I am aiming for intellectual discussion.
Of course emotional, experiences, and any other approach is fine but I am posting this for intellectual conversation of understanding suicide and life after the experience of attempting one. So if you recover from attempting one and have reached a phase where you feel comfortable talking about it, I thank you in advance of your input and feedback.
I am realizing in my own journey and the experiences I survived as a child of abuse, the only reason (that I am conscious of today) that I did not attempt suicide wholeheartedly in my younger days is that I had unbelievable amount of gratitude to fill my deep, gaping, hole of emptiness. When I was a teenager, I had ideation of suicide, sort of like fantasies, like what if I just die, or what if I punch my belly and bleed to die...and what others would have said about me (sort of looking for revenge on my mother)...sort of like daydreaming of hurting myself would hurt my mother's reputation the only recourse I could inflict pain on her. But yet I never practiced self harm or attempted suicide but the thinking of it gave me so much satisfaction almost.
Now in my life, and that I am sort of waking up a bit from the bondage of ptsd, I am wondering what exactly protected me from attempting suicide. I am trying to open up about this so others can share their recovery story of gratitude and holding themselves in that space of choosing not to die. What hold you up?
As for me, I feel my dissociation was so deep that it blinded me to even feel anything at all except that hole in my stomach. It would start to open and try to swallow me starting on Friday night (after a week's work) and I would try to hold it all weekend alone, crying, and resisting to take my life, and all of sudden, I would feel this feeling (one feeling) of recognizing my own pain and struggle and I would just be so grateful I am not dead but at least can feel my deep, sucking, gnawing hole of emptiness and right at that minute, I would be filled with a new energy and hope for tomorrow. Tomorrow so happened to be Monday - another day's work. But at the time, I was not equipped or experienced in therapy to know the language of what just happened. A weekend after a weekend, I would just be alone holding and praying and same thing and same result (not every weekend but enough that I remember these vividly now both in mind and body).
I have had many (too much to count) of those weekends in most of my adulthood and thought (incredibly) that was normal for anyone in similar situation.
Why this topic now?
I have a guy in my group therapy that has unbelievable amount of gratitude. I am shocked to see how much he can hold even though he lost his marriage and job around covid-19 and yet he is so grateful to have his body/mind and this moment. At first, I felt judging him and thinking he is so dissociated but I am starting to be affected by him and remember my own gratitude in times of extreme darkness and how that hold me up.
I feel so much empathy and really sympathy toward him now and almost feel like coming out to my own history of living through suicidal fogs for so long and yet never taking the bait but having a tiny space where gratitude filled (maybe the word gratitude is not the right word)...maybe no language can truly be able to describe sitting on the edge of death and choosing life or at least postponing the deed for another weekend.
I am just curious and deeply grateful to learn from others how did they pass that moment and came to understand. I know this is deeply personal and deeply painful to revisit so if you take a moment to comment, I am deeply appreciative. It was not easy for me to post this either but even posting it is making my experience more experiential and digestible and integrative but I am not underestimating the amount of pain this caused me over the years.
ps. I want to, in advance, apologize if some of my language are incorrect, invalidating or insensitive. It is not my intention but again I am limited by my own ignorance and limitation of my own vocabulary.
Thank you.
Grit
Of course emotional, experiences, and any other approach is fine but I am posting this for intellectual conversation of understanding suicide and life after the experience of attempting one. So if you recover from attempting one and have reached a phase where you feel comfortable talking about it, I thank you in advance of your input and feedback.
I am realizing in my own journey and the experiences I survived as a child of abuse, the only reason (that I am conscious of today) that I did not attempt suicide wholeheartedly in my younger days is that I had unbelievable amount of gratitude to fill my deep, gaping, hole of emptiness. When I was a teenager, I had ideation of suicide, sort of like fantasies, like what if I just die, or what if I punch my belly and bleed to die...and what others would have said about me (sort of looking for revenge on my mother)...sort of like daydreaming of hurting myself would hurt my mother's reputation the only recourse I could inflict pain on her. But yet I never practiced self harm or attempted suicide but the thinking of it gave me so much satisfaction almost.
Now in my life, and that I am sort of waking up a bit from the bondage of ptsd, I am wondering what exactly protected me from attempting suicide. I am trying to open up about this so others can share their recovery story of gratitude and holding themselves in that space of choosing not to die. What hold you up?
As for me, I feel my dissociation was so deep that it blinded me to even feel anything at all except that hole in my stomach. It would start to open and try to swallow me starting on Friday night (after a week's work) and I would try to hold it all weekend alone, crying, and resisting to take my life, and all of sudden, I would feel this feeling (one feeling) of recognizing my own pain and struggle and I would just be so grateful I am not dead but at least can feel my deep, sucking, gnawing hole of emptiness and right at that minute, I would be filled with a new energy and hope for tomorrow. Tomorrow so happened to be Monday - another day's work. But at the time, I was not equipped or experienced in therapy to know the language of what just happened. A weekend after a weekend, I would just be alone holding and praying and same thing and same result (not every weekend but enough that I remember these vividly now both in mind and body).
I have had many (too much to count) of those weekends in most of my adulthood and thought (incredibly) that was normal for anyone in similar situation.
Why this topic now?
I have a guy in my group therapy that has unbelievable amount of gratitude. I am shocked to see how much he can hold even though he lost his marriage and job around covid-19 and yet he is so grateful to have his body/mind and this moment. At first, I felt judging him and thinking he is so dissociated but I am starting to be affected by him and remember my own gratitude in times of extreme darkness and how that hold me up.
I feel so much empathy and really sympathy toward him now and almost feel like coming out to my own history of living through suicidal fogs for so long and yet never taking the bait but having a tiny space where gratitude filled (maybe the word gratitude is not the right word)...maybe no language can truly be able to describe sitting on the edge of death and choosing life or at least postponing the deed for another weekend.
I am just curious and deeply grateful to learn from others how did they pass that moment and came to understand. I know this is deeply personal and deeply painful to revisit so if you take a moment to comment, I am deeply appreciative. It was not easy for me to post this either but even posting it is making my experience more experiential and digestible and integrative but I am not underestimating the amount of pain this caused me over the years.
ps. I want to, in advance, apologize if some of my language are incorrect, invalidating or insensitive. It is not my intention but again I am limited by my own ignorance and limitation of my own vocabulary.
Thank you.
Grit
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