Suicide is Not Selfish

I’ve spent the last two days trying to figure out how to say just this.  Suicide isn’t about being selfish, or thinking only of yourself.  It’s about a depth of pain and despair that most people will (blessedly) never experience.  Having been there and come out the other side, I know how it feels.  People who commit suicide are, in my opinion, some of the most unselfish people in the world.  You can’t possibly know how hard living can be until you’ve faced down that choice.  Deciding to NOT kill yourself is probably one of the most incredibly painful things a person can do in that situation.  

Let’s talk about selfish.  Selfish is smoking when you know that it can make your child, who is forced to sit in the car with you, very ill.  Selfish is drinking and then deciding that it’s OK to drive the two blocks to get home.  Selfish is eating your Subway 12″ sandwich while staring into the eyes of a homeless person who hasn’t eaten in a couple of days.  Selfish people have more money than they could ever spend, and still feel that people on food stamps are “gaming the system.” 

Selfish is whatever one person does, knowing that someone else is suffering due to that action or for the lack of whatever the benefit is.   I’m pretty sure that dying isn’t depriving anyone else of death.  Putting an end to pain that you suffer silently is not selfish.  Selfish is what the people who know you’re in pain are, when they turn away.  Every time you judge someone with an illness – whether it’s mental or physical – you’re the selfish one. 

People suffer from depression and other mental illnesses suffer in silence and in secret because society as a whole won’t tolerate less than that.  Society says “I don’t care how much it hurts. I don’t want to have to see that.” No one cares how hard it is to talk to other people, or get out of bed.  Who really gives a crap about how much effort it takes to get to work in the morning, as long as the rent and water bill gets paid?   One of the most often asked questions is “What do you have to be depressed about?”  Mental illness requires justification. 

When it comes to physical illness, there’s no question of justification.  No one asks a cancer patient if they really need chemo. The need for Prozac, and Xanax, and Valium is routinely questioned. Visits to a rheumatologist for Lupus are not used during your work review to determine your value to the company.  Visits to a therapist or psychiatrist often are. The need to take time off for surgery is understood without question.  The need to take time off for depression is looked upon as a personal failing. A person with advanced cancer can choose to discontinue treatment in exchange for a higher quality of life in the final months.  A person suffering from mental illness is expected to life a life made infinitely worse by medication, no matter what. There are innumerable research projects searching for better, less debilitating treatments for chronic physical illness.  Every effort is made to address medication side effects such as sexual dysfunction, weight gain, mental fog, and dozens of others for people with atrial fibrillation, or high cholesterol, or cancer.  Very few studies are going on to address the same side effects of psychiatric drugs, leaving the patients to live lives that would be considered intolerable to someone with a physical illness.

Suicide is not the way out of depressions, except in a visceral way.  Ending your life doesn’t solve the problem in any way that is meaningful to society.  Suicide ends the problem for the one person most intimately involved.  It does get everyone else off the hook.  The ones left behind can blame the victim by calling him selfish, saying she was weak, and declaring that he gave up.  A woman who dies of breast cancer is never decried at her funeral as having given up, though.  Where are the people who acknowledge how very brave a suicide is for having struggled for so long through so much pain?  Where is the compassion that could have saved that person?   person who kills herself declares open season on character assassination.  It’s perfectly OK to comment at the funeral on the lack of personal integrity he showed in taking his own life. 

I wish there was a way to show you how incredibly difficult depression and mental illness is.  There should be some way to put into words just how much strength and fortitude it takes to get out of bed in the morning when your body feels like it weighs tons and has been chained down.  How it feels to feel nothing.  What it is like to pretend to have feelings of any sort.  There are no words to express how much you want to be with people, but how hard it is to listen to them.

I watched this video yesterday, and it came close.  Maybe you’ll understand.


Back at WordPress

After many years of having my own web space and domain name, I’ve come back to WordPress for the free stuff.  Economies must be made, and web hosting and domain registrations are just luxuries that can be done without.  Unfortunately, in the transition I lost a couple (five actually) years of posts, but such is life.  Here’s the latest for you late comers…

I have six grandchildren now – Christian, Brooklyn, Amy, Riley, Charlotte, Callie, and Harley.  Five girls and one boy.  They’re all adorable and brilliant, naturally.  They’re also spread from sea to shining sea – literally.  We have Florida and California and a couple places in between.

Knitting is happening, just not as fast.  Currently on the needles are three pairs of socks and an aran coat for my beloved Cheryl.  Pictures not available as yet.

That’s it for now.  Short and sweet.  Just wanted to reactivate this blog and be ready for further greatness.  Later!


It’s been several weeks since I blogged.  The time is flying by.  Right now we’re getting ready for our annual PSG trip, trying not to forget things.  The boy who was so ill is completely recovered, which amazes both his doctors and his family.  They still don’t know what the problem was, but whatever it was – it’s better now.  More later…


So, my grandson is in the hospital with a serious condition.  Not good.  However, in all the tedium that accompanies a hospital stay – waiting, talking to doctors, waiting, talking to nurses, waiting, talking to housekeepers, waiting…you know how it is…there are moments of levity.  Like this one:

Christian:  Hi Micah!  Guess what?  I’m in the Hospital!  (said very proudly)

Micah:  That’s cool.  How are you feeling?

Christian:  Pretty good.  All I have to do is push this button and the peoples give me whatever I want!

Says the boy who has been in the hospital for four days already!  Kids…


Busy Busy…

I’ve been quite busy today. I updated our family website:, and added a page of links we use for Micah’s homeschooling. The list is by no means exhaustive, just what I have marked right now. There’s an amazing amount of stuff out there.

We purchased new Language Arts books this week. It is called Grammar and Usage (The Basic Not Boring One). In addition to that, we also purchased the writing text and the basic Language Arts text.

Early Valentines Day

Well, my hubby did it again.  He totally surprised me.  A couple months ago, my iPod broke.  I’ve been iPod-less since Thanksgiving!  Those who know me will understand just what a tragedy that has been.  I listen to books on my iPod.  This means my “reading” time has been severly compromised.  Yes, I consider it reading even if I’m really listening.  Then, just as I was about to go through Stephen King Withdrawal Syndrome (a little known, but potentially life-threatening syndrome known to all fans of Stephen King), dearest hubby surprised me with a new iPod!

Not only that, but he included a wonderful note:


AND…he inscribed the back with this:

“Babe, I will always love U…forever and beyond.  JR”

He’s a keeper.

One should never gloat…

Because the universe will kick you back…ten fold.

My car is dead.  Or rather, the engine is.  After only 150,000 miles.  They just don’t make engines like they used to, I guess.  Built in obsolescence, that’s what it is I tell ya.  I mean, really, the tires are still perfectly good.  The brakes are great.  The windshield wipers work…mostly.  I’ve never had a problem with the right turn signal…ever!  Then, out of the blue, kapow!  The engine blows.  What’s up with that?