The Hard Truth About Suicide, Because We Can't Ignore It Any Longer

121 suicides happen each day. 121 men and women lost, changing hundreds and sometimes thousands of lives around them. 121 people, who are loved more than they know that cannot overcome the struggle of mental illness. 121 souls, gone far too soon. While these numbers are jarring, this is the hard truth about suicide, because we can't ignore it any longer. 

The drug addict, struggling with his demons. A 4.0 student who just wanted to take the edge off the stress of trying to be perfect, causing their life to spiral out of control. The person who got kicked out of their school, disappointing their family and friends, becoming a huge embarrassment. The person who had given up their dreams for a poisonous substance. This is suicide.

The girl who doesn’t have any friends and just wants to fit in. Her daily struggle to wear the best clothes, say the right things, and act perfectly, just to realize the disappointment of still feeling alone. This is suicide.

The man whose girlfriend decided he wasn’t worth the effort to try anymore. The one who pretends to hold it together in front of all his friends, laughing on the outside, all while feeling dead on the inside. The one who cannot take the pain and despair of losing the only one he has ever loved in his life. This is suicide.

The soldier who saw the unimaginable reality of war. The soldier who lost his brothers in battle, family that did not make it home. The soldier who is exhausted, who struggles to sleep because of the horrific nightmares that realistically haunt him every single night. The soldier who has such bad PTSD that he would rather be dead than suffer anymore. To the soldier who could not get the help he needed. This is suicide.

The spoiled teenage who has everything they could possibly want. The best clothes, house, friend, and car. The teenager who does anything to get attention from their parents who are too preoccupied by their well-paying jobs. The one who starts to get into trouble just to be noticed is giving up. This is suicide.

The movie star who despite having a huge fan base, feels completely alone. The person who has a million dollar home, constant offers for new projects, and praise from millions of fans. The person who is tired and just wants to be out of the light of media. This is suicide. 

The mother who recently lost her baby. Battling post childbirth depression and baby blues. A single mother left with nothing but an empty nursery and broken heart.  The mother who cannot overcome the greatest loss that a parent can deal with. This is suicide.

The old grandfather who lost the love of his life.  The one who no longer wants to live through the loneliness without his one, true, lifelong love by his side. This is suicide.

The homeless person who feels they have nothing to live for. Who lost their job, their family, their home, and had nowhere to turn to, besides the streets.  The person who was too embarrassed to beg that they would rather go hungry. The one who maxed out their time at the homeless shelter, leaving them all alone. This is suicide.

Suicide does not discriminate. It does not pick its victims by race, color, gender, popularity, or age. It is an agonizing mental illness that despite some people’s greatest effort, will never go away. It is that voice in the back of your head that tells you the world would be better off if you were dead.

Some people suffering from depression deal with suicide for months, years, and sometimes a lifetime. They wake up knowing that they should not think that way; however, still have the negative thoughts in the back of their heads. They realize they have people to live for, and reasons to fight another day, but those demons remain. Embedded thoughts that plague mentally ill people 24/7.

To the ones trying so hard to seek help, yet, hit roadblock after roadblock. To the ones that fight a long, hard, painful fight.

To the man sitting in his room with the door locked, crying, begging for final relief.

To the teenager, holding the empty pill bottle, waiting for that final amount of attention from her parents.

To the women sitting in her car, rolling the windows up, thinking about finally meeting and spending eternity with her baby.

To all the amazing and loved people, fighting their silent and unknown battles, that could not hold on any longer. 

You are not alone in this.  

If you know anyone suffering from depression and suicidal thoughts, let them know you are not alone. National Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-8255 

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Tracy Hageman

Tracy is an average young mother who tries to make it through the busy day without losing her shit or stepping on more than three legos. Her honesty is a trait that flows freely and allows her to have a blunt and honest humor. Besides wrestling with her red headed toddler, she is living the dream of working and going to school full-time, while still trying to make time to do what she enjoys: writing. Wine is any mothers best friend, and there is nothing better than winding down on the couch with a glass or bottle and her loving man. Twitter handle: httpstwitter.com21Hageman Facebook URL: https://www.facebook.com/blogmesomelove/

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