I once read somewhere that before we are born, everyone writes their own story. Our souls return to this world with a goal to achieve. With a lesson to learn. In our story we write our spouses, our children, the whole thing. Within this story, we also write ways out. I am not a religious person, so I like this theory. I think about this whenever someone dies, or comes close to dying. That was their ticket out, if their soul was ready to leave, they go. If they had more to learn or contribute, they survive. This theory has always brought me comfort, especially when people die young.
This has been on my mind lately because of a local suicide. I did not know him, but the loss of this man rocked many lives. From what I understand, he was an amazing sound guy, a good friend, good to his woman and a loving father. Now, I could be wrong. But the overwhelming sorrow and love shown for this man makes it seem right.
Suicide is one of the most tragic events this life can see. Some people say its selfish. That is ignorance talking. People who do this are drowning in a sea of their terrible thoughts. They are hurting beyond belief, often times unnoticed.
My sadness for everyone who loved this man runs deep. I am sad for the people who were close to him. I am sad for the people who saw him often and didn’t see it coming. I am sad for the people who lost touch and were in shock.
I have known people who have taken their own lives. And in hindsight, there may have been signs. But for the most part, they seemed happy. They had so much to live for. But they wore a mask and they wore it well. And that’s what makes it so devastating. If I had only known. If I could have talked them out of it. But the truth is, they were fighting a battle within themselves. A battle that they didn’t know how to fight. A battle they didn’t want to bring anyone into because it was too scary and painful.
And that brings me back to my point. Maybe this was part of the story they wrote. Maybe they accomplished what they needed to and went back to write another story. Maybe this tragedy was part of your story, your lesson. And maybe, hopefully, your stories will overlap again. It may be in five years, or a thousand years. You will see each other again. And that is what gives me comfort.
And to anyone involved in this, or any loss to suicide, I wish you peace and hours of good memories. You deserve both.