Something terrible happened this week at work, a co-worker lost her teenage son to suicide. A horrible tragedy that didn't have to happen. There have been two suicides at my daughter's high school since school started in mid September. What is happening to our children? What burdens are they carrying are so heavy that they would want to end their lives?
I talked to my daughter before school this morning and told her to please talk to me if anything is ever bothering her. I don't care what it involves...drugs, sex, money, boys, anything! No conversation will ever be as uncomfortable as having to bury your child because they felt trapped by their emotions or in a deep depression and afraid to ask for help.
I understand the feeling of being of trapped, I was diagnosed with depression in 2004. And, before this time, I never could wrap my mind around how anyone could take their own life. Depression is a scary, dark and lonely place I never want to visit again. The memories are enough to remind me of the journey I would like to forget.
We all have moments that make up our past, but they don't have to make us who we are. It took me a long time to realize that. I'm better now and the happiest I have ever been.
If you or someone you know is suffering, please know there is hope. 1-800-SUICIDE