In honor of a friend lost years too soon

My recent struggles with depression and loneliness have brought to mind the passing of my friend, Nicole, who took her own life a few years ago.  Without going into the details, what I can say that Nicole was a beautiful, witty, vibrant woman I admired and cherished as a friend.  We knew each other in passing in high school but I only got to really know her in the months leading up to when she left this earth.  Of any person I have even known, she is the one I have chosen to live for, because I know she would want a better fate for me.  She once said she saw something “special” in me.  I’ll never forget that.

This article is to honor her.

Folks, I am absolutely tired of people saying they don’t “have time” to help someone in depression situations.  I have work to do.  They are just doing it for attention.  I don’t have time.  There are services and hotlines for that.

Screw that!  It takes less than a split second for a person to take their own life.  Up to that point, it’s an eternity of self-doubt, loathing, angst, fear, sadness, heartbreak and just trying to get out of the emotional ditch.  It is so easy to get stuck; so very hard to get out.  It doesn’t matter why it happens or who is reached out to for help.  News flash:  when someone you care about is at or near rock bottom, thinking about the unthinkable, and they reach out for help, that’s bottom-of-the-ninth, two outs, bases loaded time, and like it or not, ready or not, you’re up to bat.

In a situation like, you swing and do not miss.

Now yes, there are some folks who will do themselves in no matter what.  It’s just how it is.  But isn’t it worth having the chance to save even one life in a billion with just a kind word, a pat on the back, or a hug at that critical moment?  You just never know.  I went through that myself recently.  I’ll treasure the help and support I received.

Please, if you know someone at this stage, help them.  They will never forget your kindness and compassion, and the rewards are immeasurable.

I miss you, Nicole.  And thanks.

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