SUICIDE. Needs to be talked about!
Those that commit suicide do so quietly and promptly. It’s like a game of clue — with a gun or knife in any room but self-induced. They do not feel pain, they feel nothing, just hollow. The greatest fear that prevents people from committing suicide is the potential inability to make a second attempt if the first should fail. Self blame is one of the causes of suicide.
When one blames oneself for something bad that happened, one tends to think that one does not deserve to live. This is regardless of whether the blame is justified or not. Survivors remorse. Suicide brings with it further layers of confusion and difficulty to peel through: Your loved one’s final chapter may have come to an abrupt close by their own choosing, but your heart remains an open book. I’VE DANCED WITH THE SAME DARK QUESTION: WHAT IF ENDING IT ALL IS THE ONLY WAY OUT OF THE WAY I FEEL RIGHT NOW?
Suicide is a subject many are afraid to talk about or even acknowledge. But how do we not talk about one of the leading causes of death? My fathers suicide taught me to speak more softly, to forgive more often, to resist the knee-jerk reaction to be offended, and, ultimately, to strive to touch those in my life in a way that will continue long after I too am gone. It forever altered the way I view friendships. I became less tolerant of superficial entanglements and more hungry for the sustenance of genuine relationships.
It’s just G.