We need to talk about suicide. And I mean really talk openly about it. None of the hushed up whispering about it, pussy-footing around the subject. Fuck stigma. People are dying. Every single day, we lose someone. Because we won’t talk about the word suicide.
Medical Definition of suicide. 1: the act or an instance of taking one’s own life voluntarily and intentionally. 2: a person who commits or attempts suicide.
Suicide | Definition of Suicide by Merriam-Webster
The dictionary itself is wrong. Who in the fuck voluntarily and intentionally takes their own life? As a survivor of two serious attempts, I can tell you that I wasn’t voluntarily taking my own life. I just wanted the horrific emotional pain and suffering that I was feeling inside to stop. The pain that nobody else could seem to understand. That no drug could seem to soothe.
Who decided that people who were in such emotional pain and sufferring were voluntarily taking their lives? Who put that shame on the families left behind or on those who survived an attempt like myself? What kind of a society shuns someone for just wanting relief from unbearable pain?
I used to hold my head low when I would mention that I had “attempted” in the past, allowing myself to take on the burden of society’s shame and invalidating my illness as a result. Now, I speak of those attempts as openly and as freely as they always should have been talked about. They were times when I felt completely hopeless and desperate and alone. By sharing my experiences it lets others know that people can make it through the storm and they’re not alone.
When we as a society can discuss suicide as openly and frankly as we can talk about other previously taboo topics we will seriously start saving lives. We have to stop the shaming that people keep insisting be thrown upon those who live with the suicidal ideations, those who have lost someone to the illness, and those who have survived.