For those who want to leave this world, for those contemplating suicide but are to hesitant to go through with it, theres a reason for that. Something is holding you back. I think when you love something or love someone, that is the reason for you to stay. I thought long about this as I sat in the shower remembering the period of time when I felt very suicidal. I imagined in it in my head, my suicide.
I take the handful of pills I had prepared nights before from the cabinet. Tonight is the night. I write a letter to each family member in my household and I do it moments before my leaving because that gives each letter more meaning. I write one to my brother whom I have grown up with and developed the best brotherly bond there can ever be. I write one for each of my two younger brothers but ask that they be saved until they are old enough to understand the contents and meaning of the letter. I write one for my mother and make this one the longest because she and I have the strongest mother and son bond. I am her first born, of course the bond is strong. I make it known that she is not to blame for my departure as it was my own fault for not having the stomach to reach out. I write one for my stepfather telling him to stay strong for the family as I know he has always been. He and I have had a good relationship for him being a stepfather and I know he will not take my absence easily. I also write one for my best friend. This letter too is a long one explaining everything I have had running through my mind, apologies, feelings, especially the secrets I have long kept. Finally, all the letters are neatly stacked and properly and specifically addressed. Tears run down my face. It makes me so sad that all this is about to happen and my parents are upstairs sleeping, unaware of whats going on. Of course they don’t, its three in the morning. I want to die on the couch downstairs because I don’t want my brother to wake up near my lifeless body. As I sit on the cold leather couch, I stare out the backdoor into the moonlit plants. But in my head it’s just a background decoration because all I can really see is my family. I hold in my hand way too many pills for the human body to handle. I can’t stop thinking about my mother, my little brothers, and her. I remember her telling me she is proud of me for staying strong. I try very hard to think about the good things I still have as if that would be enough to change my mind. But sadly, the depressed mind is set. The choice has been made, letters have been written, and tears have been shed. I impulsively force down the handful of pills with heavy tears. After washing them down with a bottle of water, I lean back against the couch, stare out the back door and slowly… start… to fade… I’m dead now. My mom goes downstairs to make us breakfast but she stops. She sees my body laying back on the couch with my eyes open facing the back door. “R___?” She says with a cracked voice. She runs to me and shakes my body hoping I wake up and that I am only joking. She begins to cry and scream hysterically. She starts calling for help. I am her oldest. Her first kid. How could I have done this to her. My two younger brothers come down curious about what’s wrong with my mom. They understand death. They see my mom crying and hugging my lifeless body; however, my mom doesn’t even notice them. They both begin to cry. They are hurt deeply as I was the big brother they looked up to and the one they did everything after. My brother comes down knowing something is up. He sees us. He can’t breathe, he doesn’t know what to think. He doesn’t want to believe it. I was the one he goes to school and brags about. He loves telling all his friends about how tough and how cool his big brother is. We’ve always been side-by-side growing up. He doesn’t know what to do without me. He joins in the crying and the hugging as my mom is hanging up the phone after calling for an ambulance. He goes to hug my mom, he needs someone. My stepfather wakes up to the noise and realizes that the whole time the crying was for me. My death. He doesn’t want to believe it either. He cries quietly and hugs my three brothers and my mom. He wants to be alone though; I know he grieves best when it’s just him quietly by himself. But he has to be here. My family needs him there too. The ambulance is here now, and they put me in the body bag. I’m on my way to the hospital while my family follows. What have I done to them? I hurt them. I’m so selfish! I have a family that I love so much, and I left them to hurt. I remember them saying something. “What will we do without you? When you go off to college. Then who is going to be the funny one in the family. This house is going to be quiet without you.”
I’m sorry
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I want you to know I read this and I think this is amazing. We focus so much on leading up to our deaths we forget to think about what happens right after we die. Life goes on even when we die, time will not stop for us. Our personal journeys may end , but our lives with our struggles will just move on to someone else. In order to live for others, we need to live for ourselves. This post is a very strong reminder of that. Thank you for sharing.
I replied to everyone at the bottom. 🙂
This made me cry. I think about this all the time. The reason I fight through the pain and pretend everything is fine is because of my family. They are the only reason I’m still alive.
Watching the body of a person you love being taken away in a body bag is the hardest thing ever. I sat next to my brother’s lifeless body, holding his cold hand waiting for the ambulance to arrive. I was just numb that time. I couldn’t even cry. I think I actually broke down and cried for real when I saw the coffin going into the ground, and I realised, he was really gone.
We were born to die. Death is part of the human journey. We just never get used to it. I guess death by suicide is most hardest on those who care most about you. Leaving them to wonder what they did wrong. Why they couldn’t notice that something wrong? Why they didn’t help you? It leaves them with all these unanswered questions.
Great post and great responses. Ya get so wrapped up in your own misery you forget you’re not alone. Thanks
This helps me reconsider my thoughts
This really made me stop and think. Thank you for sharing…even though it added to the gallons of tears I’ve already shed today.
Thank you to everyone that replied. Remember to think about those who care about you. it may seem that there is no one out there but there is always someone out there. There are so many nice people here on SP. Just reach out. I remember there was a time when I was afraid to seek help, I learned that it was a good thing that I ended up seeking help. Please, do the same. 🙂