I feel as if I only wrote about a suicide, and here I am again, writing about another.
It's devastating.
Tears are in my eyes, and I did not know Cathriona. But her loss of life tugs at my heart. The fact she took her own life pummels it.
I feel like I'm lost for words. Like Daniel Kyre and all the other people before her that committed suicide, they have done something irreversible. They have scarred their family and friends, most likely unintentionally.
I can never say this enough,
Depression corrupts the mind.
Depression feeds you lies.
Talk to people if you feel ending your life is a good option.
Depression wants you to do this.
It makes you feel it's right.
But trust me, it is not.
Cathriona is another light extinguished by her own hands. She isn't the first. And gut wrenchingly, she won't be the last.
Right now, unimaginable amounts of people are contemplating suicide. People have killed themselves today, and just because they weren't in the news, doesn't mean that their lives weren't as valuable. It doesn't mean that they were less of a light.
We face such a horrendous problem in this world. We face mental health, we face fear, we face a lack of knowledge and understanding about mental health.
People with depression don't talk to people. I have had depression.
I know what it's like.
I know what it's like to hate yourself, to hate the world, to push everyone around you away. I know what it's like to feel the need to hurt yourself, I know what it feels like to be alone, I remember thinking I'd be doing people a favour by killing myself.
But I was so, so wrong, and if you're thinking these thoughts, you're wrong too. Please talk to someone. Please. I beg you. I know it's scary, but it'll be the best thing you can do for yourself and everyone around you. Talk to a friend, a family member, a doctor, a teacher, call a helpline, go onto 7cupsoftea.com, just please talk to someone.
Please.
An organisation set up by Jim Breen, where thousands of people cycle through Ireland every year, to break the cycle of suicide. Cleverly placed pun. Today, the lovely Mr Breen came to my school and talked to all seven hundred plus of us. In the back, wearing a disgustingly bright orange shirt in support (and feeling decidedly Dutch), I was struggling not to cry. Not that he was being morbid. He didn't delve into details of his depression, or any gruesome details of suicide. He spoke in such a way that was amazing. He spoke to us in a way that reached all levels of understanding in relation to mental health. He was able to educate those who have never experienced a mental monster, without boring them, or frightening them off the topic. Though, even with such sensitivity, he was able to touch those who had suffered mental illness. It was like a little nod to us. We knew we were understood, that he understood. For me, that is always extremely emotional. For someone to understa...
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