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September is Suicide Prevention Month in the United States. National Suicide Prevention Week runs September 6 through 12 this year, and September 10 is World Suicide Prevention Day, observed around the world. The international theme running through 2026 is “Changing the Narrative on Suicide,” and its call to action is only three words long: start the conversation.

I want to take that invitation seriously, and I want to take it somewhere specific. I am a psychoanalytic therapist trained in depth psychology. The tradition I work in has spent more than a century sitting with people in some of the darkest places a mind can go. Not looking away. Not rushing to reassure. Listening carefully enough to ask what suicidal pain is actually saying.

One thing this tradition has taught me is that the wish to die is often much more complicated than a wish for death. It can contain grief and despair, certainly, but also rage, humiliation, shame, self-punishment, revenge, protest, a desperate wish to be seen, or simply an overwhelming need for unbearable pain to stop. It can contain the conviction that one has become a burden to everyone around them. It can contain the collapse of the ability to imagine a future different from the present. And very often, somewhere alongside all of this, another part of the person is still trying to live.

Some of what psychoanalysis has taught me changed how I sit with people in suicidal pain. Some of it changed how I understand the mind itself. Some of it even changed how I built a piece of software. All of it, I think, makes the conversation easier to start.

The Narrative That Needs Changing

The old narrative goes something like this: suicide comes out of nowhere. It happens to other kinds of people. Asking someone about it is dangerous because you might put the idea in their head. And if you suspect someone is struggling, perhaps the kindest thing is not to bring it up at all.

Every clause of that story is wrong, and every clause deepens the silence in which suicidal pain becomes more dangerous.

The one I most want to retire is the fear of asking. Decades of research have repeatedly found that asking someone directly about suicide does not plant the idea in their mind. People who are struggling already know the idea exists. What they may not know is whether you can bear to hear about it.

That is what the question answers. “Are you thinking about suicide?” Asked calmly and directly, the question tells another person: You do not have to protect me from knowing how bad this is. You can say the thing you have been trying not to say. And sometimes there is enormous relief in that.

I have seen this outside the consulting room too. I have facilitated a peer support group for people living with bipolar disorder since 2014, and one of the most reliable things I have witnessed there is the way a room exhales when the hardest subject is finally allowed to exist in words. Nothing terrible happens. The opposite happens. The subject gets smaller and the people get bigger. Something that had been occupying the whole room suddenly has edges. It can be pointed to, asked about, and shared. What was unspeakable has not disappeared, but it is no longer invisible.

There is a particular cruelty to silence. What cannot be spoken has nowhere to go. It simply circles inside the person carrying it, growing more convincing with every lap. Changing the narrative on suicide starts there, with the discovery, made one conversation at a time, that speaking about suicidal pain is safer than leaving someone alone with it.

What More Than a Century of Listening Has Learned

Psychoanalysis does not have a monopoly on understanding suicide, and modern suicide prevention rightly draws from many disciplines. But depth psychology has spent more than a century listening closely to what happens inside a mind that wants to disappear. Several ideas from that tradition are worth carrying into any conversation we might start this month.

The Attack Has an Author

In 1917, Freud noticed something strange about the self-hatred of severe depression. Listen closely to it and it often does not sound like ordinary self-criticism. It sounds like a prosecution: You are worthless. You ruin everything. Everyone would be better without you. You deserve this.

Freud's insight in Mourning and Melancholia was that this merciless internal voice often has a relational history. Something that once existed between a person and someone important to them has been taken inside. Rage, disappointment, rejection, humiliation, or cruelty that belonged to a relationship can become redirected against the self. “The shadow of the object,” Freud wrote, “fell upon the ego.”

It is one of psychoanalysis's most beautiful sentences, but also one of its most useful. Other people leave fingerprints on the way we speak to ourselves. Sometimes those fingerprints are loving. Sometimes they are not. A voice heard often enough from the outside can eventually stop sounding borrowed. It moves in. It learns your name. Eventually, it speaks in the first person: I am worthless. I ruin everything. There is something wrong with me.

That distinction matters enormously because “I am worthless” is a verdict, while “something inside me keeps telling me that I am worthless” is an observation. The first sentence closes the case. The second reopens it. Suddenly there are two things in the room: the person and the voice attacking them. Now we can become curious about the voice. Where did it come from? Why does it become louder when I am ashamed, rejected, frightened, or alone? Whose language does it resemble? Why have I mistaken its certainty for truth?

A voice with a history is not the same thing as a fact.

And what has a history can be examined, questioned, and slowly disarmed.

Sometimes the Rage Turns Inward

There is another psychoanalytic idea about suicide that I think is important, particularly because it complicates the assumption that suicidal states are made only of sadness and despair. Sometimes the wish to destroy the self contains aggression that once had somewhere else to go.

As a psychoanalytic therapist trained in depth psychology, I have learned to listen to depression not only for sorrow, but also for anger. Freud understood melancholia partly in these terms. When we lose someone, feel abandoned by them, are humiliated or betrayed by them, or remain painfully attached to someone we also resent, the feelings involved are rarely simple. We can love someone and hate them. Need them and rage at them. Miss them and want to punish them.

The difficulty is that not everyone can experience those feelings as safely belonging to the other person. Sometimes anger feels too dangerous. Sometimes the relationship feels too necessary to risk. Sometimes a person has learned that anger makes them bad, unlovable, frightening, or deserving of abandonment. Sometimes the person toward whom the rage is directed is already gone, emotionally unavailable, or impossible to reach.

But aggression does not necessarily disappear because it cannot be expressed. Sometimes it changes direction.

The psychoanalytic tradition has long understood some forms of self-destruction this way. What cannot be directed toward the other becomes directed toward the self. The person becomes both attacker and attacked, prosecutor and defendant, punisher and punished. The fist that cannot be raised against the other becomes a fist raised against the self.

This helps explain something that can otherwise seem puzzling about severe depression. The language of self-hatred can have an almost violent quality: I am disgusting. I ruin everything. I deserve to suffer. When I hear language like this, I do not only hear a person describing themselves. I become curious about the aggression contained inside the description. Who is angry here? Who disappointed whom? Who was not allowed to be hated? Where was this anger supposed to go?

Underneath I hate myself there can sometimes be another sentence that has been much harder to say: I hate what you did to me. I hate that you left. I hate that I needed you. I hate that you did not see how much I was hurting.

This does not mean that every suicidal person secretly wants to kill someone else, nor does it mean suicide can be reduced to disguised homicide. Human motivation is far more complicated than that. It means suicidal states can contain aggression alongside despair. Rage can live beside grief. A wish for relief can coexist with a wish to punish. The fantasy of disappearing can coexist with a fantasy that someone will finally understand the magnitude of the pain once the person is gone.

There can even be an imagined audience inside a suicidal fantasy: Then they will understand. Then they will be sorry. Then they will know how much I was hurting. Recognizing this does not make suicidal suffering manipulative. It makes it relational. Even the wish to disappear may still be speaking to someone.

This is one of psychoanalysis's more uncomfortable contributions to understanding suicide, but I think it is also one of its most humane. It refuses to flatten suicidal suffering into a single emotion. A person can be devastated and furious at the same time. They can want to disappear and desperately want to be seen. They can hate someone they love and then hate themselves for having hated them. The mind does not have to choose only one meaning.

And this changes how I listen. If I hear only despair, I may miss the rage. If I hear only the wish to die, I may miss the relationship hidden inside it. If I hear only self-hatred, I may fail to wonder whose hatred the person has learned to carry.

Sometimes one of the most important things therapy can do is give aggression somewhere else to go. It can become words rather than wounds. Anger can acquire an object. Hatred can be thought about without having to be acted upon. A person can discover that they are capable of hating someone they love without destroying that person, the relationship, or themselves.

What can finally be directed outward in words may no longer need to be carried inward as a weapon.

The Mind Is Not of One Mind

In 1938, Karl Menninger described the suicidal state not as one wish but as a knot of different wishes: a wish to kill, a wish to be killed, and a wish to die. The formulation belongs to its era, but the clinical truth underneath it remains extraordinarily important: the suicidal mind is rarely of one mind.

A person can desperately want the pain to stop and still want to see what happens tomorrow. They can believe their family would be better without them and still hope someone proves them wrong. They can imagine dying and, almost at the same moment, reach for the phone. They can want to disappear and want desperately to be found.

These are not contradictions that need to be resolved before we can help. They are the opening through which help enters.

Ambivalence is not a technicality in the suicidal state. It is the foothold. Somewhere inside that divided mind, however faintly, there is often still a current moving toward life. It may not sound heroic. It may sound like I don't want my daughter to find me, or I promised my friend I would call, or My dog wouldn't understand why I never came home, or simply, I don't know if I want to die. I just can't keep feeling like this.

That is enough. You do not need someone to love their life in order to help them stay alive. Sometimes you only need to find the small part of them that is not completely certain about dying and sit beside it.

Every crisis line, every safety plan, every late-night conversation is partly an attempt to give that quieter current somewhere to stand until the rest of the mind can catch up. And there is something important to remember when someone tells you they are thinking about suicide. The act of telling you is itself part of the ambivalence.

If someone tells you, however haltingly, that they are thinking about suicide, the part of them that wants to live may have just handed you the conversation.

Take it.

The Enemy Is Pain

Edwin Shneidman, one of the founders of modern suicidology and a thinker deeply influenced by the depth tradition, gave the central experience of suicide a name: psychache. Psychological pain that feels unbearable, inescapable, and unending.

After a lifetime studying suicide, Shneidman's central insight was that people are often not pursuing death for its own sake. They are trying to stop an experience they have become convinced cannot be stopped any other way. That distinction is everything, because when someone says, I want to die, another question becomes possible: What hurts so badly that death has started to look like relief?

Shneidman also described the narrowing that often accompanies suicidal crises. Under extreme psychological pain, the mind loses access to possibilities it could ordinarily imagine. A complicated life with dozens of possible futures contracts until only two options seem real: keep suffering like this or stop existing.

He called this constriction. The clinical term is useful, but the experience is more visceral than the word suggests. It is as though the doors of the world begin closing one by one. The future disappears, then alternatives, then other people. Temporary pain begins to feel permanent. A terrible night begins impersonating an entire life.

The mind stops saying, I cannot see another way out. It starts saying, There is no other way out.

Those sentences are not the same. But in a suicidal crisis, they can feel identical.

This is why arguing with someone about whether their life is “really that bad” usually misses the point. Pain has changed the size of the room. The task is to make the room bigger again. One person. One phone call. One appointment. One night. One possibility that could not be seen five minutes ago.

Sometimes hope is simply another option appearing where a moment ago there were only two. The mathematics of the crisis changes the moment there are three things on the list instead of two.

Down the Rabbit Hole

There is an image I sometimes return to when thinking about severe psychological distress: Alice falling down the rabbit hole.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland is usually remembered as whimsical, but psychologically it is a remarkably unsettling story. Alice enters a world in which the ordinary rules no longer hold. She becomes enormous and then impossibly small. Doors appear that she cannot fit through. Directions lead nowhere. Language stops behaving reliably. Authority becomes arbitrary. Time itself gets stuck. Everyone around her seems certain of rules that make no sense to her. And through it all, Alice keeps returning to a question about who she is.

That is a deeply psychoanalytic question.

From a depth psychological perspective, Wonderland can be read as something like an externalized internal world. The landscape behaves the way psychic reality sometimes behaves. Feelings become environments. Anxiety changes proportions. Shame makes the self feel tiny. Rage makes everything enormous. Confusion becomes a maze.

What I find especially useful about Alice as a metaphor for severe psychological distress is that nothing has to change in the outside world for the dimensions of the internal world to change completely. The door can remain exactly the same size while Alice becomes too large to fit through it.

That is what severe psychological pain can do. The possibilities available yesterday may still objectively exist today. The people who love someone may still be there. Treatment may still be available. Tomorrow may still contain possibilities that cannot yet be known. But the person has changed size in relation to all of it.

The door has not disappeared. They can no longer imagine fitting through it.

This is part of what Shneidman's idea of constriction helps us understand. Suicidal pain does not necessarily erase alternatives from the world. It can erase a person's psychological access to them. And once you are far enough down the rabbit hole, Wonderland no longer feels like Wonderland. It feels like the world.

This is where the psychoanalytic idea of psychic reality becomes so important. Psychoanalysis has never treated inner experience as meaningless simply because it is subjective. If I feel completely abandoned, the fact that someone loves me does not magically make the experience of abandonment disappear. If I feel worthless, showing me a list of accomplishments may have almost no effect. If I cannot imagine a future, telling me that “things will get better” may sound like a sentence spoken in a language I no longer understand.

You cannot argue someone out of Wonderland by insisting that the furniture upstairs is still arranged normally.

You have to meet them where they are. How small do you feel here? Which doors seem locked? What has become enormous? What has disappeared? Which rules suddenly feel absolute?

This is where another person becomes so important. In states of extreme psychological pain, we sometimes need someone who can enter Wonderland with us without becoming convinced that Wonderland is the entire world. That is different from reassurance. The other person does not have to say, None of this is real. They can say, in effect, I believe you that this is what the world looks like from where you are standing, and I am going to stay here long enough to help you remember that there may be more world than you can see right now.

That, to me, is one of the deepest functions of psychotherapy and one of the deepest functions of any meaningful conversation about suicide.

Sometimes we have to borrow another person's mind until we can find our own way back.

The Observer Can Go Quiet

In 1934, the psychoanalyst Richard Sterba described a psychological capacity that has to exist for therapy to work at all. A person must somehow be able to experience something and observe themselves experiencing it at the same time. One part of the mind is standing in the storm. Another part can still say, There is a storm happening.

Psychoanalysis came to call this capacity the observing ego. It is the difference between I am hopeless and I notice that right now I cannot imagine feeling hopeful. It is the difference between Everyone would be better off without me and Something in me is absolutely convinced that everyone would be better off without me.

The difference on the page is only a handful of words. Inside a mind, it can be the difference between being trapped in a room and noticing that the room has a door.

Contemporary clinicians who study mentalization describe a related collapse as psychic equivalence. Inner experience stops presenting itself as inner experience and begins presenting itself as reality. I feel like a burden becomes I am a burden. I cannot imagine a future becomes There is no future. I cannot see another way out becomes There is no other way out.

The feeling stops being a visitor and starts claiming ownership of the house.

In an acute suicidal state, the observing capacity that could ordinarily question these conclusions can become very quiet. Prevention, at the level of a single mind, is partly about keeping a line open to that observing part before the storm and the self become indistinguishable. Not denying the storm. Not insisting the sky is actually blue. Just helping someone remember that the storm is happening inside the sky. It is not the whole sky.

Hold these ideas together and the suicidal state begins to look different from the old narrative. It is not an alien act committed by an unknowable person. It is a recognizable human predicament. It can be relational at its roots, divided against itself, filled with love and hate, driven by unbearable but potentially treatable pain, and most dangerous when the mind can no longer distinguish what it feels now from what will always be true.

And it remains reachable precisely to the extent that another person can help the observing part stay in the room.

How to Actually Start the Conversation

Theory is only useful this month if it changes what you say. So start simply: “Are you thinking about suicide?” Plain words. No euphemism. No wince.

Not, “You're not thinking about doing something stupid, are you?” That question has already told the person what answer you need from them. The direct question does something different. It creates permission.

Then listen longer than is comfortable. The goal of the first conversation is not to fix, argue, or deliver a speech about everything the person has to live for. It is to let the pain be described by the person carrying it. Ask what it is like. Ask how long it has been this heavy. Ask what makes it worse and what makes it even slightly lighter. Ask what has kept them here so far.

Do not be so frightened by the wish to die that you fail to hear the part that is still trying to live.

You are talking to both. And sometimes the most important thing another person can offer is not the perfect sentence. It is the experience of discovering: I told you the worst thing happening inside me, and you stayed.

Do not promise secrecy, and do not go it alone. You can promise to stay respectful, involved, and non-punitive. You cannot promise silence, because safety may require more hands than yours. 988 is not only for the person in crisis. You can contact it yourself for guidance if you are worried about someone and do not know what to do next.

Make the Plan Before You Need It

One of the best-studied tools in suicide prevention is the Stanley-Brown Safety Plan: a short, individualized plan created while a person can think relatively clearly, so that it is available when they cannot. It identifies warning signs, things a person can do on their own, people and places that provide some relief, people they can ask for help, professional and crisis resources, ways to make the environment safer, and reasons for staying alive.

I will admit that I read this CBT-heritage tool through my own psychoanalytic lens, because that reading is what makes me love it. A safety plan is a letter from the observing part of you, written on a clear day, to the version of you who may someday be unable to remember that clear days exist.

There is something deeply humane about that. You do not have to invent hope in the middle of the worst night. You already left yourself instructions. You already wrote down the names. You already decided whom to call. You believed your future self before your future self stopped believing itself.

The safety plan preserves the observer's voice in advance for exactly the moment the observer goes quiet.

Where a Tool Belongs in This, and Where It Does Not

I build a mood-tracking app, and given its name, people sometimes ask what software has to do with any of this. The honest answer is: less than my category's marketing sometimes implies, and more than nothing. Three design decisions matter enough to describe because I would want you to demand them from any app you allow near this part of your life.

Safety should never be behind a paywall. In The Observing Ego, everything related to immediate safety is free, permanently, with no account required: crisis resources, the safety plan, and validated screening instruments used to assess suicide risk, including the C-SSRS and ASQ. A person in the darkest moment of their night should never meet a subscription screen between themselves and help. I do not consider that a feature. I consider it the floor.

An app should respond to danger without punishing honesty. If someone logs certain feelings at high intensity, or answers a screening question in a way that signals risk, the app does not silently file it away and move on. It responds in the moment with a check-in and immediate crisis resources, every time. And it notifies no one. Not a family member, not a clinician, not anyone. It keeps a record that a safety check occurred, but never a record of what the person said.

I built it that way because both halves are load-bearing. An app that stays silent at the dangerous moment has failed you. But an app that reports you has taught you something equally dangerous: Never be honest with me again. Privacy and safety are not opposites here. Sometimes privacy is what makes honesty possible.

The plan should be there when thinking is hardest. The safety plan created on a clear day remains one tap away, available from the same screens where difficult moments happen, alongside 988 and the person's own chosen contacts.

But here is what the app is not: treatment, crisis care, a therapist, or a substitute for another human being. In a crisis, software should know its place. Its job is not to become the relationship. Its job is to shorten the distance to one. Your plan, your people, and a human voice on the other end of the phone.

The Narrative Changes One Conversation at a Time

“Changing the Narrative on Suicide” sounds like a campaign slogan, and campaigns can feel far away from the kitchen table, the bedroom, the parked car, or the text message where these conversations actually happen. But narratives change in smaller units than that.

One direct question asked without flinching. One friend who listens longer than is comfortable. One parent who hears something terrifying and does not make their child comfort them for having heard it. One suffering person who discovers that saying I am thinking about suicide does not destroy the relationship. One internal shift where the merciless voice gets recognized as a voice with an author rather than obeyed as a verdict. One mind that could see only two doors being helped to find a third.

Psychoanalysis, whatever else it is, is a century-long argument that speaking the unspeakable in the presence of another person changes what it is. Words give edges to things that otherwise feel infinite. Another mind gives us somewhere to put what has become too heavy to carry alone.

Sometimes another person cannot remove the pain. But they can stand inside the pain with you long enough for it to stop looking like the entire world. Long enough to make the call. Long enough for the observing part to come back online. Long enough for Wonderland to become Wonderland again, rather than the whole world. Long enough for the doors to become visible. Long enough for tomorrow to become imaginable again.

This September, that is the assignment: ask the question, and stay for the answer.

And if the person you most need to start the conversation with is yourself, 988 is a fine first listener.

The Observing Ego is a mood tracking app, not a substitute for professional care, a crisis service, or a diagnostic tool. Its safety features, including crisis resources, the safety plan, and the C-SSRS and ASQ screenings, are free permanently and require no account, and the app notifies no one. If you are in crisis in the United States, call or text 988, or chat at 988lifeline.org. Outside the US, local crisis lines are listed in the app's safety section, free and without an account.