Everytime I see suicide statistics like these. I don’t think of the deaths. I think of the misery each individual must have experienced in order to come to the conclusion that death was better.
Then I think about the nebulous political cloud surrounding these people and those who may have approached the conclusion but had the strength to carry on. I say nebulous because research is never going to encapsulate the reasons for one to kill oneself. If 50k in the US is the number who followed through, the numbers must be huge. I say this, because the suicide death statistic, is only the start of the problem - it’s a scale.
Misery festers at all of us. Labels, drugs and conversation can help, but it’s just burying the problem for it to resurface later. Until we start getting political movements towards human needs, this will continue.
What could possibly be more important than you? What could supercede your will to life?
Surely the only thing that existentially matters to you, is you. Right?
I do believe it’s your choice. But I also believe that the choice is wrong. There are countless numbers of other paths to try that could instill an essence in you.
Try moving to a city. Try moving to another country. Try learning an instrument. Try a new language. Try finding a new partner. Try a new sport. Try finding new friends. Try hiking. Try a different job, or no job. Try a new book. I could go on.
Try anything and everything that could prevent you from coming to a permanent end.