Suicide Hurts

Here we go again. Another suicide. Don’t these people know this is about us. We need them. Suicide hurts.
Their demons sit inside them. They could be from any moment in time. The words spoken to them as a child, the slap that came from an ex that expected the dishes done before they got home, the story told to them one too many times about being fat or uncaring; all reasons for self hate. The remembered moments sitting on the hill as one more bullet flew by their head, or a bomb went off in the distance; all reasons for looking over your shoulder one more day, years after combat is over. The drugs that were taken for one thing or another, or the chemical imbalance that was never diagnosed; all reasons to feel the uncertainty when the new meds don’t help right away. The answers to suicide come from every where, one moment in time can change your view of the entire world.
There is no easy way or quick fix with suicidal tendencies. There is no right or wrong answer to helping someone, because sometimes they don’t even know the question themselves. People talk about suicide being selfish, it’s the loudest cry they could cry for help, only it was one step too far. But yet some don’t want help, or don’t think they do. Some think they are alone, some think they are smothered and others only want it to all go away.
We want answers when we lose one more of our friends, family or a celebrity that touched our life. We want them to hear our cries. We want them to see the pain of where we are standing in a pool of our tears. But yet they are gone.
Finding an answer to a suicide generally never comes. Sure some write notes, you see their pain, but like every story there is more to what isn’t written than what is written on their paper.
I’ve cried tears for watching friends and family suffer through these moments. Hearing their love one struggle, its overwhelming. I’ve been that last person some talked to before they thought they were going to do the deed. I “saved” them, only to hear ‘the end’ of the story another night. I’ve wept when one more celebrity left children and fans crying because they don’t understand why.
I have no answers. None. The more we talk about it, the easier it gets -for some. The more we talk about it, the more it brings up the memories of that last embrace or phone call. Nothing is easy about suicide. Reach out to your family, your friends and let them know they are not alone. Let them know you care. Let them know we all hurt for them.
Suicide hurts.
