Someone I know took their own life recently.
I just found out a few days ago.
This person wasn’t a friend, more of an acquaintance. I think we all have them. Someone you’ve known for years, and you see each other by accident every few months or so, and you always stop for a chat and a quick catch up.
So, this person, this lovely, smiley, warm human being with a young family and many friends and everything to live for.
They took their own life.
I’ve been thinking about this person a lot this week.
I’ve done all the usual stuff. I’ve worked, and I’ve read books and watched some TV, I’ve laughed and spent time with family. A normal week.
A good week.
And I can’t stop thinking about this person.
And the family left behind.
I know what it’s like to reach that point where thinking about taking your own life becomes normal. Becomes a logical choice.
I’ve been well for many years now, so I don’t consider that to be an option any more. I don’t need it to be an option. And I can see it for what it is: broken logic, a way of thinking and reasoning that the brain is presenting as truthful and correct.
Death is the only option.
The world will be a better place without you.
This will end your endless pain.
And you won’t be a burden to anyone anymore.
And if you don’t do it, you’re a coward.
But the mind, and emotions, they are tricksters. They can lie to us. And we can get help, learn how to manage our thought processes, how to manage our emotions, see life from a different perspective.
I wish my friend had known this.
My heart breaks for this person. And the family.
This is all I can tell you this week.
Except, be kind and generous to each other.