I was having breakfast with a friend of mine the other day and the topic of her suicide attempt came up. She attempted suicide years ago at a very low point in her bipolar disorder. And what she said was, she found herself very upset about it presently, even though it was years ago. She said she never dealt with her suicide attempt and now that was hurting her.
I understand. I think many of us don’t deal with the realities of a suicide attempt. I think many of us what to put our suicide attempts behind us so badly, that we just push them away without ever considering how deeply something like that scars us.
For my own part, I know what I’ve done with my suicide attempt. I’ve rationalized it. I’ve intellectualized my suicide attempt as “passive” and “not a real attempt” (since my chances of truly dying were low) and this has allowed me to, well, pretty much ignore it. But will that technique come to haunt me one day?
Suicide Attempts
Depending on who you ask, about 50% of people with bipolar disorder will attempt suicide at least once. That’s a shocking number. That means that half of our brothers and sisters with bipolar disorder are walking around with this psychological injury. Half of us have gotten to points in our diseases where we actually attempted to escape our suffering – end our lives – and we felt that the only way to do that was through suicide.
Honestly, I weep for anyone who has gotten to that point. It’s a torturous place to be. I remember my suicide attempt like it was yesterday. I was in so much pain and I was so suicidal and I had just been denied access to a psychiatrist. I thought, “If I can’t get a doctor, then I can’t get help. If I can’t get help, then I can’t get better. If I can’t get better, then what’s the point?”
And the horrific thing about that is that if the same thing happened to me today, I might just consider the same thing.
Meaning of a Suicide Attempt
I think suicide attempts hold different meanings for us all. It’s always desperation, but what drove us to that place is different for everyone. I blame the doctor who denied me access to treatment for mine. In fact, I almost wish I had died so that she would have to live with that fact for the rest of her life. That’s what I feel she deserves.
But suicide attempts are about much more than the why. Suicide attempts are deeply personal and hurtful. Yes, a suicide attempt hurts those around us, no doubt, but it also wounds us personally as well. No one wants to live with the fact that they almost caused their own death. No one wants to live with the memory of that pain. No one wants to live with the knowledge of the ramifications either.
Healing from a Suicide Attempt
I’m not sure how one formally “heals” from a suicide attempt. I know that, somehow, you have to make peace with what happened, with what you did, and move on. I know that you can’t beat yourself up for what is the symptom of a disease you didn’t ask for. I know that you can’t live in the space of a suicide attempt forever as it will ruin your present and your future.
But actually getting to that point is tough. I think for anyone who has attempted suicide, he or she should seek out psychotherapy to deal with it. I think it’s important not to just push it aside with no further thought. I think it’s important not to simply try to forget something that powerful. I think it’s important to face what we did and not run from it.
Because while I know a suicide attempt is horrible, I also know that there is life after a suicide attempt. I know that people go on to live happy, healthy, successful lives after a suicide attempt. I know that suicide attempts happen at very low points but that those low points pass.
Maybe, to some extent, a suicide attempt will always haunt us, I don’t know, but I do know that healing from a suicide attempt is possible but it may take professional help to do it.
[Also, you may wish to look up suicide attempt survivor support groups (locally and online). As I said, a shocking number of people with bipolar disorder and other mental illnesses do attempt suicide so you’re not alone. You’re not alone in your suicide attempt and you’re not alone in trying to deal with it. More suicide and suicide attempt resources can be found here.]
Hi,
I just got released home from the psych ward, where I have been since last week, when I tried to overdose on meds. They let me go because I told them I was ready to go back to normal life, school, etc. And while I’m not at all thinking of sicide anymore, I feel afraid to venture outside my house. To met my friends, acquaintances. I don’t want to face them. I don’t want to face the world. Now I wish I could’ve stayed in the asylum forever. It felt safe there, and peaceful. And there were other people with depression or bipolar disorder, people who understood. We formed a small community, like a weird family. The only responsibilities were eating, sleeping going to therapy and taking meds, and doing all these things on time.
Now, I feel overwhelmed by the idea of the outside world.
Hello, I’m a 36 yr old female and had committed an actual suicide attempt, all due to being completely broken down, and yet still today I’m being broken and judged, I’ve made it through, I’ve never done it for attention, I’ve been made to feel like the lowest person, over this long weekend the reason for my attempt pushed it by throwing it in my face as hurt me, I’m doing my best to stay positive and yes I’ve gone to my councillor, I’ve made a push to make better choices, but can this man continue hurting me like this? It’s not fair, it’s not healthy, this hurts me,
Are ther any statistics as to how many actually succumb to it and actually do end their lives.
I have had two suicide attempts. I really wanted to die each time. However, I am now happy to be living and consider those suicide attempts to have been bad mistakes. I have promised myself, my close friends, my fiance, and my close family never to attempt suicide again. Now I truly believe that life is a gift.
When I attempted suicide, I was in such a low point that my mind had gone to an irrational place…in my heart I didn’t want to die, I wanted to stay with my loved ones, I knew it would get better, but my mind was such an irrational state that all I could think is, I want to die, I can’t live in this kind of pain anymore….what is scary is when I have a difficult period with panic attacks and depression, those kind of thoughts come back. I have CPTSD so it might be a type of disassociation as well.
I tried to OD. I waited until every one in the house went to bed. (At that time I had the PC in my room.) anyway I waited until my son was done with it and left which I thought was for the night. when he left, I scribbled a note and left it on my night table. I filled the palm of my hand twice with my medication and took them. Half an hour later I woke to the blankets on my bed were thrown off me. When I finally got out of bed I felt my knees buckle on me and I had the sensation that I was going to fall on my face. He stayed with me for 2 hours after that. I was so mad at him for ruining my plan.. To this day I’m not in the least sorry that I tried it. When I finally did go to bed it took me two days to wake up , and no I’m not sorry that I tried to die that night, I ‘m sorry that he came back in my room and found the note. At night I Hope I don’t wake up in the morning but when I do I just about cry. hopefully The next time I try it I will succeed…
ps…i don’t want to take away the seriousness of how devastating suicide attempts are. It’s tragic. but this is my story. maybe if i had my guns i wouldn’t be telling this story. I don’t know but it would not have been that day.
One of the myths of suicide is that you have to be depressed to be suicidal. You don’t. Another myth is that suicidal thoughts only occur in people who are depressed, down, or have mental illness. It doesn’t. You can be healthy and having a great time and a suicidal thought will just pop into your head. You can let it go if you recognise that the thought is just a thought and doesn’t need to be acted upon, unless you feel healthy action, like seeing your doctor, or improving your wellbeing, is needed. You don’t have to act on the thoughts, or frighten, shame or guilt yourself with ‘I shouldn’t be feeling/thinking like this’.
As for whether your experience was a suicide attempt, that’s for you to define. If you think or feel it was, then it was. If you feel or think it wasn’t, then it wasn’t. It may have been something in between. It may not have been an an attempt, but a state of mind that you chose not to follow through with an action. Whatever it was, it was your experience, and it was valid, so attach whatever seriousness you feel to it. Sometimes there are no whys and wherefores. Sometimes it just is what it is. I hope you’re in a good place healthwise.
6/9/09, i think it was Tuesday. i “attempted suicide”. What i did was akin to scraping my wrist with a paper clip. I called my doctor, he said go to the psych ward. “I don’t feel that i need to. phil, go they will get your meds and you stable. No. I went for 4 days. I wasn’t depressed. i had no plan, no intent. Truth be told, I’ve never been close to killing myself but it was strange behavior.
I saw a therapist the day after my psych ward stay. she said, you don’t act or talk like you just tried to kill yourself. she was right. A week later i saw my doctor. i showed him that the psychiatrist there lowered my dosage on two meds. he said, that won’t work, this one either. put me right back where i was.
to this day, i have no idea why i did that or why i called my doctor. maybe i was running from something but it wasn’t life. better safe than sorry, I guess.
everyone on the unit was stable as far as i could tell. it felt like a college dorm. great air conditioning. i felt like a tool. the day my dx changed to bipolar, i gave a friend my guns to keep.
maybe it served a purpose. sometimes things are not as benign as one thinks. only i could screw up a week that bad. i’ve prayed for a freak accident to kill me since ’99. i hope i’m here for the duration, i just don’t know why. i felt like i was in a woody allen movie. i still do.
Recovering from a suicide attempt is hard work. Regaining the trust of your loved ones takes an enormous amount of time and energy. My last suicide attempt was in August 2013, coming up on one year ago, I still feel the repercussions of my actions. I have dealt with the suicide attempt, but my friends and family still hold it over my head. I know they don’t mean to. But they do. I don’t wish I could take the attempt back, I just wish it had worked.
I really want to find the statistics on how many suicide attempters wish 5-10 years later that they had succeeded. It would aid a lot with more informed decision making for people wishing to end it.
I have never attempted suicide but I have contemplated it. My twelve year old son has seen my pyschotic and suicidal. It has hurt him so much to see me sick like that. He has told met that his worst fear is to find me dead by my own hand. I am diagnosed bipolar 1 severe with psychotic features. I have two birth kiddos and three stepkids. I just started a blog for moms with bipolar. It is a place where I will be blogging about my coping strategies as a parent with severe mental illness. I will also be posting some links to great deals and companies that help me keep my sanity. Please check it out.
My father committed suicide when I was in college and I went through the entire grieving process and am healed today. What is even more difficult is bouncing back from my psychotic episodes, which now takes very little recovery time. The first time I had an episode I had a suicide attempt myself, but I never refer to it as that because I never meant to kill myself. I was delusional and thought God had directed me to run head on into a semi-truck, which I willingly did. This had long term effects on my emotional well-being and career although I would say I am a survivor and a success. Please check out my blog and website and mental health books & resources at http://www.freemindbooks.com.