JD Schramm: Break the silence for suicide survivors

From all outward appearances,

John had everything going for him.

He had just signed the contract

to sell his New York apartment

at a six-figure profit,

and he'd only owned it for five years.

The school where he graduated from with his master's

had just offered him a teaching appointment,

which meant not only a salary,

but benefits for the first time in ages.

And yet, despite everything going really well for John,

he was struggling,

fighting addiction and a gripping depression.

On the night of June 11th, 2003,

he climbed up to the edge

of the fence on the Manhattan Bridge

and he leaped to the treacherous waters below.

Remarkably --

no, miraculously --

he lived.

The fall shattered his right arm,

broke every rib that he had,

punctured his lung,

and he drifted in and out of consciousness

as he drifted down the East River,

under the Brooklyn Bridge

and out into the pathway of the Staten Island Ferry,

where passengers on the ferry

heard his cries of pain,

contacted the boat's captain

who contacted the Coast Guard

who fished him out of the East River

and took him to Bellevue Hospital.

And that's actually where our story begins.

Because once John committed himself

to putting his life back together --

first physically, then emotionally,

and then spiritually --

he found that there were very few resources available

to someone who has attempted to end their life

in the way that he did.

Research shows

that 19 out of 20 people

who attempt suicide

will fail.

But the people who fail

are 37 times more likely to succeed

the second time.

This truly is

an at-risk population

with very few resources to support them.

And what happens

when people try to assemble themselves back into life,

because of our taboos around suicide,

we're not sure what to say,

and so quite often we say nothing.

And that furthers the isolation

that people like John found themselves in.

I know John's story very well

because I'm John.

And this is, today,

the first time in any sort of public setting

I've ever acknowledged

the journey that I have been on.

But after having lost a beloved teacher in 2006

and a good friend last year to suicide,

and sitting last year at TEDActive,

I knew that I needed to step out of my silence

and past my taboos

to talk about an idea worth spreading --

and that is that people

who have made the difficult choice

to come back to life

need more resources and need our help.

As the Trevor Project says, it gets better.

It gets way better.

And I'm choosing to come out

of a totally different kind of closet today

to encourage you, to urge you,

that if you are someone

who has contemplated or attempted suicide,

or you know somebody who has,

talk about it; get help.

It's a conversation worth having

and an idea worth spreading.

Thank you.

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