I treid to aviod this thread, for the horrible memories it brings back, but I think I should share my personal experience with suicide.
A few years ago, I was sitting in my car waiting for a store to open. Across the street I noticed a young woman standing by an open window on the 5th floor of an apartment building. It got my attention because she was in a blue bathrobe and just standing there looking out. Something just looked odd about it. After about 15 minutes, I saw she was sitting sideways on the windowsill. I got scared and thought my god, she'd better be careful. I knew I didn't want to see someone accidentally fall out of a window, and it made me nervous. The store opened, I got out of the car and went in. By then, people were starting to notice and talking about it in the store. I live in NYC and have seen lots of crazy things, so I didn't think suicide, just stupid.
Well, about 10 more minutes pass and people started shouting. Lots of people ran out of the store to see what was going on. The woman had her legs out the window, sort of laying on her back on the windowsill, like she was going to slide out. At that point, all I could think of was I have to get away from here. I didn't want to see something that would probably haunt me forever. I hurried to get my items and get out, I was going to run to my car and get away. Then there was screaming and I knew she jumped. I almost went into a panic attack. It took about an hour for me to get myself to leave the store. I left, ran to my car, and took off. Thank God I didn't see the woman who I think was still laying on the sidewalk across the street. It was very crowded by then with police cars, fire engines and people.
After I got over the shock of what just happened, I felt such saddness than I ever felt before. How upset this woman had to be to do this. What made it so sad was that, looking back, I knew she must have been talking to herself the whole time, since the whole thing took maybe a half hour since I saw her standing at the window until she jumped. I have no idea how long she had actually been standing there. Maybe she was summoning her courage, maybe she had doubts about jumping, I just feel OMG in that time she took, why couldn't she have changed her mind. What personal pain and hell was she going through to make her do this.
Anyway, I didn't think she was selfish. I believe she was beyond that, that her perception was that she couldn't take it anymore, whatever "it" was. All she probably felt at that point was her pain. I think of a person burning up in a fire. If that person had a gun, they'd probably shoot themself in the head to end the pain of being burned alive. You can't reason, you can't think maybe you'll be saved, you can't think of loved ones, and if you do, you're probably thinking they'd be better off without you, your life has no value, you just know you need to end the pain. The pain takes over all rational thought.
I often wondered why she just didn't take pills and go to sleep and die. But after talking to some friends about it, they said that some people who commit suicide hate themselves so much that they want to punish themselves by destroying their physical body. Others say because taking pills give someone the chance to change their minds, call 911, before it's too late. Jumping doesn't give you the chance to back out once you're falling.
Anyway, sorry this is so long.