I recently talked to a male friend who had attempted suicide this last winter. It never occurred to me that he would be struggling in that way as he is generally a fun and upbeat character, who loves the Lord. He had a lot going for him and then one day, everything collapsed. The ministry he was involved in, the girlfriend he had, and the place he had lived, was lost all at once.
What is it about loss that so does a man in?
I did a study into suicide rates for youths over a year ago. I learned a thing or two about suicide. In America males commit suicide four times as much as women. Over 77% of suicides are males. This is a persistent fact historically, and internationally.
Many often rebound this fact by saying, “Well the studies show women have more suicidal thoughts.” But isn’t that response only belittling the reality of men who have actually carried it out? I think so. We might as well be confessing that women’s suicidal thoughts are more important than men’s suicides. Statistics on people’s thoughts are not empirical evidence anyway and highly subjective. How do men think less about suicide but yet kill themselves four times as much?
I think it is safe to say that most of those men who commit suicide have done so not only because they have tried and felt they failed in life but also because they lost what they felt was too much. What is “too much”? Well, any man ready to shoot himself will tell you…
In April 2016 the New York Times reported about the 30 year high. The suicide rate of men and women aged 45-64 had a sharp increase. This is the Baby Boomer/Hippie generation. Obviously their philosophies in the 60s and 70s didn’t hold their salt and now they are more miserable than previous generations. The super-smart researchers tell us that they discovered that it has to do with money. Talk about a banal conclusion. That certainly wasn’t the reason for my friend’s suicide attempt. He was fine with the job and finances.
Also of particular note is the sharp increase in suicide among women. The rate for girls aged 10-14 tripled. American Indian female’s suicide rate rose 89 percent. White middle-aged women had an increase of 80 percent. Feminism is failing. “Female-empowering” media and movies like Frozen aren’t working. These statistics tell the true story of American life. If they didn’t the government wouldn’t be spending hundreds of millions of dollars to obtain them.
A spike in suicide rates among white middle-aged women in the last decade is particularly interesting. These women are the pioneers (or guinea pigs) of the feminist movement. Scores of young women in the 60s and 70s jumped on the bandwagon of “liberation” thinking that they were headed for something great and noble. Now that they have reached middle-age (45-64) they have become more suicidal.
I make a big deal of suicide rates because there are few better indicators of health for any given society. Blaming suicide on money or jobs is almost dubious. If that’s really the reason how is that Kenya’s suicide rate is 6 per 100,000 while America’s is 14 per 100,000? Kenya’s unemployment rate is 80%. People there have nothing. During my time spent there, I remember watching a pastor praise God to his church for being given a cell phone. It was as significant to him and his congregation as a pastor in America to be given a house. Meanwhile Kenyans sing and dance. Everywhere. Even in the infamous Kibera slums, the kids play happily. No one’s sulking in the corner thinking suicidal thoughts. Not even the boys who live on the streets inhaling glue day in and day out. Why? Perhaps it’s because at the end of the day they have each other.
When the culture gives birth to movies like Frozen, glorifying and selling the idea of a young woman being alone in a cold, dark prison of ice, should we be surprised if the suicide rate among women is rapidly increasing? Again, the rate for girls aged 10-14 tripled. Where is all that pressure and insecurity coming from at so early an age?
Aloneness is exactly where Satan wants his victims to be. Jesus was not confronted by Satan until he was alone in the wilderness. It is no place for any human, ever (alone-time notwithstanding).
Robin Williams, who committed suicide, sheds more light on the issue by saying, “I used to think that the worst thing in life was to end up alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone.”