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EasterJoy
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I’m afraid that it is very common for friends and relatives to second-guess themselves concerning family members who attempt or commit suicide. I’m relieved to hear that you do not do that. That is a great blessing. I would not worry about “understanding” why a mentally ill person does what they do. You won’t get the illness by understanding it, but I think you could put yourself through a lot of needless anxiety if you give into the thought that you “should” understand it. I think you’re doing your best. That is enough.EasterJoy,
I had to read your posts several times through before I got a sense of what you were trying to help me to understand.
One thing jumped out at me though…you mentioned blaming my sister and second-guessing her or myself. I don’t think I am experiencing those feelings or thoughts at this time. Is this a common reaction in this situation?
Mostly, I am just so sad that she must be in so much pain every single day. I know at least some of the experiences in her life that led her into despair, and they are horrific. I cannot imagine how she must feel. I told my husband that my impression of her emotional state (as of the last time she agreed to talk to me, several years ago) was that it hurt to be alive. How could I blame her? I pray to God that I never make that mistake.
The other thing that I wanted to ask you about your post…are you saying that her not “succeeding” in her attempted suicide may have been accidental. That despite her apparent saaviness, she really probably meant to do it, and just couldn’t accomplish what she intended? If that is what you are saying, then this is even more terrifying than I was willing to realize.
I will admit, I do not understand mental illness. I have tried. My mother has depression (my belief is that she also has bipolar, because I have witnessed what appeared to be manic episodes, followed by utter despair) and obviously my sister is bipolar. I just cannot understand. Maybe I am afraid to understand. I cling to my certainty of sanity like a life raft, as I watch all my biological family members (mother, sister, brother, aunt, female cousin, deceased grandmother) drown in an ocean of depression and related illnesses (anxiety disorders, fibromyalgia, CFS, and the list goes on). Maybe I am afraid that if I begin to understand severe depression, that I will drown too.![]()
As nearly as I can tell, people sometimes don’t know what they’re doing when they hurt themselves. They aren’t necessarily either trying or not trying to kill themselves, because sometimes because they are in a moment where they don’t care. They just want the awful feelings to go away. Maybe it is like having a downed neurological powerline, just sort of flipping around and randomly shorting out the circuits that are needed for a feeling of well-being. That’s not something they can even necessarily understand. Even her psychiatrist can’t get into her head.
The good thing is that your sister doesn’t need you to understand her in terms of being able to feel what she feels or describe the line of her thoughts and their reasons. She needs you to love her. She needs you to understand that she needs to feel accepted. She needs you to understand that she is more than her illness. She needs you to respect her desire to handle her own life as best she can. All those are things that I think you do understand, even though it isn’t an easy reality to have to accept.
You know how they always say on an airline to put your own oxygen mask on before you try to help someone else? A family member with her mental health is like that person…she can help those who want help putting on their masks. She can’t breathe for anybody else, she can’t force anyone to take help they won’t accept, she can’t help anybody else by losing her own flow of oxygen, but her mental health and the line that helps her keep a clear head is a good thing for everyone around her. So clinging to your life raft is a good thing for everyone, not just you. Treasure your serenity, when you have it. It is a gift meant for all!