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Remembering a friend on WSPD

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In high school, I didn’t have a specific clique that I belonged to. I was on the athletic council, had geek friends, art kid friends, drama and music friends. But I felt most at home with the outcasts.  The group of friends that were self-proclaimed misfits, the ones that didn’t really fit into any of the stereotypical boxes our high school hierarchy tried to fit them into.

These people were odd, but they were genuine, kind, smart and creative. There was always someone around to talk to, and we had gotten pretty good at being supportive, while trying to leave out any form of judgement. It was easy to just be yourself around them and that was a safe, comforting thing when someone was fighting through the ups and downs of high school.

Today, I’m thinking about one of my friends from this group in particular. He was thin and lanky in high school. I remember noticing him because I thought his taste in music was odd. Techno. Techno of all kinds, but he had a certain love for French techno. He always wore these huge headphones and was happy to share them with anyone that would give his favourite music a try. He was a fringe art kid in high school. Creative, artistic and he had an excellent eye for photography. His sense of humour offbeat, he was a bit goofy.  He was a kind soul, even though people weren’t always kind to him, because he was different.

I last saw him in person a few years ago at a friend’s wedding.  Still thin and lanky, but it suited him. He looked comfortable in his skin. He seemed happy and was just as kind and genuine as I’d remembered.

A few weeks ago, when I read the message that he’d gone missing, I felt an ache in my heart. When I heard he’d passed away, my heart broke.

It was once again a reminder that so many people suffer in silence.  Even if someone seems happy and comfortable and settled, that doesn’t mean they’re not suffering. It doesn’t mean that they’re okay.

My heart breaks that someone who seemed so happy and was kind and such a great friend was hurting so intensely. That he felt he had no one to go to, that he felt it wasn’t going to get better.

I wish I’d told him that it does get better, that he is loved and even if he didn’t believe it, there were people who would’ve dropped anything to help him fight. I  would’ve, even though we hadn’t been as close as we used to be. That no matter what, he was never alone.

I tried writing about this sooner, but to be honest, the emotions were too raw. I needed some time to get my head around it. To work through the guilt and anger and frustration that the world has once again lost a beautiful human being to the epidemic that is depression and suicide.

Today is World Suicide Prevention Day. Suicide is never easy to talk about, there is still a huge stigma attached to it. But the World Health Organization says that more than 800,000 people commit suicide each year. That’s about one person every 40 seconds. It’s an epidemic. So we need to keep talking about it.

 

 Suicide Prevention Resources:

Canadian Association for the Prevention of Suicide
National Council for Suicide Prevention
The Trevor Project
International Association for Suicide Prevention

 
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Let’s Talk

When I was 17, a friend of mine went missing.  She was my neighbour.  She was someone I looked up to and I thought she had it all together.  She’d gone to school to become a nurse, she had moved in with her long time boyfriend and was working her first ‘real’ job.

She always treated me like a kid sister and it was nice to have, because I grew up with a lot of brothers.  She had only brothers, too, so it was nice to have each other.  She was always so patient and kind to me, even though I was quite a few years younger than she was.  I remember going over to play with her doll house when I was really little, or being invited over when her family brought home their new puppy.  I remember spending Sunday afternoons sitting patiently with her while her mom tried to teach us how to knit.

When she went missing, everyone was so worried.  Her mom looked like she’d aged years in a matter of hours.  The morning she disappeared, she’d gone off to work, just as she always did.  Nothing seemed amiss.  Her boyfriend showed up at the end of the day to pick her up only to find out she hadn’t been at work, something so out of the ordinary for her.  We knew something was very wrong.

It wasn’t until a few days later that we knew what had happened to her.  My friend had committed suicide.

The news was a shock to everyone, but her mother later confided that she’d struggled with depression her whole life.  It just wasn’t something that was readily talked about.

We need to change that.  It’s something that we need to start talking about openly, because no one should feel hopeless.  No one should feel that overwhelmed, that lost, that desperate.  No one should feel that scared, that much pain, that much despair.  Because it gets better and there is help.

Today is World Suicide Prevention Day.  So let’s not be afraid to talk about this crisis, because breaking the silence is the first step in helping those who are suffering.

Suicide Prevention Resources:

Canadian Association for the Prevention of Suicide
National Council for Suicide Prevention
The Trevor Project

 

For immediate help or support, call:

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at
1-800-273-TALK (8255)