Suicide is the worst, in every way, shape and form. It is every definition of tragic and awful.
It is also preventable.
Because you know what? Suicide is not the inevitable end game for people who live with mental illness, or those who are “troubled,” or dealing with addiction. Don’t you dare shroud suicide as being the ultimate demonstration of freedom from suffering, or a representation of true empowerment and choice. That is such rubbish. You know what freedom is? Living with a past, present and future. Being able to say I got the help I needed, I’m en route to being well, and I am here to tell my tale.
So, on today, of all days, may you all be of the knowledge that this shit doesn’t need to happen.
P.S: sorry I haven’t written for so long – let’s get back into it.