White males: Don't kill yourselves
Christ meant for you to live a full life before calling you home; don't leave earth before your time; stay strong, survive, and live for better days
I have written a number of articles for White males, and in one of my recent ones, I talked about the dangers of the coming military draft. Since I wrote that article, I have noticed that many more people have finally woken up about a military draft, and I’m seeing tons of articles from various writers here on Substack. While I am glad that people are talking about a draft, there is another danger to White males that I am going to cover in this article: suicide.
You might not know it, but White males have the highest suicide rate of any group in America:
If we consider the political and social climate in America and other western countries, this statistic is not surprising at all. White males are hated by many in their own societies, and are blamed for everything. Western media spews non-stop, 24x7 hate propaganda against White males. Is it any wonder that some White males internalize this hate and then turn it inward against themselves?
The White males I have known who took their own lives
Over the course of my life, I have had five White males I knew kill themselves. One was a guy I knew in high school, three were guys I knew when I was a boy, and the fourth was the brother of a friend of mine.
The first guy who took his life was someone I knew in high school. He took his life in a cemetery, of all places, and I remember going to his wake and funeral. It happened after we had all graduated from high school, when I was in college, so it was my first experience with the suicide of someone I knew. The scenes at his wake and funeral were terrible, his family grieved so hard for him that it was truly awful to see. Their pain was so deep and profound that it took my breath away.
The second guy was someone I knew in childhood. I ran into his brother on Facebook and he told me that his brother had passed away. He would not say what happened to him, but that is usually an indication it was suicide in one form or another. This made sense to me, as the guy who likely killed himself was what I call “emotionally impetuous,” meaning that he was quick to anger and mood changes. I can see him deciding one day to end his life, for one reason or another. He was in his late 30s when he died.
In the case of the third guy, I had done a web search to try to find him, as I wished to reconnect with him. Imagine my surprise when I found that he had killed himself. He was one of the smartest guys I ever knew, and I was shocked that he had been gone for years and I did not know it. I connected with his mother on Facebook, and she was still posting photos of him and grieving. Such parents never get over such a loss, and who can blame them?
I found out later that the third guy was on anti-depressants. His mother speculated that they got the dose wrong, but who knows? Those damn pills seem to make depression worse in people sometimes, and it might be that the medication messed his head up more than it would have been otherwise. Worse, he was married and had adopted a child. He was 38 when he killed himself.
The fourth guy committed a different kind of suicide, it played out over many years. I met him when we were boys. I was 10, and he was 12. We slept out in his tent, in a field near the woods behind the apartment complex we lived in. I remember that night well. At the time, I wondered if a bear would come out of the woods and kill and eat us! What if it were a polar bear? Those are especially scary. There were no bears in those woods, of course, and it was just a young boy’s imagination running wild as the shades of night closed in over a small tent in a field.
My friend, alas, became an alcoholic. I lost touch with him many years ago, but a couple of years ago, a mutual friend contacted me and told me that he had died of alcohol poisoning. I do not know what demons drove him to the bottle, but his torment lasted many years. What a terrible loss for his family. Some suicides are quick, while others take a very long time to complete. He was 54 years old when he died.
The fifth guy was the brother of a friend. I saw him at a party at another friend’s house a few weeks before he killed himself. I thought he had had a great deal to drink, and he seemed very out of it. However, I did not think much of it at that time, as some people do drink to excess at such events. A few weeks later, I got a call from my friend who had hosted the party that he was dead, and he was only 29 years old.
My friend grieved deeply for his brother, and hosted a charity event in his name for ten years after his brother died. But, as with all suicides, the survivors never really get over it, they just learn to live with it. That is all that any human being can do, as no human has the power to bring someone back from the dead.
I have prayed for the peace of the souls of all five of the White males I knew who took their own lives, as well as for their families and friends. When I look back at them in my memories from many years ago, it is inconceivable to me that their lives could have ended that way. They were so young when I knew them, so full of life and energy.
God rest their souls. 🙏🏻
My own despair and near-suicide last year
And now I shall share my own story about suicide with you. Last year, around July, I felt that I needed to end my own life. I had it all planned out: how I would do it and where I would do it. I had considered what to do with my belongings and the letters I would leave to friends and family, explaining why I had taken my own life. I did not wish for them to wonder, “Why did he do it?” and that sort of thing. So I wanted to make sure that I said goodbye, asked for their forgiveness, and explained why I needed to end my life.
Obviously, I did not go through with it, or I would not be writing this article. So what stopped me? Why didn’t I take my own life? And why did I wish to do so in the first place?
There were a number of reasons why I felt I needed to die at that time: Life weariness, aging, a financial implosion, the general climate in the country, and overall a sense of despair and a feeling that I had outlived my time. I remembered how things used to be back in the 80s, and I longed to go back to that time, or at least to end my existence in this time. I felt that my best days were long behind me and that there was little to live for in the days ahead.
Why didn’t I do it? The first reason is Jesus Christ. Christ, as I said earlier, will call all of us home at the appointed time. It is not for us to leave earth before our time, and only he knows when that time is for each of us. So faith in Christ helped protect me and gave me pause for thought as I considered ending my life. I did not wish to disappoint him by ending the life he gave me before my time.
The second reason is that I have two pets that live with me. When I took them in, I made a promise that I would care for them until they died, or I died. I could not bear the thought of abandoning them and not knowing what would happen to them after my death. Who would care for them? What would become of them? Those questions caused me great trepidation and fear. My pets rely on me for everything, and I could not imagine leaving them to end up here or there with no way of knowing what would happen to them.
The third reason is that my death would have hurt my friends and family. I saw what happened when other men I knew killed themselves. The wounds they caused in those who knew them were deep, profound, and could never really heal. The people they left behind could only learn to live with the suicide of a friend or family member. The sadness and pain for the survivors were a life-long consequence every time a holiday or birthday came around and their loved one was not with them.
So I did not kill myself. I decided to survive as best I could. My pets are why I do low-wage deliveries to survive financially, and why I have kept going even when I desperately wanted to close my eyes for the final time and fade away into the past. I must keep going for them until Christ calls me home to be judged by him and, I hope, to be in Heaven with him.
So now you know that you are not alone if you have had suicidal thoughts, my friends. It happens to the best of us, and none of us is immune from that temptation. Remember also that when you have those thoughts, they do not come from you, they come from Lucifer. It is his voice in your head that calls you to your death. But remember also that there is another voice, the voice of Christ, that calls you to live and to survive for better days. 🙏🏻
Warning signs and other information about suicide
Here are some warning signs that someone might be suicidal:
Here some risk factors to consider:
And here are protective factors that can stop someone from committing suicide:
If you are having suicidal thoughts, please reach out to someone who can help. You can call 988 to connect with support who can help you survive:
Don’t give up, don’t despair, and live for better days
I know that some of you are going through difficult times, and I want you to know that your life has value and meaning in and of itself. You were meant to be here and to live a full life before Christ calls you home. He does not want you to leave your life before your time. So remember this: YOU MATTER! YOUR LIFE MATTERS! Get the support you need to get through whatever crisis or condition you are facing in your life.
Don’t give up, keep going, and live for better days, my dear friends. 🥰
I will leave you with the video of a favorite song of mine. It is a song about suicide and how you should hold on until you get your second wind. I think you know the artist, and I commend him for creating this song. Take it to heart, and may Christ bless and protect you all. 🙏🏻
PS: If that video isn’t enough to make you feel better, then try this short one from TikTok:
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Without them, we wouldn’t have a drink of water or water for bathing or anything we would be dead in a couple of days if those men did not do their job and bring us water
99% of the construction men, now they put token woman to do nothing but make the men more unsafe. Anyway, you guys are the ones who build the roof over our head. Please don’t forget that.
You guys bring us the gas and electricity we need to heat and make food
Please don’t forget that
You are the mechanics, the farmers, The architects, the oilman, the fisherman, the Hunter
You do literally everything that’s important to us all to survive
Please don’t forget that
Re your third example, on anti-depressants (SSRI"s I imagine?), A MidWestern Doctor (The Forgotten Side of Medicine) did a long post (summer '23, I rhink) on the suicidal idealogy which is a not-infrequent side-effect of SSRI's. How many of our school shooters have been prescribed these drugs?