I first considered suicide at about 8. I first attempted at 10. I have posted on this topic before. For approximately 95% of my life, I have wished, prayed, begged or otherwise wanted to die every day. I have seen cousilors and psychologists. After explaining the reasons behind my feelings, and asking to try some form of anti-depressant, one tried it to o effect--good or bad. Another told me I was suffering from "situational depression", not chemical...funny, most life long depression usually IS chemical....sad to hear the counsilor say, basically" Your depressed because your situation sucks" Gee, thanks, doc, for validating my depression..
I never succeeded, obviously, in my suicide attempts because, ultimately, I have never wanted to die, I just wanted to stop the continuous pain I felt everyday, that I only escaped through sleep. Also, I have always been motivated by what is best for others, never for myself. So, I had responsibilites and obligations to fullfill, and always have. And I couldn;t be allowed to "check out" until I had fullfilled all those responsibilities, which you never do in life. I did have an epiphany not too long ago, though, and don;t wish for death everyday now. Interestingly, the one thing that really keeps me alive, is knowing that I DO have the choice to end it, if things get too intolerable. THis gives me a strange form of comfort. I know how I will do it. I planned it very carefully after considering multiple methods. I consulted with experts in physiology, weapos experts, etc. I studied information from medical examiners in suicide deaths. I have multiple fail safes, such that if I screw up in the initial part, there are backups naturally in place that will complete the act for me. Without others involved. Is suicide selfish? Of course--it is the msot selfish act in the world. It is the one thing in your life you have control over. It is the one thing that you do solely for yourself, unless t is done in a fit of momentary distress. When it is a lifelong consideration, it is not a moment of momentary distress. But it is a way out, the ultimate, final way out, when you have no other way out but a life of pain--physical, mental, emotional, or otherwise. Those who have never suffered from chronic, and I mean YEARS of day after day depression, I don;t think can understand the motivations, and the feelings. Everybody gets sad, and has down days. That is normal, and healthy. Depression is a total meltdown of balance in your life--real, or perceived. You reach a point where you can no longer see good, where you can no longer feel good, no matter how much you want to. Humans are complicated creatures, and we may never understand all the reasons behind our thoughts and actions. But pain of any kind shouldn;t be trivilized by others---when you are hurting, in whatever form, that hurt consumes you for as long as you hurt. To putit in perspective for those who don;t "get it", consider if someone gave you a paper cut--and poured lemon juice on it---and the cut never healed, and the lemon juice came just often enough, that you never became desensitized. You could probably function, and be useful. But you would be hurting. Always. Every minute. Until you were unconscience, but as soon as you woke up, it would start again. The constant pain eventually gets to you, and you look for a way out--you ry various things, but nothing works, until you contemplate the ultimate way out. THat is as close to a description as I can give of what it is like to suffer from chronic depression--you do NOT want to feel that way, but you just can't find a way to heal it.