Among the emails I receive daily are suicide notes.
Some women just write to express their fears about having thoughts of suicide. Others are in full-blown distress, ready to give up on this world.
When I first began receiving emails like this, I felt panicked. I was not trained in even the most basic psychology. I had no experience with women who were reaching out. I had no idea what I could do or say to make a difference.
But when that first one arrived, I had little I could do but respond, and fast. I actually DID call a suicide hotline and asked them what to say and do. I learned some very important things, and I share those as well as ideas that are specific to us–the mothers of lost babies.
First, there are two categories of thoughts about suicide: passive and active.
Passive thoughts include just wishing for death, considering how others will handle your suicide, and feeling the need to ease the intensity of your emotional and sometimes physical pain. You might research suicide on the Internet or look over books about it. You are just thinking about dying. These are normal and happen to everyone in times of depression or distress.
Active thoughts include considering what method of suicide you might use, counting pills, locating a gun in the house, or making any sort of plans. This is a stage where you actually DO things. If you get this far–then it’s time to get help NOW. The quickest and simplest is to stop everything, pick up your phone, and call 1-800-SUICIDE.
I think it is fine to reach out to anyone who will listen when your thoughts are passive. Most of the women who write me are frustrated with family and friends who are not understanding. I know now that all they need from me is validation that their feelings are real and serious and difficult, that their baby was wonderful and the loss is impossibly hard, and that it’s a long road to recovery, not the three or so days others believe it should last. You can find this sort of help at a pregnancy loss group, on bulletin boards on the Internet, or even among your friends who have had miscarriages that you didn’t know about.
When you get to the active stage, however, you simply cannot rely on friends and family anymore. They may not get it. They might not see. Their failure to take this seriously or to listen will compound your depression and can even trigger you to act. It’s critical you find someone, anyone, who can guide you to professional help.
When I wrote Tina’s suicide attempt into the book, I tried to show how passive thoughts can morph into active ones. Most of the time we can see the shift, as long as we know ahead of time that there is a difference. For Tina, though, it happened too fast. The post-pregnancy hormone changes don’t help, making every system in your body less able to cope.
Here is her segment of the novel.
On that day she came home from the hospital, all Tina knew was that her baby was dead, her boyfriend gone, and she’d soon be booted back to the horror of public school. Leaning over the sink in her bathroom, she washed her face and hands and the gleam of water on her white wrists seemed too pristine, too pearl. The razors lay neatly in the chest of art supplies and she stopped thinking, stopped rationalizing anything at all. The act wasn’t about killing herself, not in that moment, or about escaping, it was about marring the perfection of her arms. She was tainted, her baby had died, she was unloved and unwanted. She felt she should be marked by this–that her physical body should bear the scars of the death of her happiness.
She leaned her pale arm against the sink and didn’t hesitate once.
The main thing I wanted to get across today to those of you who have googled miscarriage and suicide, or miscarriage and wanting to die, which are very common combinations that bring you to this blog, is there is an important difference between thoughts of dying and thoughts of how to do it. If you are still in the first category, keep reading, keep reaching out, keep healing. You will get there. If you start to shift, if you sense your thoughts moving toward plans or funerals or even revenge–ACT. Act NOW.
Email me.
Join my forums where others have been where you are.
Or call 1-800-SUICIDE.
But do something. Life the way it is now is not the way it will be a year from now. I once contemplated taking my car off a cliff and into the fog about two weeks after my baby died. We had found out the genetic testing had failed, our marriage was falling apart, and we were fighting like we never had.
I didn’t know then that less than twelve months later I would give birth to a healthy little girl and a few years later to a second. I’m glad I hung around to find out.
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February 22, 2007 at 1:03 pm
babychaos
That’s one hell of a post. I hope anyone feeling the way you described will take your advice and stick around. Great words.
Thank you.
Cheers
BC
February 24, 2007 at 5:34 pm
dml
I had to use judgement of seriousness when I was in high school, and friends told me of suicide attempts, and later as a resident assistant at university. Hopefully, I won’t need it again, but I do have children who will grow into teens one day.
You carry the world on your shoulders, Deanna. I don’t know how you do it.
February 27, 2007 at 6:40 pm
Loriette
Deanna~ When I found your site I was that desperate…I am so glad you have touched base on this.
March 2, 2007 at 4:38 pm
melody
I had passing thoughts of dying after my second loss. I’m sure if it was actually passive suicide thoughts or not because I really wasn’t thinking about killing myself. But I’m sure they could have led to that. It was more like thoughts that even if I died it wouldn’t matter. I know there are others like me out there, and I know that there are others who feel far worse than I did. I hope this passage touches someone in a way that they need.
November 11, 2010 at 7:28 pm
nastassia burton
i just found out i lost my baby two days ago and im at the lowest point ive ever been i have no moral support and no one to talk to i just came across this sight and i wanna thank you because the article gave me a little hope…
September 13, 2012 at 11:14 pm
Rachel Jones
I lost found out that my baby was gone 2 months ago today. I am not sure but I think I feel more deeply broken, more angry, and more hopeless today. I have two healthy, beautiful girls already, and my husband says that I should focus on them and be grateful for them, but I am still feel catatonic with grief. The grief and anger I feel are deep and all encompassing. I struggle and fake my way through my work day, then cry for an hour during my long commute home. I feel like everyone is trying to understand, but really ready for me to move on. I feel like I will never be the same. I am obsessed with my loss, desperate to have another, but my husband does not want to as the pregnancy was unplanned. It was a late term, so I gave birth to my son, my Benjamin. I am furious with God, furious with m body, furious with something I may have done to cause it. Why did I fail? Why did God forsake me? How can I love my two children so much, but also want to never get out of bed again? I fantasize about running my car into other cars as hard as I can. I want someone else to feel what I am feeling.
September 13, 2012 at 11:18 pm
Rachel Jones
I found out that my baby was gone 2 months ago today. I am not sure but I think I feel more deeply broken, more angry, and more hopeless today. I have two healthy, beautiful girls already, and my husband says that I should focus on them and be grateful for them, but I am still catatonic with grief. The grief and anger I feel are deep and all encompassing. I struggle and fake my way through my work day, then cry for an hour during my long commute home. I feel like everyone is trying to understand, but really ready for me to move on. I feel like I will never be the same. I am obsessed with my loss, desperate to have another, but my husband does not want to as the pregnancy was unplanned. It was a late term, so I gave birth to my son, my Benjamin. I am furious with God, furious with m body, furious with something I may have done to cause it. Why did I fail? Why did God forsake me? How can I love my two children so much, but also want to never get out of bed again? I fantasize about running my car into other cars as hard as I can. I want someone else to feel what I am feeling.