There are some things in this world that I just don’t understand. Suicide is one of them, some people take it as a sin against God ; or as weakness that the person could no longer handle everything. I just view it as something incomprehensible, like calculus or nuclear physics. Things that just don’t add up and make any sense to me.
Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem, a shifting of the burden and weight to someone else. By taking your own life you leave a gaping hole in the lives of others. A whole that can not be filled. Death is final, it is the last hurrah, the only thing other than taxes that are certain on this merry go round we call life.
A death by suicide messes with the natural order of things. Parents are not meant to bury their children and grandparents should never lay their grandchildren to rest.
I can’t even imagine what goes on in your head of as you contemplate, try and then succeed at committing suicide. The despair, the thoughts of hopelessness, panic, fear, and maybe relief when the final decision is made.
What I do know is that those of us left behind, friends, family and acquaintances are left scratching our heads and wondering what we missed? Were the signs there and we ignored them because we were in denial or did you hide them so well that we never saw them until it was too late.
What I want everyone to know is this.. We can’t erase the past, but we can adjust and rewrite the future. We can put one foot in front of the other, ask for help, find the resources, talk to your friends, your parents, your spouses and significant others and stop this please. Nothing in life is that bad that death is the answer.