Introspective Spiral

I’ve just sent off my draft to my counsellor talking about my most recent experience of suicidal thoughts and actions and of the journey back. Unsurprisingly it has raked up a lot of thoughts, emotions, and memories.

What has surprised me has been how much more difficult it has been to get it all down on paper rather than talking about it. It has done more than just make me stumble over those words, and had me in tears in the kitchen this evening.

Quite impressive for something barely over 900 words long. It took me five attempts to start, and in the end bluntness was the only way to make it happen. It mirrors the process of taking these things into session – building up and digging over implications and deductions to work out the whys and connections.

I may post it here at some point. If I do it will be heavily marked with warnings.

If you are in that dark lonely place, dare to reach out. Don’t let go. People will listen and care, and they may be the people you least expect. Don’t give up. Talk.

Short Story: Decision

(Trigger Warning for suicidal ideation)

The clock is ticking as you consider your options. If it wasn’t such a cliché you’d probably just step off right now and let what happens next…happen. The problem is that what you do next has ramifications for other people, not just for yourself. That’s the bit that makes you pause.

When I say the clock is ticking, that’s not just some metaphor intended to make you hurry up. You can hear it in the background right now as a steady sound slicing away the past from the haunch of today. It’s not as if there’s a complex mechanism at work either, it’s simply one of those battery operated office wall clocks.

It’s cheaply mounted on a nail that someone drove into the wall about three redecorations ago, if the paint layers are anything to go by. By all rights, it shouldn’t be making that much noise, but there’s something grinding in the tiny bearings. The dry rasping click of the second hand as it sweeps to terminate another minute is relentless.

They say that hyperawareness of your surroundings kicks in at moments of decision like this. My experience is that it’s a bit of a white lie. If you’re focused and determined the world actually shrinks to the important bits. Otherwise all this noise and detail is your mind trying to distract you from something you haven’t committed to.

The brain is good at protecting itself like that. It hides memories away while you process trauma, and picks memories in response to stimuli to remind you of similar experiences. Perhaps that’s why the ticking clock has caught you, right in this moment. You remember that time is passing, and things change. That what people say and do is of the moment they are in, and not necessarily for forever.

You remember that your problem is temporary, but this solution would be permanent; and as facile and clichéd as the ticking clock and that statement is: it’s enough.You step back from the window ledge, back down to the floor, and let people gather you up in safety and support.

Time to live a bit more.