Written By: Anonymous Blog Contributor
Very recently, I heard the name of a local teen come up. I never knew her, or had even heard of her personally before, but it still terrifies me to see what transpired. I don’t know what her situation was, so I simply cannot understand what caused it. All I know is this; she played softball, she was a high school student, her last Facebook post was “People tell me “why don't you ask for help before you do impulsive things” I DO , NOBODY RESPONDS”, and not longer after that, she took her own life. Sadly, no one seemed to care until after her last day.
It didn't seem like people were flocking by the dozens to talk to her or try to help the situation. I saw no clear signs that many people were showering her with support. Not to say that people weren't, it just doesn't seem to me that most people cared. I have no doubt that some people genuinely did all that they could, but enough was clearly not done.
Why don’t police always take action before such terrifying acts occur? Why don’t family members and friends act before it is too late? Why is it that the warning signs, which may appear so vivid and clear in hindsight, escape us so frequently? Do we not care enough? Do we live in a world where work comes before well-being?
Tales like this make me shiver. Stories like this hurt. Incidents like this leave scars which can never fully heal. If these occurrences are so chilling and shocking, then why don’t we pay more attention to them?
Maybe we never really think of things like this until it’s too late. We go about or busy lives, constantly entertaining ourselves with work and play with little time left to reflect. Maybe that time could save a life.
When I was at my absolute lowest, when I could also fall no more, I felt like the world ignored me. I felt that it was fleeting, moving too fast for us to truly reflect on our thoughts. I saw the world centered around myself, and I became upset when people wouldn't listen.
There were times when I cried myself to sleep back then. There were times when I felt like giving up, like the world was simply too unforgiving. There were times when the notes and illustrations I left in my room never seemed to see the light of day. There were times when I did not wish to be.
I was lucky. My closest friend, my dearest guide, had looked through the cries for help one night. This friend discovered one of the more noticeable signs. They put the puzzle pieces together and confronted me about it. And that’s what saved my life.
All it took was one fairly courageous act to ask if everything was alright, and to know when I lied that everything was alright when I had a pained frown on my face. Confronting the monster was the most important step, the road to understanding myself and overcoming the beast come soon after.
It is no one person’s fault that this recent event occurred. It was a mistake, a really, really terrible mistake. I’m not saying it’s easy to get someone away from the edge; it’s a challenge that dwarfs all others. All I’m saying that is that we absolutely must look for the distress beacons on our voyage through life to stop other ships from sinking. If someone might need help and you’re in doubt, get them help. Even if it’s a false alarm, one big act can save a life.
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