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papulin
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- Nov 5, 2020
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It's my first post, and I haven't written in a very long time, please forgive if I am inadvertently crossing etiquette boundaries. It is certainly unintentional.
I am in my 40s, and have struggled with committing suicide for many years. What I struggle with is whether this is an impulse or a kind of inappropriate self-pity I surrender myself to... as a way to make myself feel better. Whether it is really a narcissistic impulse or a rational, practical decision.
In many respects, I've had a blessed life. I went to a prestigious university, worked for very well regarded firms, married a beautiful and loving wife, and today I have two children who are just great. I always had great expectations for myself, and I did very well professionally up until about eight years ago.
I wrote a very long summary of what happened but I realize it was a rather public legal case and the details could be used to identify me. In summary, my professional life and consequently aspects of my personal life were destroyed eight years ago. I no longer have real professional prospects and without that I feel my life is over. Because 'achievement' had been such a driving force in my life, I find myself rather pitiful in that the person solely responsible for the obliteration of all sense of purpose in my life... is me.
I recall very clearly thinking, over the years, that my greatest fear is exactly what I've become - paralyzed by shame, embarrassment, an inability to explain my actions from eight years ago, and an overwhelming sense of despair washing over me that none of this is going to get any better.
Here's the problem, as I see it. There is really no permutation of paths forward where I won't continue to feel this way - and that is not a life worth living. And it pains me to say this, I love my wife and children very much, but it doesn't fill the large void within me which is my sadness and despair over having no professional prospects, and as such, no sense of purpose in life. Another backdrop to this is I've 'gambled' away the majority of our family's savings (a rather large amount I earned in my career through my twenties and early thirties). The one way I've tried to cope with anxiety, depression over the past several years has been trading, rather compulsively and unsuccessfully.
Perhaps it's all illogical. I've been to support groups, and my other fear is that I'm just being a glutton in self-pity which I am told is really the most selfish and narcissistic of emotional impulses. Do I really have the courage & determination to follow through? Or am I just wallowing in self-pity?
It takes a combination of determination & despair to commit suicide. I've been a passive 'member' of this community for years, when previously was on Reddit and previously was permitted on Google Groups. Am I just ... a coward?
I once felt that my family would be better off without me. My wife is charismatic and beautiful, I am sure she could remarry. And I feel, somehow, the short-term pain caused by my suicide is less than the long-term suffering from a father and spouse who is a failure. I have been a shadow of who I was and I have to believe that somehow affects everyone in my family in sublime ways. Wouldn't it be better to just rip the band-aid off?
I am in my 40s, and have struggled with committing suicide for many years. What I struggle with is whether this is an impulse or a kind of inappropriate self-pity I surrender myself to... as a way to make myself feel better. Whether it is really a narcissistic impulse or a rational, practical decision.
In many respects, I've had a blessed life. I went to a prestigious university, worked for very well regarded firms, married a beautiful and loving wife, and today I have two children who are just great. I always had great expectations for myself, and I did very well professionally up until about eight years ago.
I wrote a very long summary of what happened but I realize it was a rather public legal case and the details could be used to identify me. In summary, my professional life and consequently aspects of my personal life were destroyed eight years ago. I no longer have real professional prospects and without that I feel my life is over. Because 'achievement' had been such a driving force in my life, I find myself rather pitiful in that the person solely responsible for the obliteration of all sense of purpose in my life... is me.
I recall very clearly thinking, over the years, that my greatest fear is exactly what I've become - paralyzed by shame, embarrassment, an inability to explain my actions from eight years ago, and an overwhelming sense of despair washing over me that none of this is going to get any better.
Here's the problem, as I see it. There is really no permutation of paths forward where I won't continue to feel this way - and that is not a life worth living. And it pains me to say this, I love my wife and children very much, but it doesn't fill the large void within me which is my sadness and despair over having no professional prospects, and as such, no sense of purpose in life. Another backdrop to this is I've 'gambled' away the majority of our family's savings (a rather large amount I earned in my career through my twenties and early thirties). The one way I've tried to cope with anxiety, depression over the past several years has been trading, rather compulsively and unsuccessfully.
Perhaps it's all illogical. I've been to support groups, and my other fear is that I'm just being a glutton in self-pity which I am told is really the most selfish and narcissistic of emotional impulses. Do I really have the courage & determination to follow through? Or am I just wallowing in self-pity?
It takes a combination of determination & despair to commit suicide. I've been a passive 'member' of this community for years, when previously was on Reddit and previously was permitted on Google Groups. Am I just ... a coward?
I once felt that my family would be better off without me. My wife is charismatic and beautiful, I am sure she could remarry. And I feel, somehow, the short-term pain caused by my suicide is less than the long-term suffering from a father and spouse who is a failure. I have been a shadow of who I was and I have to believe that somehow affects everyone in my family in sublime ways. Wouldn't it be better to just rip the band-aid off?