Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!!!
I love Sunday. For me, it’s the day of Post Secret, High Noon Urchins and relaxation. Once I get through this blog post, I think I’ll focus on reading for book club, or some other form of writing. My mother’s Facebook also mentioned that she’s going to be bringing over something I’ve been wanting for six months. I can’t remember last week, so naturally I have no idea what she’s doing. If it’s something delicious, I’m on board.
Update: She’s bringing chocolate chip cookies. Bonus! Thanks, ma!
Day 05 – A time you thought about ending your own life.
Staying true to what I am calling the “Keep It Real” writing challenge, I am going to continue doing so. Here comes the statement that I will only make one time.
I do not believe that suicide is a solution to anything.
There, I said it, or rather wrote it. Now, let me elaborate.
I think there comes a time (or many times) in people’s lives when they have that split thought of “I wish I wasn’t here anymore” or “It would be easier if I didn’t exist.” I’ve had those split-second and somewhat dramatic thoughts. That being said, I’ve never sat back to consider how I would kill myself, and I’ve never been so depressed to be serious in that thought.
I’ve known people who have attempted/committed suicide before, as have many of you, I’d imagine. It’s a horrible thing to go through, losing someone you care about, but it’s even worse when that person wants to leave and chooses to leave. You start to question if you could have stopped it, done anything, said anything. In the end, I don’t think so. If people want to go, they go. It’s a harsh reality, but it is the reality in my opinion.
I don’t want to pretend for a moment that there hasn’t been pain in my life, because there has. Huge amounts, in fact. It just never got to a point where I gave up. I’m a realist, and in my realist mind I always knew that I would find the strength somehow to get beyond whatever was going wrong. I knew that there would be that positive light to bring me back to myself and a good place. I wasn’t raised to live in the world of giving up. You grieve. You deal. You fight. You die when your time comes, and that’s something I feel shouldn’t be arranged.
I really have little else to say on the subject. In short, I haven’t had a time where I thought of ending my life. I love my life, and there is no room in it for such considerations.
What are your thoughts on suicide?
What’s your favorite part about Sunday?