suicidal ideation

“…post that stuff about disconnection, rootlessness, and interpersonal/social marginalization and how it works to give cohesion and purpose to the in-group members who need community to understand their own sense of self but also for the outgroup members who live in the interpersonal margins….
For example, if the Judeo-Christian-Buddhist-Muslim death myth is all about
being reuinted with “loved ones” or entering a paradise with others good enough to get into heaven or Valhalla (or wherever the goody two shoes go who kissed God’s ass), or returning to earth in another life or form, then why would anyone who has no real connections to others and who lives mainly alone in a life that has become almost unbearable want an afterlife? I would think that those who find life painful at best and unbearable at worst would want what
they “experienced” in the moments of pre-birth, pre-conception, and pre-
consciousness. I would think they would want to feel, see, hear, and experience
nothing. The idea of being insensate (experiencing nothingness) need not
inspire dread if one takes into consideration the day-to-day world of human
contact which creates and exacerbates in the rootless and alienated the “sturm
and drang” inherent in the social acts of cultural navigation and negotiation.”

One thought on “suicidal ideation”

  1. I just posted this as a draft originally, and “revealed” it now, on Solstice, as I wrestle with another iteration of grief. I categorized this under “A Place in Space” because the friend who wrote this was reflecting on graduate life; but, it was very close to my own mental/emotional state at the time and felt…too…something – risky, vulnerable, whiny? whatever – at the time. I didn’t want anyone to take it as an actual plea for help because I wasn’t “in danger”, but I was aware of being as close as I can ever recall. Anyway, today, I’m not feeling this extreme, but the grieving process concering my/our daughter feels like such an irretrievable and unutterable loss.
    I started to search some Kubler-Ross sites, and she’s been coming under fire.
    Yep, intellectuals are INTENSE with each other, but I still appreciate some of her basic premises:
    She wrote a second book, Death, and co-authored a book with David Kessler.
    She died just this past fall, at 78.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.