Forgive Me If I Seem Harsh--
As always, Myriads' cool logic and wisdom makes the most sense and has effectively calmed the fire that was about to pour from my hands when I read this. Still, I feel a finger in the middle of my back pressuring me to add my two cents worth. I mean no harm or disrespect to anyone, the majority of this is my own.
I have absolutely no patience with suicidal threats and thoughts. Not because I'm harsh or heartless, not at all...but because I suffer from bouts of that very thing myself. When I'm at the bottom of the cycle, the idea of sucking on the muzzle of a pistol seems to be as soothing as cool water on a burn. I've researched the best and worst ways to end things, from the most effective and unstoppable ways to slice to the best and worst meds to take to the best weapon and placement of such for a clean, immediate "parting shot" during some of my worst periods. I understand fully and completely what your friend is experiencing--and if he doesn't get professional help,
there is not a thing you can do to stop what he's fixated on.
There are two groups of people in the suicidal pile, with a subgroup that straddles the "gray area" fence. Group one, those who thump their chests and shout about their plans, both to garner full and focused attention from their friends and family as well as a "traditional" cry for help...and group two, those who tell no-one of their plans; they set their affairs in order, go off someplace and just do it. If he begins giving away his stuff and really just stops discussing it totally, beware--he's almost there.
When I look at my own actions, I realize my greatest problem is that depression is merely disguising an out-and-out temper tantrum. EOD. That's what it is for me, that's all it is for me. I can't have my way, can't have the game go the way I want it to go, so f*ck it, I'm going to take my toys and go home. When a child has a temper tantrum, how is it generally dealt with? I know how I handled my own son's.
When I'm at the top of a cycle and rational, I just get p*ssed off at myself. It is the most selfish, cruel, heartless thing any being can do to those who love and care about him or her--and in a spiritually faith-based situation, the ultimate act of defiance. Suicide is simply slapping God in the face with the exercising of mutated and poisoned "free will". Each person deals and believes in his or her own way, of course, but that is sometimes the final thought that keeps me from giving in to the bullsh*t that leads me down to the actual end of that path. And you know what? Once I come out of it, invariably all I feel is deeply ashamed--ashamed to have put my dear ones through the drama
again, ashamed of my own weakness, ashamed of my stupidity and selfishness. You can only apologize for the same thing to loved ones so many times before they just stop hearing you.
If he's really that close to fruition, his wife needs to become very pragmatic. She needs to take every weapon from the house and just get rid of them--yeah, he's going to spit and pop, but he gave up the right to having his anger recognized when he brought them into the home in the first place...and if she's forced to take the next step, he can't have the capability of being armed.
She then needs to talk to him (and sternly!) about getting professional help voluntarily. If he refuses, she needs to examine their insurance for coverage information, then she needs to sign him into a facility for treatment whether he likes it or not, no further discussion. The long-term emotional damage being done to his own children by what they're seeing Daddy do and how he's behaving should be incentive enough to face the dragon that
will emerge. (Experience speaking here. My own mother didn't bother with that when my father went through this, she simply packed her stuff when I was 15 and left him--with me. See how well
I did after being exposed to it??) Be supportive of his family, but more than facing off with him, help his wife be strong. If she does what she needs to do, she's the one who'll need it.
I pray that something else wakes him up first, though, I really do. What he's feeling sucks beyond description, I know...but what everyone else will be feeling if he doesn't snap out of it will be far, far worse.
Mistress Aura
