Suicide- The Failsafe

I have been up for hours and am exhausted before the clock strikes eight. I eye the sink full of dirty items while the dishwasher lies four inches to the left. The house is silent and soon I know the air will be filled with anger.

 Walking outside I water the recently planted hydrangeas, knowing full well once I leave they will die, much like the limited peace that lies between the walls. I have come to think the house is cursed but then realize that things were like this before anyone moved into this home. Years of anger still scream through the roof and the house wants me back – but I will never grant the inner walls their wish.
 The large dog sits with me on the swing and cuddles next to me. He knows I will soon leave and his life will become empty again. My heart cries for him but it is either his life or mine and there is no other solution.


The lord of the manor is not in a good mood so I will embark on a journey somewhere else today.I pose him a few questions and nothing but silence follows my words and I immediately blame myself for his reaction as I did for years.

I know in my heart that I do not deserve this treatment but in my mind I am shaking with fear and anticipation that he might lash out at me for hours. How many more days can I endure this without falling apart? Yesterday morning I sank to the depths of hell and barely crawled out in time. There is no answer except possibly death that will find me relief from his distant presence. I am free but yet I am not, and I slowly sink into a hollow world where nothing hurts me.

 I wake up and feel the imaginary cloud of blackness cover me once again and it brings me back to a place I had been to a very long time ago.  My mind is breathing in a pit full of black sticky tar and there no way to save myself. Slowly I feel myself suffocating from my thoughts until I can no longer breathe and then I give in to the darkness again and became no more.

In my dream I awake with tears in my eyes and remember the day that was going to be the last day of my life. I dressed slowly that morning as I glanced around at my surroundings and knew they would suddenly be alone. I had made up my mind, ran down the stairs  and jumped on the bus to my destination. As I sat on the subway I closed my eyes as I went through the 6 minutes of darkness while the train went through the tube under the bay. It was almost like the dark before the storm and my fingers grasped the edge of the seat knowing there was no turning back.

I took the bus to the shore and watched the waves come in one by one. They were dark angry waves and I walked towards them inviting them to take me away to the sea. The edge of the waves tickled the toes of my shoes and beckoned me to walk further out into the bay. I knew if I followed their dark directions I would be immersed in a riptide of cold water with no chance to correct my mistake.

Instead I sat on a bench and wondered if I was going to suffer much when I carried out my obsessed ambition. I looked to the bridge and the fog still hung like Christmas stockings on the edges of the gray metal. Maybe if the bridge was merciful that same fog would carry me down softly to the depths below and simply ease me down slowly into final peace.

 
 I knew once I jumped it was going to be like hitting a concrete wall and if I was lucky it would take me less than five minutes to drown in the cold water where the bay met the sea. If I made a mistake and jumped feet first I might survive and live in pain for the rest of my life.  Did I want that? Was it not like what I was going through in real life and if I commit suicide will the wrath of the Devil come and push me to the boundaries of Hell?

For weeks I had thought of Golden Gate Bridge jumpers and mentally replayed them, fascinated that the end could be so near.  As I walked along the narrow road to the bridge my fear suddenly disappeared.   I had walked its length once before and knew that in 4 seconds I would be flying towards what I considered final freedom of my mind.

Death might take minutes as my body would plunge deep into the salty water where no angels would be rescuing me just yet. It would not be a pretty death and suddenly a silly thought of fish dining on my mortal remains scared me. Years of not being afraid to attempt the almost terminal extension of life had now been thwarted by the fear of fish.

 In the years that passed I knew the bridge would always be there to beckon those who had given up. The clouds of pills and mental pain would remain for years until I realized life was not a mistake.  One day a young child would display the same past thoughts as his mother and tales would be told that life was to appreciate and to live- for really we have all come too far to fail.
Photos and Text- Linda Seccaspina 2012
The words: “we have all come too far to fail” is from a literary friend of mine Rita Bourland. She wrote a poem today and I knew these words fit my blog about mistakes in your life.

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  1. Linda Seccaspina

    Thanks Hayley.
    Love you for doing this.
    HUGGGGGGG

  2. suzanne smith

    We have come too far to fail. I didn’t jump either. The thought of it from a bridge over a freeway in Seattle took my breath away tho. I thought of other ways too and did drawings of knives. No one noticed. Where does our love of self go? Why can humans go so deeply away? Never again. I vowed never again to go that low. Great post and the photos are perfect.

  3. Linda Seccaspina

    Thanks Suzanne. its my post for Zoomers tomorrow and going to slap it up on OS on Sunday when the crazies are not there.

  4. Barbara O'Brien

    I haven’t been online lately for various reasons. This is the first post I’ve read in quite a bit. I can not stop the tears. My brother walked into the river 3 years ago. Sometimes I’m just so pissed off at him but then I read something like this and I just hurt For him. That he felt like this. I wish I could have known that these were his thoughts. I’m still pissed but maybe not quite as much. I wish he was still here.

  5. Linda Seccaspina

    Barbara:
    I took a photoblog of the GG anniversary this year and people felt the emotion in the photos. I wish your brother could have told you how he felt but I just could not either. I share your pain as I have been through similar family incidents after my almost demise.

    We cannot control life but I know he is watching you. Just watch and sometimes you can see the signs. I see them with my late sister who died at 40.
    Sending the most massive hugs I can find.

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