The Pursuit Of Knowledge Is An Intoxicant,

Suicide Is Not A Blot On Anyone’s Name; It Is A Tragedy

It Is True That I Had Wanted To Die , But That Is Peculiarly Different From Regretting Having Been Born. Overwhelmingly, I Was Enormously Glad To Have Been Born, Grateful For Life, And I Couldn’t Imagine Not Wanting To Pass On Life To Someone Else.

Grief Comes And Goes, But Depression Is Unremitting

It Is Tempting When Looking At The Life Of Anyone Who Has Committed Suicide To Read Into The Decision To Die A Vastly Complex Web Of Reasons; And, Of Course, Such Complexity Is Warranted. No One Illness Or Event Causes Suicide; And Certainly No One Knows All, Or Perhaps Even Most, Of The Motivations Behind The Killing Of The Self. But Psychopathology Is Almost Always There, And Its Deadliness Is Fierce. Love, Success, And Friendship Are Not Always Enough To Counter The Pain And Destructiveness Of Severe Mental Illness

I, Quite Literally, Woke Up From A Coma, From Having Tried To Kill Myself And It Was Very Clear To Me What My Psychiatrist Had Been Saying For Years. The Choice Is Not Between A Drug That Has Side Effects Or Not, Life Is Not Ideal. Yes, Your Drug Has Side Effects And Yes If You Don't Take It You're Going To Die.