you decided to ditch the alcohol. It’s a depressant (so are the benzos). The last things we need is something that increases depression.
just have another beer and call it a day, and hit the saCK
I am alive because I have allowed myself to live another day.
I’m bipolar and want to die I can’t do shit right can’t please myself or anyone else…… I need help!!!!
S – I do a lot wrong too. In fact I feel pretty worthless right now too. I make more mistakes than anybody I know. I chalk it up to being bipolar. I feel this way now but in another couple weeks I my feel different. I just try to make it until then. What’s wrong?
Hi. Would love to talk. In a very bad lace today. Hope your better today.
NOBODY EVER DOES ANYTHING RIGHT. nobody. even in the perfect sense, things go really wrong– the gun won’t fire, something jambs, shit happens. you’re stuck, we’re all stuck. No money. no job, no future, depressed as all get out, choking on a piece of meat…. good people go, losers can’t. You could jump off hoover dam and a gust of wind would put to right back where you were. people that are earnest in their details and plans, then have to deal with murphy’s law; nothing ever goes as planned. Plus there’s no way out,. ever. It sucks!!!! misery is misearable. Good people are the first to go. Miserablke people stay miserable. In essence, you remain stuck in a closet and there’s no other way thaT TO DEAL WITH REALITY. Believe you me!!
I have been battling depression for year’s but it was always an occasional thought here and there. I have battled drug addiction, alcohol addiction. I have committed one crime when I was 17 and paid dearly for it 6 years of my life. When I was in prison I never really thought of suicide but I did battle depression. I lost my own sister to suicide while I was locked up she was my only sibling and we were very close. I came out of prison with a strong will to do better and the first year I was out I met my wife and we are still married, but how I do not know. I quit drinking about 6 years ago and which was my first suicide attempt. I will checked myself into a hospital and got help. I came out drug and alcohol and stress free. My biggest relief for my depression was playing the guitar and I was very good really good, it was something I learned my first 3 months out of prison. When I was depressed I could pick up my guitar and play 20 or 30 minutes and be fine. But I was involved in an injury at work and 3 of my fingers were ripped off at work, I still remember the first thought in my head was “oh no” thinking about my guitar. I got really depressed over the next couple of years also I was on very strong pain meds for a few months when I lost my fingers. which led me back to my opiate addiction. I started seeing a psychiatrist and he also helped with the addition. I was diagnosed bi polar. Roughly 2 years after my accident I had started my own company and was contracting. It was a small company which is was just me and a couple of guys I hired. The job replacing floors in a particular department store across the United States. Well I had a problem with one of the guys and had some words and I had rented a small apartment for us to stay in well when I went to sleep that night he came into my room and stabbed me 3 times in the face unfortunately I lived because at that moment in my life I was growing more depressed with an occasional thought here and there. Anyway I pulled through but lost my left eye. Now I over the next few months I became very insecure about my personal appearance still am. I became jealous and very depressed and had consumed my thoughts so much. My wife said she couldn’t do it anymore and wanted a divorce. 14 years. She said she didn’t love me no more. I was just tired at the point and even with the thought of my two daughters I tried taking my life with a bunch klonapine. I remember this much that I tried blocking my daughter’s from my mind at the time and but the thought of them keep getting through so like 15 minutes after I took the pills I tried throwing them up, but it was too late for that I think, I was in the hospital icu for 3 days had a heart attack. I was then put into a hospital for the incident. I got help and was put on abilify and I got over everything and saved my marriage. Now I have since then fell back into depression and a very deep one. Some days are worse than some and have found myself back to thinking very strongly of committing suicide again, so much to the fact that I have it all planned out and ready, but I keep seeing one of my daughter’s faces every time I want to pull the trigger. I am consumed by so much pain in my head that I don’t want to talk to no one I have told no one and I don’t want too. I can’t sleep I have been up for days came across this website and just wanted to share what I feel. I rarely do this but after reading I said ok, if it was meant to be then it will have to happen through here because this is as far as I will tell anyone. I am really close to never having to ever worry again. The pain is horrendous. How can our heads be like this. I hate this. It’s hard to keep living this way. I don’t want to ask for help. I feel all I’m gonna do is cause more pain later on better to do it now than later.
(In response to Tom) I responded on Saturday when you posted but my comment was never approved. Some days, all I want is to die. Other days, I want to take over the world. The back and forth is exhausting, I really really know. My husband doesn’t want to be with me after 10 years because of the toll this disorder has taken on our marriage. I’m going through similar circumstances. I don’t know if this helps, but right now I’m not wanting to be around anyone but I am talking to them online & via phone. I’m telling people closest to me about my disorder for the first time. If they judge me or blow me off, I’m not talking to them at all. I’m weeding out people I put pressure on myself to impress. I need people who are only supportive of me within talking distance. Telling people has been liberating. I’m being the person I’ve trying to change for so long. I’m wearing ear phones in the grocery store and singing out loud because if helps tune out the crazy thoughts when I’m walking through the store alone. I’m getting on my bike when I feel the most down. I’m just trying to make myself do anything that makes me not sad. Not aiming for happy because nothing really makes me happy right now, but “Not sad” is my goal. Do anything you want to do as long as it is legal, and doesn’t hurt you or anybody else. That’s what I’m doing. I bet you are the strongest person anyone around you knows. I bet you are the best outside the box thinker anyone knows. Bipolar disorder sucks, BELIEVE me I know. BUT! It does give us an edge that other people don’t have. Only problem is that sometimes we want to jump off that edge. I’ve been ridding my life of pressure from myself to me expectations that I set based on what other people think. I hope that made sense.
I’m laying across my bed wondering how I got here. Then I remember that I’very been here at least 3 or 4 times a year since I was 21. I’m just tired…my kids are the ONLY reason I’m still here. If I could just go away knowing they’d be fine, then I’d go. My brothers would hurt badly as well aND they have so much going on that I’d to interrupt they’re lives with my nonsense. I’m so tired. My kids are seeming like less and less of a reason to stay as the pain is worse with every depression. My husband says I’ll be fine with or without him because he’s tired of dealing with the disorder & we are currently separated. Truth is that I’m tired of dealing with myself.
(In response to Doesn’t Matter ) I am not the biggest spiritual person but I am living every word u typed. I love my children with everything in me but its like at this point they dont even want to bothered with me. They always want to leave me, I try so hard to get myself together. It’s been the same thing since I was 14 , every depression as you said gets harder to defeat. I really hope were can get over this. Cutting and burning doesn’t even make me feel better anymore. I don’t know where hope it but I hope it finds us both
Hi Natasha, reading the comments has been a huge eye opener for me. I thought I was just this crazy person. I hate that word. Basically, I have not been officially diagnosed but I know that I am bipolar. I am switching shrinks after a year. The reason I did not switch earlier is because the children’s aid society has been involved in my life and I was afraid to switch doctors. I didn’t want them to judge me and say, oh she’s unstable. I have lost everything because of this illness. I have attempted suicide about 8 times in the last few years, been hospitalized so many times, my job has been on hold for 2 years, I’m on disability, marriage is over and I barely see my 6 year old son. I am living with my brother, his wife and her teenage sons. They have had enough with me and my illness. My family is severely abusive and I have not spoken to them in over a year, except my brother. Most days if not all days, I am in tremendous pain, wanting to die every day, I cry every single day, sometimes hysterically, I threaten to go to the hospital at least once a week. My supports are pretty much disappearing, if I don’t get the diagnosis, meds and supports in place, I am afraid I will ‘do it’. The only reason I have not succeeded is because of my son. I am still hoping that I will be in his life again, but when, where, how? I don’t know. This blog has been so amazing to read, I don’t feel so alone. But at this moment I feel clear headed, but any minute I could be in severe anguish. Any comments, suggestions or support would be much appreciated. Thanks :)
I’m reading the touching stories here and wondering if those suffering are taking “vitamin L,” lithium, which can do a lot of good when it comes to smoothing out the ups and downs, making them more tolerable, less disruptive and not as exhausting.
I’m 17 years old and I think your website saved my life.
Maybe not tonight or tomorrow or a month from now.. but I now know that I am not the only person fighting these demon. I was diagnosed with BP at thirteen after a brief stint with anorexia. Neither of my parents are bipolar, nor is my brother. I have tried killing myself three times. I am first in my class. I have a full scholarship to my dream school. I hostess, make great money, and have a side modeling career. But between the BP and chronic depression and anxiety..I have always felt worthless and sad, and crazy. I am forever called crazy. I hate that word. I don’t know what I’m getting at.. but thank you. You saved my life. My mom won’t ever have to bury me because ofmy actions. I’ll see my brother graduate. I’ll graduate. I’ll have children. You unintentionally performed a miracle that countless therapists and psychiatrists could not. I finally feel understood.
God speed to anyone who is feeling this at the moment. I’m feeling it a lot, on off, one day to the next.
Suicide isn’t a coward’s way out, but it is a real shame when people do kill themselves. My best friend’s did a couple of weeks ago. no one knew she was feeling that bad, and it made me weep for her, as i know exactly the sort of terrifying state she must have been in to make that decision. You have to respect the decision of the person, but then do remember this, which has helped me though – you have to properly set out to screw life over, as other wise it will screw you. Don’t kill yourself because you’re ill – stay alive as a way of saying “F**K YOU” to all the mental health professionals who should be doing their jobs, to all the people who beat you down, and most importantly, as a mAssive “F**K YOU” to your brain for putting you through this shit. I’m suicidal most weeks, every other day, but if i did kill myself, then that would let the mental health networks in the UK wash their hands of me. They’re so, so rubbish over here, and the last thing they want to do is actually take the time to try and cure somebody as it costs so much money. So i’m going to stay alive purely to challenge them and hold them accountable. It is my duty to do this for all the friends I’ve lost to this horrific illness. Don’t get sad get f**king angry!!! I have days where i can’t move, because I’m seizing from psychogenic non epileptic seizures, or because I’m having ptsd flashbacks, or because I’m recalling all of the abuse and assaults in my past. But if I give up then those bastards have won. And I am incredibly competitive and always like to see the underdog and the morally right prevail over those who are just evil (rapists abusers and just plain assholes). GOOD LUCK EVERYONE. STAY STRONG. YOU ARE SO MUCH STRONGER THAN THE AVERAGE HUMAN BEING WHO DOESN’T HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THIS ILLNESS. WEAR YOUR STRENGTH LIKE A BADGE OF PRIDE, WEAR IT EVERYDAY, TAKE IT AS A MARK OF HONOUR THAT YOU HAVE SURVIVED THIS LONG AND WILL CONTINUE TO KEEP FIGHTING AND DON’T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN.
sorry, that should have said that it was my best friend’s mum who committed suicide, not best friend….it’s a tragedy.
I suffer real Epileptic seizures and the physical and emotional trauma that follows. This, along with the side effects from the strong medication I take, has left me drained, unpredictable and self destructive. My preferred exit strategies have been cuts and pills to date, though both have proved ineffective. It seems I can’t even get that right.
how dare anyone say that killing themselves is a cowards way out. I’ve been on meds for as long as I can remember, and also been in and out of hospitals many times.Their have been days that the depression and the pain has been so deep that I couldn’t move. I’ve said that I wouldn’t do it because of my kids and my pets. But the night I did try it my kids and pets didn’t didn’t come into my mind. All that I saw was their wasn’t a tomorrow their was just blackness, nothing. I left a note on my night stand and took a handful pf pills. but for some reason my son came to my room and dragged me out of bed, their has been times that I hoped that I would pray not to wake up the next morning but I did and just about cry because of it. I feel that I have already live 3 life times and I’m just so tired of it.
I’m hurting so bad now and would like a ticket to heaven or hell now.
Just hurts so much more just thinking of leaving my kids. :,(
I’m still alive because of my two dogs! Even though I have 3 children, grandchildren, and 2 great grandchildren, I’m so tired of living with bipolar depression. My little dogs are very old so when they die, I’ll die too. It is such a relief to know I’ll finally have PEACE! I’ve been in treatment many times and am on meds but life is getting so rough with the physical pain and not feeling loved by anyone. No one has time for me so I know I won’t be missed. When I call everyone is busy so I just see myself as a pest. They never cared enough to read or inquire about my bipolar depression so they don’t understand me. I’m not at a low spot right now; it’s just that I’ve come to the reality of how I can finally have PEACE!
reading things like this makes me feel not so crazy. im still new to this and its scary. does anybody else cry when they read things like this? I feel like im goin to hurt people close to me and they will leave me forever. I want help but I have no job and its just so hard. Natasha tracy makes me feel okay right now. I feel like these things need to be publicized more. thanks Natasha. I would like help if anybody can email me help. I just don’t have money and its sooo hard to keep a job.
Hi Gere,
I’m glad I could help.
If you’re looking for additional support, I recommend checking out a NAMI or DBSA support organization (just Google them).
Or, check out one of these support forums online: http://bipolar.answers.com/remedies/the-best-forums-for-those-living-with-bipolar
Good luck. It does get better.
– Natasha Tracy
And im 19
I often sit and think to my self how do I live threw each day.
Every day im being talked down too.. like im no good to my daughter or my family.. I always think of painless ways to end my life.. and I write letters like ima really do. But when it comes down to it I chicken out. Im always mad, sad, depressed, and I cant seem to shake it off.. I have history of depression.. and idk what else to do. Ive been on pills for it but I got off because it made me feel sick. Sometimes when I walk to places I think about of jumpin into traffic and “actidently” being hit.. and then I die. But then I stop and think I could get help.. my daughter is the only reason why im living today. But I wanna live and not cry everyday or thinking about suicide. . I wanna live freely and happy for one day!! But I dont know how.. thanks for listening
Hi Amanda,
If you’re feeling suicidal, you need to reach out. Reach out to a helpline and they can direct you for further help. There’s also a mental health services locator listed on this page: https://natashatracy.com/get-mental-illness-help/
I can understand getting off of medication if it makes you feel sick, but there are _many_ medications out there and one of them would be right for you, you just have to keep trying.
This can get better but you need to reach out first.
– Natasha Tracy
I havent killed myself because im scared thats I might live and I will be on sucide watch
READING THE STORY ABOUT THE LITTLE GIIRL AND HER BROTHER SAVED HER IN THE SNOW . What ever happend too her older brother????
I think the closest I’ve ever come to achieving death was my first suicide attempt. And at the time, I didn’t even know that’s that was what I was doing.
I was nine and had recently been told by my mother that she was giving me up. I thought it was because I was bad, because I would take change out of her purse and buy ice cream with it. Because my daddy hit her when he found out she was pregnant with me. Because no matter where I go, bad things always follow. I cried a lot and the tears were always so hot, but they slowly went away and without them, I began to feel cold, so cold all the time. And my childish logic made me think that if I was cold, if I was so bad, maybe I shouldn’t be with people. Maybe I wasn’t even a PERSON. What if I was just…ice? A little, annoying snowflake that made other people’s lives cold and miserable. Of course they wouldn’t want me around. But snow melts. Once, my mom had told me that snow falls and sleeps, waiting for the sun to give it warmth just once in its cold life, even when that warmth meant slowly melting away into nothing.
So, I decide to melt with the snow. One night, I snuck out my window and went to my favorite place on the nearby playground, where the flowers would bloom in spring and laid down to sleep, waiting for that one little bit of warmth. My brother found me hours later, almost covered in snow and not moving, not even shivering. My little body had shut down and he was barely able to get me conscious. I can remember him screaming at me. I think I asked him why he was crying because he called me a stupid little sister and started dragging me across the ground. He was almost as small as me, not nearly strong enough to carry me, but he kept dragging me and yelling until people came. I can’t really remember much after that. A siren. The sting of needle in my arm. A sharp, clean smell and voices. Lots of voices. Some were loud and angry and others were quiet, soothing. And my brother’s. His voice changed tone a lot, but it was there a lot. If I woke up and couldn’t hear his voice, I felt scared and would cry until I fell asleep again.
When I was lucid again, I found out that I’d had hypothermia and had been in the hospital for four days. There were a lot of grown ups around, always asking me questions.
Why? What? Who?
Why did you do that?
What were you thinking?
Who made you do such a thing?
I don’t think they liked my answers.
Because I’m bad.
I thought I’d sleep with the snow and slowly melt away.
No one made me. I wanted to.
A child wanting to die? They couldn’t understand it. And my mom…She kept crying and apologizing and I didn’t understand why. It wasn’t her fault I was bad. If I had just been good, everyone would be happy now. But I hadn’t been and people weren’t. When I could finally go home, my mom did everything should could to make me happy. She’d buy me toys and snacks and let me watch whatever I wanted on the television. But I wasn’t hungry and cartoons were stupid. Only my brother could cheer me up and soon, he and I didn’t even go to school anymore because my mom was trying to give us as much time together as possible until the day I left.
Leaving him was harder than leaving my mom. He’d saved my life. Not just in the snow, but long before that, when he was being beaten and starved by a cruel woman taking care of us for a few months for our mom. He protected me and took the worst of the pain on to himself. How could I leave him? How could I survive without him? They had to pull us apart and carry me on the plane because I wouldn’t stop screaming and struggling to get back to him. And him? It took my mom and an airport attendant to keep him from coming after me.
I was his little sister and he was my big brother. We were meant to grow up together.
And we both had that stolen from us.
To this day, I’ve attempted suicide two more times. Each time, the memory of him crying as he called me a stupid little sister has stopped me at the last moment. He is the reason I’m still alive and will continue trying until ever last bit of me has been broken to pieces and ground to dust…
PS The reason I haven’t killed myself yet is I’m afraid I’ll be partially conscious and choke to death on my vomit, I have no gun and don’t know how to get one, and I don’t want to leave my daughter an orphan- her dad died when she was 11 and I just can’t do that to her. I’m 58.
Natasha, I see a therapist every two weeks and a psychiatrist every two or three months(but his nurse is always available during the week). I feel very fortunate to get the care I have. But I would be one of your described people who are never ” cured”,and I get suicidal alot. It is just one of my options when I have bipolar depression.I usually have a constant low level depression but like you, I can wake up and feel that heavy, painful depression and feel so alone even when I am with friends. I have only been hospitalized twice in my life, but that is because I hang in there and have “permission” from the doc to tweak my own meds until I feel better. I have a big problem with mixed mood swings, and I have tried every psych med out there, and just can’t tolerate all but one atypical antipsychotic(Seroquel) and at the moment none of the antidepressants. We have discussed ECT but I’m holding out until I can’t stand it any more.I am really impressed and thankful for your blog. Thank you.
Thank you Natasha for writing this, I will share with my friend who has been suffering with suicidal thoughts for few months now and is very depressed. You never know what might resonate and give some comfort or help.
Hope you are well.
Helen
I’m to stubborn to kill myself – this flippen BP will not win!!! It is my life!!!!
I am sure glad tat i found your site. I finally am able to deal wit myself . I finally don’t feel ALONE
I’m still alive only because I love my chidren. They are 23, 24 and 25. I don’t want to make them suffer. So, I’m waiting. I hate life but I have to wait….10 years maybe. They will be married, with babies. I will be able to go away…and be happy at last.
Thanks, Natasha.It’s good to read you.
Why haven’t I killed my self after all that has happened I like this girl who rejected me and I want to kill myself, but I just think about her and cant do it!!!!!!! I just want to die I can never do anything right I’m always felling down, also im always getting in trouble, but I just can’t. But why?
For the life of me, I don’t know why I haven’t killed myself. Loaded gun, to the head, all I have to do is squeeze. Yet I haven’t. I am tired of this struggle; tired of convincing myself not to turn away. I have given up on all that kept me going. I am alone. I am a failure. Yet here I am, still.
Hi,
I can’t say why you haven’t killed yourself, obviously, I don’t know you, but what I can tell you is why people _don’t_ kill themselves in general.
There is a little torch inside of you that has more want to live than any of our wants to die. It’s the most delicate but tenacious, little torch. It’s what keeps people alive in the most extreme of circumstances – maybe like you are experiencing.
That being said, you don’t have to live in that horror. People can help you and it can get better. Please reach out and get help. https://natashatracy.com/get-mental-illness-help/
You deserve the best that life has to offer. You deserve to be free of what is holding you down now. Please get the help that can help you achieve that.
– Natasha Tracy
Its about having a quality of life, if your quality is too poor wouldnt you want to end it. If life was a video game I would have raged quit along time ago! Imagine no friends, or girlfriend, under-employed with non-steady work. I lost 40+ lbs and still I hardly get any views on the dating sites. Imagine putting everything you have into a project only to realize not only did it fail but failed hard.
But I did a way of coping and you need to have at least 1 positive thing in your life, for me its just working out, video games, movies and tv. You know whats funny natasha if I meet a women like you I know I could be happy. But there are times when I have nothing but pure hate, and I have to pull myself together again myself.
Someone in the comments talked about the difference in moral weight people give to elderly suicide and suicide of people with mental health problems. While it is true that I’m not likely to “die anyway” in the near future simply because I have bipolar disorder, I agree with what the commenter said…why not give the suicidal person a break if they want to let go? For all grandma knows she might go into remission tomorrow. So should we never let them off the hook either? They might have another 10 years and will delay the grieving period for everyone. Unfortunately it isn’t up to the family/friends when they will grieve over their loved one, suicide or not.
To Natasha: I think you are exaggerating the analogy of the chess game. IMO suicide is declining to continue the game when you see no further moves. It is not throwing the game across the room. I don’t think it is being childish and I think it’s wrong to ridicule people that have made that choice.
I personally would have respect for a suicidal person who can say that they know they could continue living but for reasons they have determined to be sufficient they are choosing to end their life. I am not saying that they should do this rashly or never seek out other perspectives.
I just think everyone has a right to make their own choices and if someone’s choice is to quit living, they are allowed to do so. Soldiering on is admirable and it is absolutely true that many people think they cannot continue when they really can. For those who have decided they cannot…it is ultimately for them to gauge and decide. And if they don’t want to go on, is that such a horrible stance to have?
Dare,
“Why not give the suicidal person a break if they want to let go…”
It’s not about a break. Why not give the person treatment? I have been in a place where I wanted to kill myself more times than I can count, but every time treatment has made a difference. Bipolar disorder doesn’t have to be lethal. Treatment is available and _something_ _will_ work, although it may take a lot of time to find.
Doctors have given up on me. Essentially they told me to die. They were always wrong. I’ve moved on every time.
Is wanting to die a horrible stance to have? Not horrible. Normal. But not in need of death, in need of help.
– Natasha Tracy
Natasha,
I agree that a suicidal person is in need of help, but not death. However, I have been told many times during my multiple hospitalizations that thoughts of suicide are not “natural” and are “horrible”.
i just don’t understand how trained professionals don’t get that thinking about suicide is “normal” for me. It is not that I want to die; it is just where my brain wanders to during periods of depression. I don’t want my bipolar disorder to be a fatal illness, but it doesn’t mean that I won’t have these thoughts or feelings.
I may want to throw the checker board game. But I won’t, because I hope to win the next game. There will always be a next game. And they better watch out because when I go hypomanic (and I know I will at some time) they will not stand a chance.
i havent killed myself because of my mom…
This article is my life. I’ve been hospitalized more times than I can even count for suicide attempts/plans/ideation. Ever since I was 14, and that’s only when people caught on, it had been a struggle since puberty basically. I always told someone. It was always last minute, even when I promised myself I wouldn’t say anything I would. They only saw the depression and the pills they gave me made me so much worse. I’m so thankful that I’ve made it through, I’ve learned coping strategies and have medication that actually makes me feel okay. And even then I still have bad episodes where I truly want to die. But now I have the knowledge to know to weather the storm or go somewhere safe (friends, family or hospital) you can want to die and not want to die at the same time
Thank you for this article and thank you to everyone who replied. I have had SI for as long as I can remember. I also survived 2 suicide attempts. My father in-law took his life on Monday and I’m surprised by my feelings. I’m angry. And, I feel guilty for the anger because I KNOW. I know the pain. I get it. I don’t know what else to say right now, except to thank all of you again for your comments – I’m not alone and neither are you.
There have been times I’ve thought, “I can always kill myself tomorrow.”
Sometimes procrastination is your friend.
someone who kills themselves is a coward. someone who tries to kill themselves, is self-absorbed.
harsh statements. yet, no one really looks at the fact.. the bottom line… someone wants to die and longs for it, in order to end something so intensely incinerating within their spirit.
no.. it’s not pain from cancer or pain from nerve damage. no, that would be ALMOST acceptable. Funny, how that is. Someone who has an extremely terminal and horrifically painful degression to the end, medically diagnosed… folks can ALMOST accept that person’s will to be done. Heck, there are even legal documents one can sign or have their families take over and draft up, when the one is no longer able – legally.
Yet… Bipolar pain or Major Depressive pain or schizophrenia pain… nope, not acceptable. Why? cause it’s not real, not to most, not to the majority. You can do something about it, you can turn your life around, you can think “up” instead of “down”, you need to take yourself out of yourself you self-absorbed bastard/bitch and focus on others, etc.. etc.. etc..
You must choose life because your family needs you. Family, who begrudges you – berates you – rolls their eyes when you are needing to be to yourself, or who have totally written you off as a loser and a failure. Yeah… okay, it would be heartbreaking and the damage long lasting. Same for if someone died of cancer or a heart attack, but no.. you chose this.. they didn’t chose the cancer or heart attack. Hmmm… thereby, it leads back to “it’s not real, its’ just in your head and your way of thinking.”
So… choose to live in & with the visceral excruciating pain of Bipolar depression that only a magnitude of chemically concocted harsh meds can render you near comatose to suppress… all in order to “save” the family any undue pain and distress. Or, choose to end your undue pain and distress of having to live with the visceral excruciating pain that is as real as if someone were burning you from the inside out… that only a bag of multiple colored pills could render you docile in order to suppress.
Either way… life, itself, has little importance. It’s to keep yourself around so others won’t suffer and by keeping yourself around, and the appointments – bills – pills – and ills… you cause suffering in and around those you are keeping yourself around for… cause, if they are like mine – they are oh so quick to remind you of it, each and every day.
Oh, but that’s right… I forget… it’s all in my head and I could just “think” it differently.
BTW: I struggle through those blackened days (cause really it takes so much courage NOT to that mere “normies” have no effing clue of) because if I kill myself I do believe that I will be separated from my loved ones and my God, The God, when I pass on.
Ridiculous as that may seem to many nowadays, the thought that I’d not see God or walk in the garden with Jesus – see my mom & grandparents who have long passed or the little animals I’ve lived amongst since I was 3 – or to even see my beautiful daughter grow up and what immeasurable pain i would cause for her (cause really she is the only one that matters)… just keeps me clinging to myself and rocking to and fro…. when life gets to living it every 10 minutes.
Life can be measured in mere 10 minute periods, little 10 minute hurdles to jump over… just to get where the pain subsides just a wee bit… cause even a wee bit, is a whole lot to a suicidally depressed person.
Children is the why for me? As well the hope again u nailed it. 2 days before my first psych visit sb interesting
Brilliant article but perhaps not the wisest choice of title? It’s topical and catchy, yes, but if my relative were suicidal I wouldn’t want them to read this question, and then stop reading.
~~I agree with the others, Natasha. What you are writing here is epic, and hugely comforting.
I have carried suicidal thoughts for many many years. The thought of the pain I would leave with those left behind is not something I think I can do.
When I am suicidal, I cannot do it to Them, ,,,,and that is a good thing.
If we kill ourselves, we are ending our pain, but it will be leaving a legacy of pain for those that love us.
When I can no longer carry the burden of suicidal depression, I ask for more help – sometimes I will need the hospital to keep me safe, when I cannot do that for Me.
I talk to my psychiatrist about suicide, and have learned that talking greatly discharges some of the pain. My thoughts are exposed, en plein aire, and I do not have to be ashamed. Suddenly I am not alone, and the despair can be seen and recognized as despair.
If you have chronic suicidal thoughts, you can survive them. One day at a time, one night at a time.
Pain cometh in the evenings, but joy cometh with the dawn.
the pain never leaves…..
I’m still here because my son. I don’t think he could make it without me because he is developmentally delayed and extremely clingy. When I was single though it was my cats. I know it sounds weird, but their unconditional love kept me going when they were alive. I think God put them in my life for a reason. I adopted them from my friend who had to give them up. Now that they are both gone I miss them more than I do some people. My mom had severe depression when I was little and now that she is passed away I wish she was here so I could talk to here about how she made it through bad times. She died of cancer at the age of 49. Thank you for having the courage to talk about your struggles because it really helps a lot of people.
April
Natasha this post is epic & the timing couldn’t be better, IMHO. I’m grateful that you addressed the comment saying that the person was “a coward” & that’s why they didn’t self-destruct. I am with you, that it takes INFINITELY more courage to keep on keepin’ on. The first time suicide touched my life I knew it was that person’s way of copping out. His life must have been miserable, at that time, to be sure, but EVERYONE has times that are seemingly insurmountable, and WHAT gave him the right to QUIT? That’s what I thought as a teenager and that’s pretty much what I think now. Taking away every possibility of turning the pain and misery around, is the coward’s way out. I know mental pain and I know hopelessness, but it’s not just a cliche’ that when you hit the bottom, you can only go up. Someone said “Don’t quit right before the miracle”.
I believe in reincarnation and once i had a “this might your last existence, don’t screw up” talk. THere is no way out in my belief system…. it’s merely restarting and losing all gains….
and I do remind myself I matter and i have yet to achieve some things. and as avid traveler, knowing there are places I still haven’t seen keeps me alive as well.
Luck and determination keeps me alive. Nice post Natasha.
The sole reason is b/c my parents are still alive and it would wreck their lives. No other reason.
I’m not suicidal now but when I was the one thing that held me back was the fear of dying. Not fear of death itself – that would have been most welcome, but being scared witless of the dying bit! Disembowelment? Ooooh! That could hurt a lot. Jumping under a train?How mjuch woukd that hurt? I mean, it was pain that I wanted to escape from, the pain of that state of mental anguish, so I wasn’t enthralled by the idea of causing myself more agonies,even if it were for a short moment.
This is the first time I’ve explored blogs on bipolar. And, Harry, it’s the first time I realized someone else goes through and thinks just like me. You mean I’m not the only one who thinks these crazy thoughts?
Yep! Join the club, Donna! We’re the “BP Survivors Club”, by accident or design, we’ve just about got through another year! :¬)
Hi Natasha,
One of the most perplexing things about being suicidal is this notion that you have to stay alive so everyone else will be okay. People with terminal illnesses can make the decision to stop treatment because they want the suffering to stop, and that is acceptable. They put up the “good fight”. They should be allowed to make the choice to end their suffering. If someone who is depressed, who has struggled with the inability to feel happiness and feels there is nothing to look forward to decides to end their suffering by ending their life, then that is seen as a selfish act. Childish even, as you say in your blog–throwing the game board across the room. I have talked to people who have lost loved ones to suicide and they always talk about how selfish it is. And it pisses me off.
I think in many cases bipolar disorder, or any mental illness, can be viewed as a terminal illness. I have had this diagnosis for 15 years and I certainly never expected to live this long. It is a strange comfort to me to know I can stop the depression, confusion, anxiety, hopelessness if I choose to. (This is one reason we don’t keep a handgun in the house.) I’m still here. And I put myself in the hospital this summer when I realized I was squirreling away lethal doses of my medication, thinking about who I would give my horse to, trying to prepare my husband.
The point is, it is a struggle to live this way. And for me, it is just as much a challenge as fighting any terminal illness. The difference is, if I died of cancer, no one would think I was being selfish.
Thanks for the post. I’m glad you aren’t afraid to talk about it.
I hear you, I have said many times I would rather have cancer than depression. I have been living with this probably since my teens or before. I was not diagnosied until my twenties and am now in my fifties. I just would like to wake up and have these feelings be gone. I get pissed off also when people say you are selfish. I takes a lot of guts to try suicide, I know I have tried it twice. The second time I really wanted to die.
when I’m so down, I truly wanne kill myself, but do not have the energy to do so. I’ve no thoughts about anything/anybody to keep me here, I just don’t have the strength!!!!
When I have been truly suicidal (which has only happened 2-3 times in spite of the many, many depressions I’ve had) I cannot imagine anything I could think or do would have changed my suicidality. The first time, I was interrupted by someone who I never imagined would ever seek me out to speak to little old *me*. The most recent time, I was interrupted by the cops who took me to the mental hospital for a few weeks. While there, I changed my mind, with the help of some med changes and getting angry at some people. Absent these interruptions, I believe I would not be here.
So guilt and worry about what others might feel never seems to have entered my mind; I think I was too self-involved and focused on my own pain to think outside of that little reality, or to use any of my cognitive skills to save myself.
Suicidal ideation now, that’s different: I’ve survived a million instances of that.
Hi Paul
“So guilt and worry about what others might feel never seems to have entered my mind; I think I was too self-involved and focused on my own pain to think outside of that little reality, or to use any of my cognitive skills to save myself.”
My sentiments exactly. I also suffer from SI all the time but I have learned to cope with them now.
Thanks for sharing you could not have worded it better (I can really relate).
Take care!
Hi Natasha, that is an interesting read, many years ago i asked a friend who also suffered bipolar what keeps here alive, i was suffering the depression and was treated for that at that stage but now better treated for bi polar. anyway i asked her what keeps her from doing it, knowing that she to was a smart girl and if it really was so bad we would know how to do it. scarey to think the amount of ways but yet we still fight it off…. I have lived with the notion that i would always die that way, so obviously had suicidal tendencies for many years, tried overdose a few times and when i finally was put on the right meds for me i actually had to give them to someone else untill i was more stable, so that they could give me enough for a week but not access to them all. … yeah the darkness really does take control and it really is just a matter of trying to find ways to not want to end it, which is become part and parcel of our wonderful illness……
Travis,
Reading your post was like reading the past 14 years of my life. I can really relate to you. I have been there and regardless of what anyone’s opinion is, sometimes its just impossible to breathe. The pain is gut wrenching and very dark. It has been years since my last SA but still my meds are kept in a safe (go figure). I wish people could be more understanding that it is not a selfish act but one out of bitter despair and darkness that takes control and nothing else can take away the pain (at least not at that moment). I have many blessings in my life and I am so very grateful for them and I would never intentionally cause them pain & suffering. But when that darkness has taken over, many times I have thought everyone would be better off without me. I have since then learned to keep it together but when I hit rock bottom again the SI never go away.
Thank you for sharing your post it was comforting…..
I haven’t killed myself because my nephew blew his head off and I saw first-hand what that does to a family. So although I often wanted to make my exit, I couldn’t bring that misery down on my family.
As someone who has suffered from bipolar depression, (and it’s awful, if it’s really intense and thick) I must say that not killing yourself is quite the struggle. And the key is not to accept the depression and just keep sticking it out, but to find a way to get the hell up out of the BP depression! For good! Which is what I did, through therapy.
I believe, at least for some bipolars, what could be making you so damn depressed, is unprocessed child hood trauma, that is just rotting away in your brain. At least, that was the case with me. Once I processed the trauma, I stopped with the deep, intense “oh my God it just hurts to breath!” bipolar depressions. I still go up and down – but life is nowhere near the roller coaster ride it used to be.
I agree with your comments about childhood trauma. I have not been officially diagnosed with bipolar, but I know that is what I have. I am in the process of still trying to find the right meds, it has been hell.
Ask myself why i continue to go on everyday living with this horrible illness. It has sucked my soul away to the point where I merely exist for my family and friends. Think the only reason I’m still here is because I don’t want them to experience such pain. Not saying I’m the greatest person in the world, but wouldn’t want to be the source of sadness and pain for
them. That, and I’m a coward.
Hi Gray,
I hate it when people say it’s cowardly _not_ to kill yourself when it’s exactly the opposite.
The hardest thing to do in this life is live it. You are brave, and you are strong, and you are courageous for doing so. Don’t diminish that.
– Natasha Tracy
Thank you, Natasha. This post has brought me huge comfort on the lowest day I have had in years.
Hi Wondermare,
I’m honored I could help. :)
– Natasha Tracy