Processing world events through coffee and tears this morning. Two high profile suicides have brought a myriad of emotions to surface in the faces around me and in the mirror. It is a human frailty that I have touched upon before and in fact have written a novel about, suicide has touched my life before this week, as I imagine it has touched many of you. It causes me deep sadness, on many levels, as often it was a solo act done in despair wrapped in an imagined eternal darkness. I do not know to what place one goes prior to this act, I can only believe it is a place beyond understanding, it is the desire to release oneself of all consuming pain. Those who have survived attempts often say “I just wanted to get away from the pain…”
BUT Suicide spreads the pain, we all feel it, it reminds us of our own fragile moments, when the dark night of the soul enveloped us and tried to convince us there was nothing more. It spreads the sadness that we somehow failed each other, failed to recognize the need of another. If nothing else we are here, together, on the wondrous Earth, in all its beauty and chaos. We are here together for a reason; no man is an island.
There is never too much kindness or compassion in this world, and a simple act of either can change a person’s perspective of their darkness. A smile, an acknowledgement of acceptance, a hug, can build a bridge between despair and hope. We are together for a reason. If nothing else, to help each other in our journey back to the Light. The Darkness is never total, The Darkness never wins, even after Suicide there is only Healing, and the return of Hope and Love in the Light.
Thank you for this heart felt piece. As for why people choose suicide, yes, it’s the need to escape pain that most people can’t imagine. And when a person’s brain is in a state where no longer being alive is the preferred option, it’s in a really bad state. A depressed brain sees the world very differently from a non-depressed one. My mom, who was bipolar, took this way out. In her case, I absolutely understand her decision. And I’m thankful she didn’t make her decision final until she was 81.
So sorry for your loss…
Thanks so much. However, it wasn’t until my mother died that I was finally able to dig in and do some incredible healing work that was needed in part because of our complicated relationship. So, for me, her passing was one of the biggest gifts she gave me. And today, I’ve healed the pain of her death and our relationship so much so that the only thing left is love (pretty much).
thank you for sharing this… life is complicated ….my words are only my thoughts…never the last word on any topic…