While I was writing tonight, I received a phone call from my friend and learned that her sister had taken, not only her life, but her two-month old son's life as well. I may not know what she had been feeling at that time - be it anger, isolation, hopelessness, depression, or despair. I do know, however, what it feels to be alone, drowning in your own tears and screaming until your throat is raw, but to no avail. I'm familiar with the cold breath of depression breathing down your neck, whispering for you to pick up the blade, to open the bottle, to jump, or to just stop breathing.
But I also know what it feels like to be on the side that loses someone.
For the past six years, I have lost at least one loved one to cancer every year. In the past four years, I've also lost a friend to depression every year. In my nineteen years of living, I have attended fifteen funerals and only three weddings. I have loved and lost countless times and I have no doubt that I will keeping losing people, but I have faith and hope that these future deaths would come from old age - from a fulfilled life of struggle, strength, and love.
To my lovely readers, my insane watchers, my fellow outsiders, and anyone in the DeviantArt community, I beg of you from the bottom of my heart to please lend a hand to others, give a smile or thanks, post a comment, send a text, write a letter, paint a picture, and give it to someone. Let them know you are there. It does unimaginable wonders.
For anyone who needs someone to talk to, please don't hesitate to send me a note. I will reply and I won't turn you away - no matter how insane the situation.