With the upcoming World Suicide Prevention Day on September
10 I stand in conflict with myself, because a matter of such importance, and
still so little attention, it is easy for it to vanish between the countless of
days we are celebrating, for everything under the sun.
Not only are the issues of suicide, depression, and mental
illness important to me because of the daily wave of emotions, from happiness
in one moment, to a rope and a note the next that I’m experiencing. These
things also matters to me because of the labels out there that’s still
preventing people from coming to the floor with bravery and confess their
battle and confusion about these haunting demons.
Also, this is for the thousands of families having to sit
through every emotion; every doctor’s appointment; every morning’s “don’t
forget your medicine” conversation, and every monthly bill from the therapist.
Every time he or she leaves the house and don’t pick up their phone after three
miscalls you begin to imagine the worst might have happened. This is for the
families and friends that keep on praying that this person would see the value
and sacredness of their lives; the prayers that always ends with, “and God, please let them see themselves the
way You see them”. It is not that easy, believe me. Because it’s one thing
to see beauty in others, and it’s another thing to notice it in your own self,
but it’s an entirely different thing to see and accept your beauty through the
eyes of others.
My heart breaks every time I hear of someone who has
committed suicide. For them. For their families. Their memories, and for the
missed opportunities. In the midst of such tragedy, the one question everyone asks
is always ‘why’ (why did they do that). I know it’s an attempt to understand
but it can easily become an overrated excuse for “why didn't I see it coming”.
The old-aged slogan of “prevention is better than cure” deserves every bit of
exposure it can get, on these issues as well. That is what the week in
September will be for: to remind
ourselves that pain is inevitable; depression is treatable, and suicide IS
preventable. Although I've been there myself, more than a couple times,
there should be NO reason why any human being should ever feel so lost and
alone that the only absolute to them is death by suicide.
I am fortunate enough to have the gift of friendship that
gives me the room to not be okay sometimes, and I have a strong appetite for
life despite the clashing of my fears and dreams every so often. But there are
those who do not have that. Who want it. Who crave for it, and ache for it
through every late night Facebook status or tweet, but their aching always
returns hollow in a virtually overcrowded space. So, September 8-14 is for them.
May we come to see the aching around us.
May we come to support them, and love them, and offer
healing to them whether it be through treatment, prayer, hugs, or walks on the
beach.
But most of all, may we prevent them from staying in those
dark places they once called home.
In Honour of World Suicide Prevention Week.