Guilty as charged. Part of my charm.
This one is for those of you who turn away because the subject of suicide is too much.
You don’t want to read my posts.
You do sometimes with one eye shut.
They make you squirm.
They make you uncomfortable.
They make you sad.
They make you cry.
They are too raw.
You don’t want to be reminded that this awful thing happened to someone. It’s your worse nightmare and you fear the same might happen to you.
Or you think it couldn’t possibly happen to you. It doesn’t touch your life so why bother? It’s more comfortable to do what you’ve always done–avoid it. You’ll think about it tomorrow.
I understand but I wanted to point something out.
When you ignore pain and avoid “unhappy subjects” you end up skating the surface of life without ever really digging deep.
Sometimes the path to happiness is through pain. Through agony. Through struggle. It teaches us to appreciate what we have.
By not talking, we miss out on learning from each other. We miss opportunities to prevent awful outcomes. The result of conversation is resources, innovative ways to deal with problems and money to help families afford care for their loved ones. It brings us closer. It deepens relationships.
Twenty five percent of our population suffers from mental illness and/or addiction. That’s one quarter of our population.
Unless you live in a cave under a rock in Peru with llamas, someone you know and love suffers from addiction, mental illness or both. Someone you know has attempted suicide. Even if you don’t know it.
I’m in your face because our quest to avoid the subject is creating an epidemic of deaths
I know your kids are hurting, some even suicidal, because so many of them write to me about it.
They have beautiful smiling faces on their Facebook pages.
They appear to have everything to live for.
But they are hurting inside and don’t want to tell you because they think you’ll think their souls are too ugly. You are so important to them, they don’t want to burden you with their pain because they are ashamed of it
It might be your child, your friend, your niece, your brother, your parent.
We are sweeping things under the rug that need to be out in the open so they don’t keep getting worse. So they can talk about it and get help. So we don’t keep losing those we love when many of them can be helped.
I know we can’t save everyone. But we can do better
Yes. I am on a crusade. On a mission. Possessed even (not by the devil). And I am never, ever giving up this fight until the day I die.
Please share. Please talk about the triple stigma: addiction, mental illness and suicide. Get educated. Don’t wait.
I have lost one of the most precious things in the world to me–my 20 year old son Charles.
I don’t want it to happen to you. Please don’t make the mistake of thinking it can’t.