Suicide and the Agony of Separateness
When the Ego Becomes an Eggshell
by Alan Harris
Note: If you are now contemplating suicide or know someone who is, please also read this.
HE NATURE OF THE FORCES which motivate a person to take his or
her own life usually remain hidden from those who are left behind,
for if the suicide has been completed, no further psychological
inquiries can be made, and if incomplete, only tentative hypotheses
are possible due to the fact that there really was not a suicide.
However, there does seem to be a common mental condition which
underlies not only suicide (whether completed, abandoned, or thwarted),
but also the loneliness and depression which often lead up to
this act. Such a mental condition goes by many names, but I will
call it "separateness," or more accurately, a separative
consciousness.
"A surprisingly large group of our population
has either contemplated or actually attempted suicide at some
time or other."
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Let us not deceive ourselves by merely pointing to this condition
in "others," for we all share it to some extent. "Their"
agony is our agony, even though it may now manifest less intensely
in us. And to be completely honest, let us even allow that we
are they. A surprisingly large group of our population
has either contemplated or actually attempted suicide at some
time or other. For many of those seemingly happy people we meet
on the street or in our jobs, the thought of suicide has been
a more or less silent alternative in the midst of life's reversals.
It is not an impulse that people commonly publicize regarding themselves,
hence one naturally imagines that few others experience it.
Sympathetic friends typically regard a suicidal person as being
an unfortunate victim--of blind chance, of other people's thoughtlessness,
of an unfair social system--or some combination thereof. While
this impression of a suicidal person as a victim is probably frequently
held, there is another view--that an attempter's "victim
psychology" may be the logical outcome of his own subtle
but deadly ego trip.
What does it mean to say that suicide can be the result of an
"ego trip"? We could define an ego trip as the separative
frame of mind already mentioned, usually accompanied by an inaccurate
image of one's own worth. Careful observation might reveal that
feelings of superiority and feelings of inferiority both
spring from separative assumptions, and are therefore both
egoistic. One attitude says, "I am better than you,"
and the other says, "I am worse than you," but "better"
and "worse" are merely different names for the same
imaginary wall between "I" and "you." We sit
precariously on this wall like Humpty Dumpty, trying desperately
to balance our egg-like existence amidst the strong winds of adversity
which threaten and discourage us. This is separatism, and it is
likely to lead to "a great fall" because it is based
upon illusion or unreality. The inexorable (but in the end, kind)
forces of evolution eventually must topple us off this wall which
our minds have built up out of rotted thoughts.
"It is quite easy for us to adopt an
attitude of separateness because we are conditioned into it almost
from birth."
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In the following scenario, let's assume for the sake of illustration
that you and I have fallen into this trap (or, perhaps more accurately,
never climbed out of it). It is quite easy for us to adopt an
attitude of separateness because we are conditioned into it almost
from birth. Most of us have unwittingly bought into the assumption
that we are separate from others. After all, we have separate
bodies, separate homes, separate jobs, and separate ambitions.
We want to make money, perhaps more money than other people
make, so that we can indulge our egos a bit by having fancier
cars, wearing more stylish clothes, living in larger homes, or
sending our children to more prestigious colleges. Even if we
don't have such tendencies toward conspicuous consumption, we
may put ourselves first more subtly by taking the largest piece
of cake on the plate at a party ("I really do deserve it"),
by feeling that our religion is superior to that of others (and
generously trying to convince them of it), or by burdening our
friends with long stories about our successful encounters (and
blithely ignoring their yawns). Many of us lack a sense of unity
and brotherhood toward our fellow humans, and we instead view
our associates as divided between the "bad guys" (our
competitors and enemies) and the "good guys" (those
who serve and comfort us). Our minds whisper to us, "You
deserve the best, because you're number one. Let the others fend
for themselves."
The hidden danger in having a separative outlook is that, while
it appears to serve our best interests in the short run, it can
eventually lead us into that dreaded and all-too-common ailment,
loneliness. The very attitudes that maximize our own feelings
of importance and minimize the roles played by others are the
same attitudes which, when the chips are down, trap us in a cocoon
of self-pity or self-destructive desire for oblivion.
"We feel as if some great weight were pressing down on us,
and we perceive a world inexorably closing in."
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Into a life lived separatively there may come a shocking discovery:
"I am not the most important being in the universe,
and never was." This discovery may come suddenly by way of
some devastating personal tragedy or great disappointment, or
gradually through a long succession of smaller eye-openers. We
learn that the world can indeed get along without us--that we
are expendable. We then feel cynical like the man who observed,
"The graveyards are full of people who couldn't be replaced."
Such an awakening may hit us like a ton of bricks (if suddenly),
or like a ton of feathers (if gradually)--but either way, it's
a ton. We feel as if some great weight were pressing down on us,
and we perceive a world inexorably closing in. All hope seems
to have fled. Nothing remains but black despair.
When we do fall off the wall of self, when our ego shatters like
the egg that it is, and when we thus turn our thoughts to suicide
in a misguided attempt to ease the resulting emotional pain, we
agonize in guilt and fear. If we are religious, we may worry that
suicide will send us straight to hell, or we may be tortured by
concern for those whom we will be leaving behind. However, the
overriding mission remains--to escape from this apparently unfair,
hostile, dreary, meaningless life. Typically, we wish to end the
pain by somehow drifting off into a pleasant, nebulous never-never-land
where cares and sorrows are behind us forever. And, by the way,
we do want our death to be painless. If we could handle
pain, we wouldn't be suicidal in the first place--hence the popularity
of sleeping pills or the sudden-death methods.
"After our suicidal ego trip is over, we must
move upward from humiliation to humility...."
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Assuming that our suicidal feelings or attempts do not actually
result in our death, how do we heal ourselves? Slowly. Suicidal
depressions are seldom cured quickly, due to the immensity of
the task. Our self-centered thought patterns, established and
hardened over many years, can hardly be reversed in the typical
month or two we might spend recuperating in a psychiatric ward.
Gradually we have to reconstruct our broken egos along lines that
allow a progressive realization that other people are our brothers
and sisters, and are not almighty "others" to be impressed,
coddled, or feared. After our suicidal ego trip is over, we must
move upward from humiliation to humility, and we can do so by
finally perceiving more clearly the deep unity within which we all
share our lives as a family of earth dwellers.
Probably the most healing first step we can take in recovering
from our failed ego trip is to begin putting others first--by
living a life that begins to manifest loving, giving, and forgiving.
The impartial law of cause and effect which led us into our "valley
of the shadow of death" can now become our friend and firm
support. Before, hatred begat hatred and competition begat competition.
Now we discover that love begets love and cooperation begets cooperation.
A definitely therapeutic psychological chemistry arises in us
through our loving and giving to others. In fact, a generous spirit
is perhaps the quickest and surest approach to permanent health
or wholeness. The American might call this approach Christianity
(love); the Japanese might call it Buddhism (compassion); the
Chinese might call it the Tao (balance). But plainly speaking,
it's just common sense, mainly because it works. According to
scholars, the scriptures of all major religions assert in one
form or another that "whatsoever a man soweth, that shall
he also reap" (Galatians 6:7). Thankfully, this goes for
the good seeds as well as the bad seeds.
If a lesson is to have any lasting value for us, we must learn
it by ourselves, through our own initiative or our
own pain, or both. It is highly difficult for a well-meaning
Good Samaritan (whether friend, family member, crisis line operator,
or psychiatrist) to convince us that our suicidal thoughts have
arisen from separatism, an ego trip, a tripped ego. And even if
our helper sees this, he is wise not to mention it, for when we
are crying out for help, the last thing we want or even need is
a set of unflattering theories. What we need is support, caring,
being there--at least until we can wade out of the mud.
"When we can live for others, we no longer have to
die for ourselves."
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The unwelcome truth cannot really be communicated to us adequately
through words at all. It must flow from the very marrow of our
bones. There may need to be sleepless nights, flaming anger, tears
by the pint, gnashing of teeth, and even some more glimpses into
the chasm of death before we can slowly awaken from our nightmare
of self-imprisoning separateness or egoism. When hope dawns again,
as it usually does, we begin to see life's inevitable misfortunes
and disappointments not as deuces dealt out by a heartless deity
from a stacked universe, but as opportunities--for growing,
for learning, and for aiding fellow strugglers. Each failure teaches
us a valuable lesson in the "dear school" of experience--a
lesson which advances us toward a more useful attitude of self-forgetfulness
and one-pointedness (by which is meant "pointed towards the
One"). When we can live for others, we no longer have to
die for ourselves.
Note: If you are contemplating suicide or know someone who is,
please also read this.
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