Kay Warren is a wonderful advocate for mentally ill and depressed individuals. She lost her son to suicide several years ago, and has been tireless in her crusade to help people who suffer the same way her son did. It’s unfortunate that it takes losing someone close to you to get active in helping others, but there’s always hope something good can come from something bad.
I have experienced the loss of suicide, and I know how devastating it is to the family and friends of those left behind. My sister’s husband committed suicide in 2002, and my husband’s brother took his life last year. I was struck both times at how painful it is for the families suffering afterwards. When a person commits suicide, they think they are a burden and the family will be relieved to be rid of them. They really believe that.
If they have an inkling of how painful it will be, sometimes it gets to the point where they are in too much pain to stay alive for the sake of their family. It’s not that they don’t care, it’s that they can’t stand the suffering any longer.
My family has no idea how close they were to losing me. By the grace of God, I made it through the darkest times in my life. I can’t say how….all I can say is that I wanted to kill myself every day for years….between 5 and 10 years, and it’s a miracle I didn’t carry it out.
Kay Warren posted on Facebook the other day about the semicolon. Basically it’s a campaign that says that authors use a semicolon when they want the sentence to continue. They used a period for the end of a sentence. If you want to commit suicide, and decide to continue the sentence, a semicolon can remind you to carry on. Keep going. So people can get a tattoo of a semicolon on their wrist to remind them to go on.
I’m not a tattoo person, but if I was, I would get that. I’m very proud of the fact that I survived. I’m now in remission from my bipolar illness. I’m clean and sober. I’m about as happy as a person can be. I made it through the darkest times. My life is a semicolon. I give all the praise and glory to God. I didn’t do anything on my own. It was all with Him.
I don’t know how God is going to use me, but I know he will. My story isn’t finished.