Apologies for off topic post but I knew I recognized that song from somewhere:
There’s an article in the most recent Psychology Today(?) magazine that goes over why rich kids suffer from higher rates of suicide and depression. In summary kids who are better off feel more pressure to perform better in school, life, and everything in general to live up to expectations. If they miss the mark once they suddenly feel like that they are failures, and then slowly start to do worse and worse. People who are better off tend to drink and use drugs more as well. Then there’s people in this thread who don’t understand why they would commit suicide if their well off; that’s part of the issue. They know they’re better off, but people don’t think they need help and they themselves think that because they’re well off that they shouldn’t feel this way. These people have been used to having money their whole lives, or being academically talented their whole lives; they can’t see things from the angle of someone who isn’t as lucky as them. Food for thought~
You could also say that the collectivism of Eastern culture and the lack of psychiatric treatment due to the collective social stigma contributes to suicide in countries like Korea and Japan, who both are competing with America for high suicide rates.
I postulate that there’s more of a socio-economic link to it than anything else, considering that’s about the only common trait the three have. But even that’s just a speculation.
Really, we know suicide rates are high in these countries because it’s studied and publicized. We could say that third world people don’t kill themselves and thus not having anything = happier life, but you have North Koreans that also commit suicide because death is better than their abysmal substandard lives in their minds. Of course there’s no statistics on this because North Korea won’t release them in order to maintain the illusion that their country is the communist utopia. But I’m going off accounts from defectors, who are usually more honest about what’s going on in that country than the country itself.
Know a bunch of people that committed suicide. I just erased it from my memory, all that remains is an E-R diagram in my memory timeline.
No point of keeping meaningless emotions. Then again, doubt most people were raised in a way that by 6 years old they had no emotions besides fake identities that people want or expect to see and can easily manage/discard emotions at will.
It’s interesting how humans become emotional when death is involved and they realize their existence is limited.
Aftermath of suicide? Focus on yourself and things that make you happy.
It mostly has to do with that that in contrast to Western culture, most third world countries find suicide to be the most honorable way to die. This is particularly true in Japan though, I guess to go with the whole “samurai honor” trope.
The idea that someone can be depressed to the point of wanting to end their life is something that scares me more than anything else in the world. That state of mind is something that i wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy, id rather have almost any physical ailment than have to go through that sort of psychological trauma. I took medication for ADHD way back in the day and i had to deal with some serious depressive mood swings. I can say without a second thought that having to go through those feelings is the worst thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. The thought that what i went through was probably fairly moderate in the general scheme of things is something that still strikes fear into me to this day.
I’d rather be rich and depressed than poor and depressed, that’s for sure. Being rich would relieve a lot of the stress i’m going through right now.
It’s an interesting obvervation to see that some of the funniest people are often the most tortured on the inside.
Had a mentally ill cousin who killed her elderly mother then turning the gun on herself. This was her 2nd attempt at doing this within’ a two year period.
I haven’t dealt with the unfortunate circumstances of having a friend pass, especially by their own hand, but I have experiences that are all too similar to the feeling of wanting to do it.
I remember back in my high school days where I was on mad depression. I was on the lowest tipped scale of self confidence, always isolated myself and had no one to talk to about these feelings, and constantly stressed by family issues. “Thanks” to allot of suicide inspired media(screamo, metal, people in general praising the thought) I was constantly contemplating suicide. Ironic that out of all the things I wasn’t brave enough to do, attempting to kill myself wasn’t one of them. I’ve only tried killing myself once by hanging from a balcony when no one was home. I kicked the ladder down, and the minute I did, like 500 thoughts entered my head about how this was a bad idea, about how this could change everything for the better, but the pain was immense on my throat. I naturally tried my best to prevent my impending death, it’s just a human reaction. Luckily, I had a strong neck so I didn’t break it when the poorly tied jump rope(which was a horrible attempt btw) just gave way. My house is really small so all I managed to do was hurt my knees and hurt my neck, so I just pretended I was playing a little too hard when they saw me using the heating pad. I never told them about that attempt, and I was fucking scared man to had almost really done it.
The thing I kept thinking about after it was what would it really even look like if I did manage to kill myself, and my parents, my little brother had to just see me dangling from there? What would everyone think if without a word, I just…did it? Every time I thought about my death, I kept thinking of them. But what would they have known? They didn’t care about my problems, they just wouldn’t want to see that horrible scene. Of course, I used that pathetic excuse to continue to ponder the thoughts without guilt. It wasn’t until I actually met my closest friend who was actually just as depressed as me. We had a lot in common, and most times, I’d be excited to see the next day, just to hang out with my bro. I had allot of friends, but he was the only one I could go to about the thoughts I was having, I cannot even begin to express the gratitude I have for him nowadays.
Eventually, I realized that life was just too simple to over exaggerate the small thing that make it difficult, and that time heals everything, and every kind of pain. I had to learn to be brave enough to just deal with them one by one, instead of feeling like “ending” it all would really end it all. When I die, there’s still plenty of people here who I’ve left to grieve and hurt, and eventually I’d just be a subject that leaves the room in an awkwardly sad silence. My pictures would be reminiscent of the horrible thing I would’ve done to myself. I couldn’t do that to my friends, if I ever had anything good about me, it was that I cared about my friends and family too much to be a reason why they’d be in pain. I got to realize that I have many years ahead of me to change any faults I find within myself, and I just have to be confident with the person I am today. I love my life, even if it’s not that great, and I’m glad I never have to worry about it again.
The main point, aside from my personal background is that just having someone there that understands you, having an open ear, and just in general being a good friend can really do wonders for your self worth. Eventually, you’ll learn to appreciate what you have, and be confident enough to live on. I’m truly sorry your friend wasn’t as fortunate. The struggle to find a reason to live comes all too often and from anywhere. Pain and suffering is a subjective venture, it’s not something that someone can just undermine comparatively to someone else’s problems. Sometimes it gets to the point where you think no one else’s suffering compares to yourself, no matter how trivial in “comparison”,
“It doesn’t matter. Fuck them, you’re not them and they’re stupid for not considering it either.” That’s how bad it can get sometimes…
Hitting rock bottom is different and to different extremes for everyone, and all you can really do for those people is just be a friend. Being someone worth living for is as simple as having an open heart to those who have no one else.
This is why looking at people who are in a worse situation is a good thing. Puts things into perspective, like that child I saw in India. He had polio and was dragging his own body with his hands since his legs are underdeveloped. To see people still suffering from polio today really shows you how unlucky some are. Especially when a disease is preventable and some village communities just don’t get the access.
The only person I have ever known to commit suicide was a white kid that had a bunch of guns, and my ex roommate tried to kill himself and he was also white with a bunch of guns…hrm.
Meh, nothing to fret over.
DON’T DO EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET
My condolences.
I’m sorry, jae.
When I was in basic training, there was a dude that tried to off himself by using the boot lace from his combat boots to hang himself. He failed, was admitted to mental health and then saw him on my second to last week all tweaked out from the meds. I’m sorry you lost a friend, you mentioned he was in the service, did he ever speak of having PTSD? It can be a catalyst towards doing bad things.
After feeling somewhat responsible for a family member’s suicide, I felt some pretty heavy guilt. A week before she passed she called me for a ride. Even though I had a good explanation for not giving her a ride, I could have at least explained why I couldn’t better. Although she committed suicide she was in bad health with all kinds of respiratory and possibly mental problems. If she would lived another 10 years she would of gone through so much more pain.
The only other suicide I’ve ever been around of though is the most tragic shit I’ve ever heard. I can’t even go into details cause it literally hurts my soul.
Sorry to hear this man.
-Starhammer-
While I’m sad that you’ve had to experience loss in this way, I am thankful that your friend cared about those around him enough not to drag anyone else with him.
Bearing so much weight, and pain and seeing others aruond you laughing and being happy, it can sometimes cause resentment, and then you wonder if taking others down with you will be a means to even out what you feel and what you’ve gone through.
The weight of pain is real, I aint trying to sound like a PSA but if any of yall think someone is facing depression, talk to em, understand em, People say suicide is a choice, I’ve never viewed suicide as a choice but the result of when whatever pain you have is just too much for yourself to carry.