My Personal Feelings.
When thinking of suicide in general, it feels like an icky word that no one is willing to speak of or it is shunned. I keep thinking back to my Uncle’s suicide where they would call him a coward or a traitor to the family for daring to complete suicide sadly. He suicided around my 11th year on this earth and I learned a valuable lesson as I grew up in this wonderful world. That no matter how hard you try to live your life, someone else will mock it. My Uncle had been diagnosed with terminal stage four cancer and had two months to life. He told no one about the diagnosis and decided to go out on his own terms. It was his choice, but for others it is harder.
Suicide will always be a taboo topic to speak of around people. During our first aid class for suicidal humans, we spoke of compassion. We spoke of listening and allowing the person to tell us what is wrong. This is what is wrong in the digital age, is we aren’t opening up with each other. No one can trust one another and with the partisan bickering, even the issue of suicide is a wedge. One side is for suicide rights, the other is against. One side wants to fund the programs and the other wants to pretend it isn’t an issue. We have 22 veterans returning from Bush’s oil wars that kill themselves daily and it is sad. In my experience today, we see a compassionate few that are trying to keep the world from crushing down for our peers.
Note: If you would like to speak to a counselor, help is available 24/7 at 1-800-273-8255. You can also find self-care tips and other information by visiting our website at suicidepreventionlifeline.org.
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– Colorful Asylum