Today is September 11 a day that we will never forget. Yesterday was World Suicide Prevention Day.
Everyone at some point in their lives has been touched by suicide. Yesterday I remembered my cousin who took her own life 28 years ago. She was so young, vibrant and full of life, yet hid her demons from the outside world. I still think of her. At the time I didn't know what I know today about suicide and mental health. I spent many years searching for answers that never came. I would leave the room if the TV showed, her method. I was also afraid to hear the mention of her name out loud. Especially, if that person was young.
If you are dealing with issues that feel
overwhelming and not wanting to continue, please reach out. You are
loved, you are supported. You are valued, You are special.
17 years ago, I was in a dark place and I
contemplated ending my life. I was on vacation in the southern United States by myself. I was having a miserable time. Thoughts crossed my mind about here I am in the middle of nowhere, no body would care if I never came back. What stopped me? In my hotel room I had CNN on and they were showing live continuous coverage of young Elian Gonzalez being reunited whit his father.
I reached out to my father. I called him and without judgement he sensed could hear in my voice something was wrong. He said how can I help.
A couple of months ago, I was sharing my mental health story with a middle school class. The class can ask questions or make comments on cards. After I finished, one comment said, I am so glad that you didn't end your life. I thanked the young student and said so am I. Not a day passes without me thinking how lucky and blessed to be here and hope to be here for another 30-40 years.
The people who lost their lives on September 11, 2001 were going about their normal routines just getting started on their day. It proved how fragile our life is.
Everyone has a special story to contribute to life and it
is worth sharing.
Live it, love it and share it.
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