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Fear is Fatal—Thoughts on my Father’s Suicide.

November 17, 2013

Fear is Fatal—Thoughts on my Father’s Suicide

by Kelly Eckert.

 

Today is the 5th “deathiversary” of my father’s suicide.

He was 62 years old. He was physically healthy. He loved Hawaii, vodka martinis, English pubs, telling jokes and running marathons. He loved my mom, even though they had split up 9 years earlier, after 33 years of marriage. He loved my sister, though she never really felt it. And he loved me, though I had forgotten.

My dad spent most of his life following his fear rather than following his heart. When I was growing up, I watched him drag himself—miserable—to work every day. He always told *me* to pick a career I loved. He also told me, “Do as I say, not as I do.” Because what he was modeling was taking a job for money, not for love—caving to the pressures of family and reputation, giving in to society’s definition of success, not your own.

My dad wanted to be a lawyer and even went to law school when I was a baby. But he dropped out after the first year and went to work at the family business after the family threatened to cut him off financially if he didn’t come back. (Nota bene: Legally this would be hearsay since I was too young to be involved in or remember the conversations. So what I’m relating to you is what I remember my dad telling me, from his perspective.)

He didn’t go back for love of his family—his family of origin or his new family of my mom and me. He didn’t go back for love of the business. He didn’t even go back for love of money. As an attorney and a really smart guy, he could have earned the money he wanted. No, he went back out of fear.

He was afraid of looking bad if he suddenly went broke, albeit temporarily. (What if he couldn’t earn the money he wanted?) He was afraid of failing as an attorney. (What if the only job he could get actually was at the family company?) He was afraid his parents might be right. (What if he wasn’t good enough to be a lawyer—or the judge he dreamed of becoming?)

My dad believed the fear. He believed he wasn’t good enough. He was afraid of being laughed at if he failed. He was afraid of being criticized for trying. And, ultimately, he judged himself for giving in to his fears. Huh. He acted as his own judge, jury and executioner, it turns out.

I wrote above that I had forgotten that my dad used to love me. I never forgot that he *used* to love me—when I was a kid, when I was making straight A’s, when I was graduating from Harvard. What I had forgotten was he loved me in the years leading up to his suicide. In those eight years between first suicide attempt and final suicide success, he had pulled away from everyone who loved him. He didn’t believe we would/could love him for HIM—for who he really was, without the money, the stuff, the shiny veneer. He believed he wasn’t good enough for us to love him. He believed we would reject him if we knew the real him.

Funny that I always felt the same thing about him. I always felt that his love was conditional. As long as I did well in school, went to Harvard, stayed skinny and pretty, and gave him bragging rights, he would love me. If I revealed the real me, if I failed to meet his expectations, he wouldn’t love me—I believed and to a great degree still believe.

Like father, like daughter.

Not anymore.

I learned to do as he said, not as he did. I follow my heart, even when that sparks its own set of fears. I risk criticism and ridicule, acceptance and security in order to live from my true self and not from a false personality. Tearing down that façade of self-defense and “comfort” was slow and painful and at times torturous. It cost me a marriage and not just a few friends.

I’m not even sure that my dad would love or approve of who I am or what I do.

F*** him. F*** that. And f*** fear.

I didn’t realize exactly how much like my father I was until he killed himself and I stepped back to understand why. Over these past five years, every time I think I’ve got it and him and myself all figured out, I notice some other little scar with his name on it—some fear-based belief that killed him and tries to keep ahold of me.

People tell me—because they need to believe it themselves—that parents love their children unconditionally, that my dad loved me unconditionally. Deep down, you and I and everyone who’s honest with themselves knows that unconditional love is not automatic, even from parents. It is a conscious and enlightened choice. And my dad was neither fully conscious nor at all enlightened. That is not a judgment. It is simply an acknowledgment of fact. The best most of us can do is practice unconditional self-love. That in itself is extremely rare. And that in itself would end suicide. No one who loves themselves completely and unconditionally would kill themselves*

(*I acknowledge that there may be some exceptions to my statement, particularly if suicide is chosen to avoid prolonged physical illness or senseless torture. I don’t want to debate it here.)

My dad always told me to do what I love. I add to that *being* who I love—and loving who I am. It takes work. It takes awareness and consciousness and persistence. It takes acceptance, even when you’re working on being a “better person.” It takes forgiveness, even when you can’t forget.

I wish my dad knew me now. I wish he knew my children—my oldest daughter, whose birth he witnessed. He was the first one to hold her. I wish I had known more of the real him. I wish he had shared more of the real him.

These wishes will never be. So I will do what I can to keep my husband, my children, my family and my friends from having these regrets about me. I will live in a way that they will know who I really am. Love me or leave me, the best I can do for them—and for you—is to be fully me.

Voilà. Quod eram demonstrandam.

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Kelly Eckert is a writer and a coach for body, mind and spirit. She is the author of Make Someone’s Moment: Positivity Girl’s Guide to Finding Joy in Making Other’s Happy and Getting What You Want: How to Go from Stuck to Success, and the co-author of Empower: Women’s Stories of Breakthrough, Discovery and Triumph. She is the creator of the Fear Releasing Method™ and Branding with Spirit Animals™. As a coach, Kelly guides spiritual seekers to get what they really want in life by honing their unique gifts and blazing their own trail. She is a wife, a mother, a cat-person, a co-host of the Geek Girl Soup podcast, a Star Trek fan, a vegan chocoholic and an advocate of making life awesome by just being you. Kelly is currently at work on her fourth book, Unleash the Animal Within: Harness the Power of Animal Archetypes—At Home, At Work and At Play.

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9 Comments

  • Reply Peter de Pradines November 17, 2013 at 2:02 pm

    You might as well be yourself. After all, everybody else is taken. 🙂 PdeP

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  • Reply fayann November 17, 2013 at 4:02 pm

    “My dad always told me to do what I love. I add to that *being* who I love—and loving who I am. It takes work.” – yes. Thnks for sharing this. x

  • Reply susiesheartpathblog November 17, 2013 at 5:29 pm

    What a bold gift you give the world ♡Kelly – “I will live in a way that they will know who I really am”. I appreciate your realness…..so many poignant lines… I hear your yearning….♡

  • Reply Lili November 18, 2013 at 10:46 am

    Im not a crier, I so rarely cry. This made me cry. This hit home on many different levels. Beautiful, thank you.

  • Reply Max Zografos (@MaxZografos) November 18, 2013 at 12:45 pm

    so honest, and hence so good. thanks.

  • Reply Paula November 18, 2013 at 2:53 pm

    Couldn’t help but weep as I read your post, except it was my mother who I felt conditionally loved by. I recently turned 50 and have never been married and have no children. I’m trying [desperately] to break chains of fear and find work that I like, and someone to share my life with before I’ve wasted it away. I’m finding it so difficult to love myself and face the fear of failure that has been drilled into me for so long. I won’t give up though…

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