I’m getting ahead of myself publishing a post for next week’s Nurturing Thursdays. However something has occurred which I’d like to write about now, while it’s still fresh on my mind.
A young woman committed suicide.
Alone in a big city.
Like a death knell, she took the news hard. She holed up, alone, in her apartment for a week. And then she threw herself out the window onto the sidewalk below. Barely missing a person who’d just walked by. Traumatic for that person; the end of life for another.
Family and friends kept reaching out, trying to keep in touch. But having suffered depression before, the young woman was still caught in its stranglehold.
Depression is the devil. Not to be toyed with. Not to be entertained, even fleetingly. The devil doesn’t play games; neither does depression.
Don’t go there.
Hang on for dear life, with all the strength you can muster.
Surround yourself with only positive influences.
There’s no place in your life for negativity.
Say “no” to negativity…that’s a positive step forward…and upward.
Bask in the sunshine…even if you have to switch on all the lights in the house. I do…
A high electrical bill is way better than a hospital bill…or a funeral.
Fight to live the one life you’ve been given.
Despite the darkness you encounter without…and within…the light is your friend.
Let it in…let it in…please, let it in.
…you matter…because i care…
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Suicide leaves victims behind to suffer. I wish they could hear the cries of those family members who will suffer their loss for the rest of their lives.
Intesne thought on this one … Blessings
When I heard about this suicide, it resonated since both my daughter and I have had bouts. Definitely not something to entertain, even fleetingly. For it can take hold if given the chance… hugs…
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Thank you Hugmamma. I appreciate your caring and prayers. Probably a good many of us suffer some depression at times. I know I did when I was a caregiver for my mother who had Alzheimer’s. We finally had to put her in a good nursing home as we couldn’t give her the proper care at home any longer. I usually can lift myself out of depression, but mine is nothing like my husband’s. He needs to stay on medication. God Bless You and Yours. —Susan
Sounds like you continue to endure much sorrow in your life. It’s humbling to know others, like you, suffer so much more without allowing it to destroy them. hugs for sharing…
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This story has also played out in our family life, recently. January 2013 my son~in~law of 14 years, who had theoretically ‘beaten’ cancer, took his own life. Devastatingly tragic though that has been for those he left behind, (especially my daughter and her 4 year old twin sons,) there was also a sense of relief that he is now free from the mental torture that drove him to it. And extreme gratitude that he did not take my grandsons with him, as he could so easily have done. We are gradually adjusting but it will always be with us.
Thank you so much for writing this moving piece ~ I haven’t been able to, because this is not my story to tell, although it does affect me every singe day.
Hugs for sharing such a compelling story. I know only a fraction of the heartache you speak of, having an only child within whom I invest so much love and concern. I can only imagine your ongoing heartache. Much Aloha and prayers…
Hugmamma, I’ve lived with depression for almost 40 years, my husband’s. He suffers from bi-polar disorder. He’s currently on the correct medication, but he’s gone off of it several times. He’s been in and out of hospitals three times now. He’ll say he’s now well, go off the medication, then there’s trouble. He can’t handle money and resents me handling it. He befriends other people with mental problems and sometimes brings them home. People sometimes take advantage of his giving nature. He’s handed out money in the past and that’s dangerous in India. At his best, he’s gentle and easy to get along with. At his worst, he’s a verbal abuser and a shouter. He steals money from me and says he has the right because it’s his. The last time he came home from the hospital I had to hire a man during the day to help him since he was weak. Things started to disappear. My husband finally got strong enough so that I could let the man go. At present things are going well and we live one day at a time. I’ve read that when you are depressed, you are your own worst enemy. Don’t spend time alone and get needed help. —Susan
Very sorry to hear all you’ve endured at the hands of depression. Being a caretaker of someone with depression is like being an outsider to an accident waiting to happen. You know in your gut something bad will occur, you just don’t know when. How do you live with that? Day by day, as you said. Depression is not only the “devil on your husband’s back,” it is also your living hell. And you’re so right…depression thrives in isolation. That’s when negativity has the sufferer by the throat…24/7. And the spiral downward is like a vortex…a black hole.
You are in my thoughts and prayers…going forward, Susan. Because as I said…I care. I really do. For I’ve been on the edge of depression a few times myself…and so has my daughter. We are thankful for my husband who is strong, like you…and our faith in our God. lots of hugs…
so sad… 😦
I know…I know…