I have seen the effects of suicide from many sides. I’ve lost a cousin. I’ve sung at the funeral of an Iraq war veteran. I love someone who lost two brothers to suicide and I see how that grief has informed his entire life.
I am living with bipolar disorder. I did not understand how suicide could happen to anyone until my own brain chemistry left me in such a state of mental suffering that I wished desperately to escape my body.
It has been seven years since I hit rock bottom. Every single day is a blessing now.
Every time I look at my sister’s face I know that if she had lost me her heart would have broken irreparably. I thank her for putting me in the hospital when she did. And I thank myself for telling her I needed her help.
Share this: Stay alive. You are helping countless others by asking for help.
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