Suicide. It is a rock-bottom place. A place so dark and seemingly permanent, frozen in time. A true hell-on-earth. I’ve lived through it more than once. I’ve dealt with varying degrees of suicide in my family.
We’ve never had a family discussion about it. I grew up catholic. Suicide is considered a moral deficit. From my own experience, I can say it is anything but a moral deficit. It is instead a sign of a soul who has carried too much for too long and is tired.
A co-worker approached me the other day and said he wanted to show a podcast, read a book-the exact details elude me-about suicide, but he thought he might get in trouble. He changed his mind out of concern for his job.
It is worrisome that we live in a world where it is taboo to talk about suicide openly. It does not help children to avoid the topic one-hundred percent. We cannot pretend the issue isn’t there. It is a reality across every gender, race, age, and socioeconomic position. We need to have an ongoing dialogue about suicide.
According to the CDC, suicide is the tenth leading cause of death for Americans. I love the blogosphere because there is such an opportunity to change the world around us in a positive way. Thank you Mandy for sharing your story. Keep on writing and healing the world one word at a time…