“I had a dream that I killed myself and God showed me a bird’s-eye view of the effect my death had on my mom and dad.”
You could get eight hours of sleep and you’d still feel like you stayed up all night. You could do nothing all day long and still feel exhausted.
Have you heard the one about the hanging mannequin that actually turned out to be a suicide victim?
Until we all acknowledge the seriousness of not only the devastating feelings and embarrassment of becoming suicidal, but the long lasting scars of the people who witness a suicide of someone close to them, nothing will change.
There are people you haven’t met yet, lives you haven’t changed, experiences that you need to have. And moments you need to be a part of.
One in five people in the United States live with a mental illness.
When the email pinged out across campus – sent to every student and professor with an .edu address, warning them to stay away from Central Campus, alerting them about an unnamed body, about a poor soul who jumped from the fifth floor, may God rest her soul – no one would have guessed it was me.
They want to live so desperately, but they can’t seem to find a way to. They feel like they have exhausted all their options and the pain they are experiencing is well beyond them.
I can’t remember not forcing myself to smile outside of laughing, I can’t remember enjoying talking to people or feeling a relaxed calm.
Cullen is still in prison. His final suicide plea was a total failure.