About Finding Peace After Suicide (101):
For myself, there is no question that my wife ending her life is the most painful and enduring event in my life . . . no comparison or competing event.
I had heard about suicides in print and news broadcast . . . but it was always someone I did not know personally and it always happens
some other place.
Even though I knew that such thing happened, it somehow never occurred to me that it would happen to my family. Then I witnessed the aftermath of suicide with a friend’s family, but still, that was somewhere else and not in “my” personal history.
March 14th, 1999 changed all of that. It changed all of that in a permanent way. In the snap of a finger, it was indelibly written into my personal history.
There is a huge difference in knowing about suicide and knowing it in a personal sense. The aftermath brought on endless reminders and tended to haunt my every moment . . . for such a long time. Sort of like being caught in the wrong lane on a freeway. Knowing you are not in the proper lane and not seeing an opening to switch. The traffic is moving so fast you cannot slow down. There is no shoulder to pull off on . . . and . . . there are NO exit signs.
I discovered over time I would be stuck in “that suicide lane” as long as I lived. I could pretend (for others observing me) that I was in good spirits. Or I could appear distraught.
In all of this, I learned we all have what I call a “Performance Mode.” Performance mode is all about pretending and pretending is really hard work. You spend so much emotional energy acting a role that you can easily forget the essence of who you are.
All of that said if your life is to be reconstructed . . . you are the only one that can accomplish that. No one can do it for you. Sure you can receive significant assistance in alternative ways and from other people. But, in the end, you have to integrate what you learn into your soul.
Here is my assessment on external help:
It comes in different forms. There are those in the ministry, those in counseling and in therapy professions. There are alternative diversion activities, spiritual mediums and on and on the list go. You notice I did not list the “I can do this myself method.” That is because I am unaware of any survivor self-generating a meaningful reconstruction. Yes, by gut instinct you can happen on things that provide some relief. For the most part, these are typically short lived as are some of the alternatives listed above.
For me, the long-lasting reconstruction required me to change myself, my dreams, my plans, and this list goes on and on.
1st I had to admit (in my heart of hearts as well as my conscious awareness) that this event had in fact occurred. Denial is sure a powerful force and especially when you are vulnerable. Some of you will learn that searching for an explanation only delays this admission. Without exception, we analyze all we know and discover (after the event.) For me, this is a lifelong endeavor. After a while, I was able to place “this search routine” on the back burner to simmer and not have it boil over.
2nd I had to learn how to be authentic in this survivor aftermath. Being authentic is harder for some than others. Some were never living in the authentic mode before this event. Learning to be authentic is a step that reduces stress in a major way.
3rd I had to put the blame game to rest . . . never to wake up again. This was likely the hardest to grasp and the most difficult to implement. I just could not seem to break the “there is someone else at fault” other than who we have lost.” Over time I was able to say (to "the me" inside) no matter how I want it to be, she did this unthinkable thing. She clearly saw death as a solution to whatever it was she no longer wanted to face. She had lost hope. Such a profound conclusion, yet some argue . . . so simple.
In essence, I had to surrender to the fact “I am never going to figure this out.” No question, I stayed in that battle the longest, as irrecoverable life slipped away.
4th This step involved developing an attitude of forgiveness. Goodness . . . forgiveness was missing from my repertoire all my life – so I could not just tweak the adjustments on something I never had.
When I was finally able to start the forgiveness thing, I constructed a “forgiveness” letter. In some survivor groups, this is commonly referred to as a forgiveness or peace letter. Forgiveness was a topic that had been covered in more than one survivor group I participated in. It sounds so simple and yet I found it really HARD to do.
The process of getting it down on paper is not a spur of the moment burst of a few sentences. The refining of this letter was the most beneficial.
Reading what you have written back to yourself brings out the facts, i.e. truth from dreams. This helped me ("the me," inside) to come to terms with myself and our three dozen year relationship. I went over the highs and lows of different times.
Out of this process, I was able to see there were many highs very few lows. First was the process of admitting to areas I had failed the two of us. Then taking comfort in the areas I ("the me" on the inside) had succeeded.
After more than a year, I was okay with what I had constructed. I still have a copy somewhere . . . the final completed in 2009 (yep, that was the decade later.) I put the original in a fire pit on the back patio. I watched it burn all by myself . . . so I did not have to pretend for anyone else.
I have since burned successive copies of this original in other situations, but I have never felt the need to rewrite the letter. I suppose I subscribe to the once and forever syndrome.
It took a while for me ("the me" on the inside) to realize I had begun to carry on in a more peaceful mode of living. I was no longer just existing – like I had for so long. I began to get to sleep more easily. I ceased to wake up and ruminate on this event as I had for so long. It was not an instant transformation.
Solid reconstruction started that night by myself on the patio . . . and . . . the effects grew over time.
The one thing that has re-occurred over and over in my experience is that people find peace in ways that are just not within my acceptance boundaries. Some seem to have permanent results, while others are short-lived. I adjusted early in my reconstruction days to pay attention to other survivors. Over time you will be able to glean the permanent stuff from the momentary euphoric stuff.
I was getting help from an accomplished survivor (on this path nine years ahead of me.) I had known her for almost two decades. She was my biggest aid.
Thank you, Kathleen Leggett [and by the way, I still have your Christmas cactus and have begun to split and replant its offspring. I just gave the first one away last night.]
I will forever be grateful to you, Kathleen (RIP 2005.)
Blessings DJ - 0422.2017 - V07