Suicide Prevention’s Biggest Problem: It Never “Gets Better”

FYI: people who die by suicide don’t “give up”, but that’s another rant for another post. Also, I used this picture because a) I took it and b) all the Unsplash pics on this topic suck shit. (Author’s pic and fingers.)

I recently started an “Ask Me Anything” about mental health and suicide prevention on my Instagram, and I have some pretty mixed feelings about it. And when I say “it”, that’s kind of misleading, because there is no end to the “it” about which I have mixed feelings — it’s more of “I have some pretty mixed feelings about they” and that’s not me trying to be cute or glib about gender pronouns.

I feel at once ill-equipped to be positioning myself as a sage-on-the-stage; someone who is even capable of answering even the most basic questions about mental health and/or suicide prevention (can there even be a basic question about those topics?) and, at the same time, I’m pretty comfortable in the role; I have years of experience as a front-line inpatient mental health provider, decades of being mentally ill myself, I’ve been doing suicide awareness advocacy work for years and while I’m no beauty prize, I’m at least comfortable in front of the camera (thanks, $96,000 undergraduate degree in theatre!). I am, frankly, grossed out by lots of people who are doing similar things to what I’m doing, and the fact that I will, once/if more people start watching, start comparing me to them, I will probably end up reaching down my own throat to pull out my spleen and insert pieces of it into my eyeballs just so I don’t have to see the comments. Of course…