The Dark Night of the Soul- Part 2

In this second part of our topic on suicide (click here for part 1), I would like to discuss the more intimate factors associated with suicide. Perhaps we could reframe it by asking, “Why people kill themselves”?

The answer, as I mentioned in the first posting, is complex. There is no one single answer that would explain that tragic behavior. However, in my many years working with very distressed and hurting people as well as reading and thinking on this subject, I have come to see four factors, which seem to be present in one way or another in the mind of those who are contemplating suicide.

The Four Factors

 

  • Hopelessness. Many years ago, a very prominent American Psychiatrist, Dr Aaron Beck, who is also known as the ‘father” of Cognitive Therapy, noticed that an item in his depression questionnaire highly correlated with likelihood for self-harm, including completed suicides. This item dealt with a sense of hopelessness. Later, he developed a whole questionnaire known as the Beck’s Hopelessness Scales to evaluate this very important construct. The person who is at high risk for suicide is the person who has lost the sense of the future, who develops strong pessimistic attitudes, has very low motivation to do anything, and has limited expectations regarding life and others. In working with very depressed people over the years, I have seen repeatedly that it is not the degree of adversity in the person’s life, but the loss of hope that is critical. It reminds me of the quote from Nietzsche “give a person a why and he can deal with any how”. No matter how much pain and suffering a person experiences, if hope exists, if there is a point to everything (a “why”) then he can deal with the greatest of difficulties. On the other hand, once hope is lost, life tends to go the same way. The beautiful, courageous and tragic story of Ann Frank reminds us of this principle. This young Jewish adolescent hid with her family is an attic of a house in Amsterdam during WWII. Her diary shows despite her precarious situation, she was hopeful and joyful. She kept hoping for the day of liberation, and her future life. Sadly, they were betrayed and the Nazis sent them to concentration camps, and there she fought on, resisted this evil with all her might, until her older sister died. Ann, who had so gallantly and courageously battled fear, horror, hunger, and disease, felt there was no more hope and let go of life; she stopped fighting and surrendered herself to despair. Just four weeks later, the allied forces liberated her concentration camp.
Otto Frank visits the attic
  • Pain. Edwin Shneidman, in his seminal work on suicide, created the term “psychache” to describe the depths of psychological pain, hurt, and anguish a person experiences when contemplating suicide. While in sadness and depression, we always feel a level of pain, this is a more intense, despairing and alienating type of pain. As a Psychologist dealing with people in this state, I always felt this huge emotional divide when trying to reach out, to succor, and to bring hope. This is not only a hurtful pain, but also an alienating type of pain, which cuts people off from others. A person who suffers this type of pain, feels no one understands or can understand. This person feels alone, desperate and hopeless.
  • Anger. Sigmund Freud in his pioneering work in Psychoanalysis theorized that one prominent reason why people developed depression was through an unconscious mechanism in which anger, initially felt against other people, is introjected (turned inward) against the self. This is possible because we carry within ourselves our histories and the image of important people in our lives, even those who have hurt us. Therefore, the anger we feel towards them we direct it to their internal representations in our minds. At some point, this anger, or better-said “rage” is let loose and becomes murderous rage against the self. When I was in training I had a supervisor who used to say that suicide was the ultimate “fuck you”, referring to this concept in which the act of killing oneself is a defiance, a message, towards others whom have hurt us and whom we hate. Independently of the veracity of this theory, the person who is suicidal is typically very angry as well, although as frequently, this anger is not acknowledged.
  • Guilt. The final horseman of this apocalyptic self-destruction is guilt. This emotion, as all emotions, carries within itself, a set of consequences. A person who is guilty feels the need to be punished. It is only through punishment that guilt can be released, paid for, and the emotional debt, be once for all, finally settled. When guilt is unbearable and the hope for forgiveness is not available, suicide becomes the ultimate and proper method of paying that debt. A common misconception in PTSD is that people develop symptoms due to witnessing or living through horrific images of horror or destruction. While it is true that witnessing experiences of this nature will affect us in emotional ways, most people will, with time, feel better and return to normal functioning. In most severe cases of PTSD, the dynamics are very often consistent with feelings of guilt regarding what the soldier did or failed to do, which resulted in pain, suffering or loss of life. Now this guilt does not have to be “logical, real” so to speak, it only needs to exist in the person’s psyche as a constant reality and accuser of his actions. Sometimes this guilt takes unusual form such as the well-known “survivor guilt” in which the soldier feels guilty not because his actions (or lack of) but just because he survived and the common expression of this existential dilemma is “why me, why was I spared”? Another interesting twist to this guilt is the man who becomes horrified to find he had the capacity to enjoy killing and destroying the lives of other people. I have seen variations of these themes in almost all of the cases I have treated with severe PTSD, and this is a very difficult obstacle to overcome.

Where do we go from here?

There is very little doubt that the person experiencing these kinds of emotions, needs to find professional help. The good news in this tragic story is that people do recover and hope flourishes again in the desert of our hearts. War changes people, but beyond the horrific consequences of battle, the person you become is not dependent on the events themselves but on the choices you make, in the face of those events. Who you are at any given time in your life, is not the sum total of all your experiences, although those are indeed primordial. Who you are and who you become is who you choose to be; we are our existential choices.  An old priest told me of his experiences counseling those who were about to die in a firing squad (this was right after a revolution in a Latin American country). Some men had to be dragged and tied to the post, while they cried and begged for their lives, while others walked to their deaths with defiance, refused the blindfold and died yelling at their executioners or praying and singing to God; same fate, different attitude. I was a young adolescent when I heard this story, and throughout my life I always wondered if placed on that situation how would I die. Most importantly, this story always reminded me that I am and I become my choices, even when those choices may just only be the choice of my attitude.  

If you or someone you know is facing these demons, seek out help. The very first step in any type of recovery is the acknowledgment of the problem and the decision to do something about it. The road to recovery may not be easy, but good and wonderful things do not come easy, they take work and commitment. You need to realize the need to open up the old wounds and face them, talk about them, tell them to another human being who will be there for you. You need to find in your heart to forgive yourself for real or imaginal wrongs you did or for the failure to act; to forgive others, to let go of the guilt and the anger you have been harboring for years. You need to find new purposes and goals, new meaning, to renew hope, to heal the pain and to find the path you will walk for the rest of your life. You will not forget your memories, those will always be there, but your understanding of them, your relationship to them and your reaction to them, that will change, and that change will make you free.

Many aspects of this process are not only psychological but spiritual as well. Long before we had psychiatrists and psychologists, people would come to their parishes and spiritual leaders for healing and guidance; it worked for them and it can work for you as well. Confession, forgiveness, and renewal, ancient practices that are never too old or outdated for us to use them.

Galgano Guidotti was a knight who fought bravely in the Crusades and upon his return, he carried with him the invisible wounds of the soul. The story is told that in his despair, he stuck his sword in a rock and turned to God for healing, changing his life forever. Today there is a small chapel in the Galgano Monastery in Montesiepi in Tuscany, Italy where that sword can be seen. It still stands as a reminder of a warrior who found peace and a new purpose in his life; if he did it, you can also do it.

-Spartan

 


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The Dark Night of the Soul- Part 1

This is the first part of two-part postings on suicide. The first part deals with a general introduction to the problem and the concept of risk and protective factors. The second part will address more intrapersonal, individual factors and possible options to find hope and relief. However, it is important to keep in mind this is a very complex subject that resists any attempt to quick fixes or easy solutions. We humbly approach this deadly subject with hopes at understanding it better and hopefully finding possible solutions.

The man in front of me was looking distressed and his words were coming out with great difficulty. He was a platoon SGT, with multiple combat deployments, and currently having problems with chronic pain, poor sleep, and depression. As we discussed his background and his military experience, something seemed not right. As we progressed in our interview, I asked him if something had occurred recently. He looked up to me and said, “Yesterday I found out one of my guys from my platoon in Afghanistan committed suicide, he was like a son to me”

For those of us in the military, these are sadly, common occurrences. We all know somebody or know of somebody, who has taken his life. The news is devastating. These men have been in combat, shared great dangers and adversities, and through it all, they survived and came home only to end their lives at their own hands.  We feel sad, powerless, angry, and we ask ourselves why?

It may be surprising to some, but there was a time in the past that suicide in the military was much lower (20% and more in some cases) than in the civilian population; in fact, being in the military used to be a protective factor. However, all of that began to change around 2004, and suicide rates have continued to rise and maintain at levels much higher that our civilians counterparts. By 2012, when we were still significantly involved in combat operations, more soldiers died by suicide than those killed in action, a very sobering fact. It does not take a genius to see that the rise in suicide rates corresponded to the onset of the Iraq and Afghanistan wars our longest wars to date. Yet, the statistical link between deployments and suicide is at best weak or non-existent, a fact that adds complexity to this issue.

There are hundreds of studies and millions of dollars spent in trying to find a solution, or even an understanding to this perplexing problem. One factor however, which seems significant is that suicide rates are much higher for those who separate early from the military or separate under less than honorable conditions. This fact alone, underlines the importance of transition issues, of losing connection with our brothers in arms, and of finding oneself lost in a world we do not seem to fit in very well and we do not seem to be well equipped to survive and thrive.

A significant line of research, mostly based on statistical and epidemiological studies of suicide populations, focuses on risk and protective factors; that is, what are the factors or elements that render a person more vulnerable or likely to commit suicide versus the factors that tend to protect the person from it. While this research is helpful and promising in many respects, if fails in two fundamental aspects. The first one is clearly linked to the weakness of correlational studies; that an association exist between to variables, does not implies causation, it only suggests a relationship ( that a rooster crows at sunrise does not mean that the sun makes the rooster crows).  The second one is similar, that while a set of factors may predict a likely behavior from a member of a given population, it can’t never predict the behavior of a specific member of that population. For example, risk factors may tell us that soldiers who display those factors have a higher likelihood to hurt themselves, but it cannot tell us that a specific soldier, SGT Smith will do so.

Nevertheless, risk and protective factors are place to start in helping us think more concretely about suicide and in ways to prevent it from occurring.  Here is a short list of those factors.

Risk and Protective Factors

 

Risk Factors    Protective  Factors
 

Mental disorders

Prior history of suicidal behavior

Personality Disorders

Personality Traits (anger, impulsivity)

Hopelessness

Substance Use

Stressful life events (loss of job, partner)

Lack of Social Support

Single/divorced

Cognitive Problems

Chronic illnesses (Pain, TBI, etc)

Demographics (white, male )

Access to lethal means

Family history of mental illness

History of childhood abuse/neglect

 

Social Support

Being Married

Religious affiliation

Character strengths

Life Satisfaction

Positive mood

Hope

Self-esteem

Meaning and purpose

Coping ability

Adaptability

Meaningfully employed.

Life goals

 

A quick look at this list may suggest some possible ways to minimize risk. Some factors are of course, impervious to change; we can’t alter our race and gender neither can we alter our lives’ histories. Who we are biologically, and what has happened to us, is determined and unchangeable. On the other hand, there are many factors we can change or modify which may enhance and enrich our lives and in doing so, protect us from self-destruction. Maintaining a sense of connection and belongings, fostering primary relationships, returning or coming to Faith, seeking professional help, taking care of our basic needs (employment, housing, etc) and developing life goals and purpose may be a place to start. There are no easy solutions, and even those actions we could take may not be completely under out control. Even our willingness, disposition and desire may be lacking. However, it is not the size of the problem, but the strength of our character that will carry the day; we need to believe that and commit ourselves to that ideal.

SPARTAN

 

 


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It’s Time for a Buddy System

I read a story this morning about a veteran who killed himself after his call to the VA for help went to voicemail. Besides the obvious reason for getting pissed off, I’ve been asking myself a lot lately, “what are you going to do about it?”  I’m done bitching and whining, it’s time for action.

The DOD has no idea why soldiers are killing themselves more now than ever before.  I know most of us think it’s because of the wars, but nope, there is no correlation between combat and suicide.  They are also not spending any money figuring out the cause by the way.

The point is this:  We need to band together as a veteran community and start taking care of ourselves; it’s obvious no one else is going to.  There are a lot of great organizations out there like Warrior360 and 22kill that are veteran run and really doing a lot of good, but I want to take it a step further:

I want YOU to get involved.

Here’s what you need to do:

  1. Identify a buddy, tag them in this post, or if you don’t have facebook, comment below.  This is a public declaration that they are your buddy.
  2. If you don’t have a buddy in mind, then please comment that you need a buddy and state your location and date of service.  We will find you one.
  3. You will talk to your buddy at a minimum once a week.  You will ask difficult questions about their finances, relationships, and mental state
  4. You and your buddy will answer honestly
  5. If your buddy goes into a dark place, you are the first line of defense to get him help
  6. You will take this role seriously

None of this is new to any of you, we’ve all done it before.  We are making a formal buddy assignment.

It’s time for us to band together, set up our security perimeter and watch out for each other…no one else is going to do it for us.

 

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Preventing Veteran Suicide

Suicide hotline:  1-800-273-8255

Every day a veteran somewhere takes his life.  It’s one of the most tragic circumstances and often the deaths that hit us hardest when we get that phone call.

I’ve had four friends take their lives.  They all bothered me, but one in particular keeps coming to mind because he reached out to me years before and I feel like I could have done more.

Rob Kislow was a young private in my platoon when we deployed to Afghanistan in 2005.  I had only been the platoon leader for a matter of weeks before we deployed, and I had been in the Army for less than a year.  About a month into our deployment, our platoon was sent to support a special forces team in a rural part of Afghanistan along the Pakistan border.

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My platoon was going to be split up into two separate units to run missions in the area and I took the mission that I thought was going to be the more dangerous one; I didn’t want to miss out on the action.  On June 10, 2005, soldiers from Bravo company 3rd platoon got into one of the largest firefights of that entire deployment, and I was hours away on a separate mission…on foot.

When I think of the worst days in my military career, June 10th is always near the top of the list.  I sat by the radio for hours listening to my guys get shot up, completely unable to do ANYTHING to support them.  I watched as helicopters flew over my position heading to the fight, trying to find a way to get there to no avail.

The fight went on for hours, and I could hear the 9-line MEDEVAC requests come in with explosions in the background.  One killed, two evacuated, several others injured but ambulatory.

SFC Victor Cervantes, a Green Beret just days away from going home, was part of the ODA team that came to join the fight in progress; he was killed by the enemy while clearing a wadi.

Rob Kislow was shot three times, once in the ankle, once in the wrist, and the third bullet penetrated his helmet and came out the other side, scraping along the back of his head.  Rob saw the guy that shot him, but because the Afghan soldiers didn’t wear a uniform, he hesitated before taking a shot to avoid friendly fire, and was blasted by a burst of 7.62 from the enemy’s AK.  PFC Collazo saw this and took the enemy out, thinking Kislow had been killed when he saw the helmet fly into the air.  Collazo began to administer first aid and Rob was evacuated, eventually making it to Walter Reed where they determined that his leg needed to be amputated.

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When we returned from the deployment, the company commander, 1SG, myself, and my platoon sergeant went to visit Kislow at Walter Reed.  As soon as we walked in, Rob looked at the PSG and said, “Fuck You Sergeant!”  We all froze and the big vein in the center of my PSG’s head popped out immediately, Rob continued, “You can try to smoke me all you want! I can do flutter kicks all day!”  He began doing flutter kicks in his bed, the nub where his leg would have been flew up and down.  We all had a good laugh, some hugs, and sat and talked with him for some time.

I don’t remember much what we talked about that day, but I do remember him calling for the nurse.  He said something about “phantom pain” and “this fucking button isn’t working” referencing his medication dispenser, then yelled, “it’s a fucking TEN ok!”  He seemed to be in constant pain.

I didn’t know what to do or say.  I was a 23 year old kid and I had no training on how to deal with this.  What did he need to hear?  What could I say to help?  I didn’t know, so I sat there in silence, hoping that just being there was enough.

Months later I got a call from Rob late one night.  I was sitting on my couch watching TV when my phone rang.  I answered chipper, but Rob was in a bad place.  We talked for about an hour, most of which was me listening to him cry, “my fucking leg is gone sir!  It’s fucking gone.  I failed you guys.  I should have been there.  I came home too soon.”  He repeated that over and over, and again I didn’t know what to say.  I don’t remember what I said, but I remember hanging up and sitting there on my couch in silence.  The TV was still on, but muted, and I thought about my friend…but I didn’t do any more.

If I had known that was the last time that I would hear Rob’s voice, I might have gotten into my car and driven the four and a half hours to Walter Reed.  I was a single guy, I didn’t have much else going on in my life, I could have done it.

Rob battled with PTSD for almost seven more years after that phone call, but he never once contacted me again beyond an accepted friend request on Facebook.  Two years ago I was stunned to find out that he took his life and his fiancée’s mother’s life too.  I thought he was ok, I had no idea.

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I’m not sure that I could have changed anything if I had been more involved, but because I wasn’t, that thought remains in my mind.  It’s the reason I’ve made an effort to get back in touch with my old buddies.  It’s why I have asked you to do the same, and it’s why I started this endeavor.

All the time, money, and effort put into making CONUS Battle Drills happen will be worthwhile if we can keep even ONE guy from taking his life.  If I can help a guy through the stressful transition time to start a career, bolster his relationship with his wife, and connect with his children, maybe I can show them there’s hope after all.  Maybe I can make it easier to take the time to deal with the demons in his mind.  If nothing else, maybe I can show him that he’s not alone, there are millions of us out there that will call him brother.

So if you are reading this, get in touch with someone and let them know you’re there.   It will be good for both of you, and if you have had suicidal thoughts, please call the number below and get help.  Life is worth it, it’s beautiful, and you shouldn’t miss out.

1-800-273-8255

 

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-LJF