I have been wanting to write about this growing epidemic for several days but did not know where to start. So bear with me, as I attempt to share my feelings.
As I listen to the news, read newspaper articles, and talk to those who have lost a loved one through suicide, or attempted suicide, I am reminded that some children, teenagers, adults, middle age, and seniors are at significant risk. Some folks may exhibit signs of needing help, and some hide their feelings, leaving family and friends to wonder what they missed.
These beautiful souls who feel they have nothing to live for, or see no way out, just want the pain to stop. I find myself often thinking about what circumstances these folks find themselves in, that leads to their final decision.
Bullying, illness, drugs, and alcohol, physical and mental abuse, feeling of failing, and letting family and friends down, mental illness, and not feeling they fit in, are just a few on a list of many causes.
So dear readers, how can each one of us make a difference? How can we reach out to a loved one or a friend who is struggling? I know what I plan on doing. First, I want my friends and family to know how much I love them; and that my love is unconditional. Secondly, I want them to know that I will always be there for them. Importantly, I want them to know that I will always listen to them and help them with whatever I can, but will not enable them.
I believe all folks who need professional help should be able to receive it, regardless if they have insurance or not. It is also essential that the negative record so many hear daily, be changed to positive thoughts. My list could go on and on!
These are my thoughts, my heartfelt feelings.
Now for my personal story:
Five months ago, my precious grandson attempted suicide not once but twice. The second time, he jumped 90 feet off a local bridge. He survived with a broken tailbone and several cuts, scratches, and bruises. Although he is getting the help he needs, this sweet, blue-eyed young man, has a long road ahead. He has been diagnosed with bipolar and is on medicine, along with counseling. He will be dealing and learning to manage his mental illness for the rest of his life.
While my grandson was in the hospital, he expressed the desire to help others. And that is what we are doing. He helped and will continue to help serve meals at our local homeless shelter. I believe it is necessary that my grandson knows and understands that when we help others, we help ourselves.
He is working and taking one day at a time. His girlfriend has been a great support to him. As well as his parents. Although he is improving, he experiences ups and downs, which is part of the bipolar. I know one thing to be true, I will never give up on my sweet blue-eyed grandson.
My message to you: Reach out and make a difference in someone’s life for when we help others, we truly help ourselves.