A Noose for A Life. @ 9:23 am
Source: Monique GiardWhen people talk or read about suicide, there are various reactions to it. Some may just shook their heads and say,
"What a stupid thing to do..."; whereas some just feel a sense of remorse thinking how a life could've been saved if someone had just listened.
A life is wasted just to end their sufferings or for some, other people's sufferings. Sufferings that people often say that it could be solved. They always say that after the person has taken his life. They always say, "We're here to help..." yadda yadda yadda.
By the time, it's too late.
Living in regret after they've killed themselves will not rewind time.
You think if the person is alive and well, people around them will really come forward to help? Chances are... very unlikely. Because the problem to one person (who is normal) may seem trivial but to one (who is severely depressed), it may be deemed dead serious. Hence, they will brush it aside like many others will.
To you, it may be ridiculous but to them... it's not.
It is not something that can be explained. Not everyone can fully understand why they did it. No one will really know what is the main stressor leading to their contemplation.
That is why, now after knowing more in-depth, I never take these things lightly. I just hate to imagine what they were feeling at that point of time, during their last few tragic moments.
But of course, there are people who just wants attention. Those are just a waste of time. I'm talking about those with
Depression and
Bipolar Disorder.
When there is a call for help, please don't ignore it because it is something preventable. Like I said before, blaming yourself afterwards won't bring him/her back.
If you choose to ignore or reject that call... inevitably you will feel responsible for his/her death because you were the last person he/she thought of, whom he/she felt reliant on and thought could possibly help him, but unfortunately... didn't.
And that is the saddest part.
Remembering them after their death is painful but relatively pointless because they won't know anyway.
P/s: I miss my grandma.
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