Because Suicide is a Real Matter

This Week is NATIONAL SUICIDE WEEK (September 9-15, 2018)— Because Suicide is a real matter. Suicide is happening one time too often. The alarming rate of Suicide is every shade of painful. We must all find ways to deal with this problem, illness, and everything else which it is. Each of us is obligated to find a way to help end this reality.

Life is tough. Problems multiply by the minute. Frustrations add, subtract, divide, then multiply again and add on more. Disappointments mount daily. Your self-worth takes a dive. People leave you. People stay with you. Love turns sour. Love takes a chill. Love says never again. Friends betray you and foes destroy you. You lose jobs. You lose material possessions. Your life changes overnight. You get sick. You find out you’ve got cancer.

Trouble spends all day looking for you. Your baby dies. Your aged parent gets dementia, your child gets addicted to some weird stuff, your husband finds a younger woman, or a much older woman, your wife gets tired living in poverty with you, your only child drops dead. A powerful person steals your childhood dream. Your best intention does not turn out well. Everything goes from bad to worse. Suddenly, everything than can go wrong seems to go wrong. On top of overwhelming everyday issues, you begin to feel like you do not matter. Then to crown it off, the “voice” starts speaking to you. The voice tells you that you are nothing and nobody cares for you. The voice urges you to end it all and you will feel better.

My friend, does any part of what I’ve said so far describe you one way or another?

Hear me. The devil is a liar. You matter more than you can imagine. You belong here in the land of the living on earth. Your family adores you. You are loved by people you don’t even know admire you. Hold on and hang in there. In fact, stand in there. Many people wish you well. Start talking and getting it off your chest.

LIFE is tough but you are stronger, tougher, and better. You are loved. First loved by God Almighty and loved by all who know you well. People might not tell you how they feel about you, but just know you are special to plenty people around you. Whatever the crisis, we will share it and carry it with you. They call it the Village. Your village is waiting to receive you and all your issue, with love. Bring your brokenness to the table and let’s tough it out together in love. My friend, we are all we each have. We will get one another through this somehow. Don’t leave us now. Stay with us. We all love you. Allow us to show you how much we care.

The issue of suicidal thoughts and suicide is complex. More complicated than the breakdown I just described. But it does not have to happen that way. Help is around. Please SEEK OUT SOMEONE AND TALK IT OVER. GIVE LOVED ONES A CHANCE TO HELP YOU get past that moment.

Please Do Not end your beautiful life. Pray. Cry out to God. Scream and holler. Plead with the Lord for help. Do not think of ending it today. Wait for one more day. And then another. Every day, tell yourself to hold off until tomorrow. And call someone. Call me. I’m serious. Call me anytime, day or night. Wake me up no matter what time of night it is. I will get up for you. And so would many others. That is how much we love you and care about you. YOU MATTER.

Blessings and peace to you, my friend.

Your friend,

Hortense (HORTENSEInspiration Motivation with an African tinge)

~ simplified, heart-written in my Liberian colloquial voice