Suicide is such a heavy subject and I know we have all thought about it at one point or another. Suicide is ranked highest in teens and adults under 35.Suicide is brought on by many things including financial difficulties,bullying,sexual orientation and other undesirable situations.
I remember when I was 10 back in Maseru my neighbor’s daughter drank pills in an attempt to end her life that was the first time I ever heard of suicide ,I was so scared for her and wondering what could be so bad she had to end her life? Little did I know a year or two I would attempt to do the same. I was missing my mom so bad and my dad never cared enough to see I needed love my step-mom was always abusing me. I sat in my room crying night after night asking god to just take me.I took a knive and placed it on my wrist unfortunately the blade was not sharp enough and nothing bad happened.
Attempt number two occurred when I was much older and this time it was an act of stupidity because I loved a boy so much and my desperate attempt to keep him I drank pills(Antibiotic)”I swear I think I’m to afraid to try or its a cry for attention coz it never seems to work.
Bullying is a serious matter especially in high school,kids take it upon themselves to deem others cool and others not.You get ostracized and everyone treats you like you have Leprosy .You go through high school with no self esteem and no friends in the end some students take their own lives. Parents who have children should really watch for the signs and if you think your child is being bullied report it immediately and try and help your child recover and not be a victim of bullying.
Sometimes we all struggle financially, emotionally and physical we feel like we in a cave and its closing in that the only solution is death. Most of the times that is depression and its very sad alot of Africans never want to discuss mental issues they dont believe theres such things as bipolar ,depression and so forth. If you behave a certain way they just think your parents didnt whoop you enough or you came from a rich family so you were spoiled. Depression hurts and most times its very visible a once happy person distances himself/herself from people.Getting out of bed is a task all they want to do is sleep. These people need someone they can trust to just talk about their feelings and have a shoulder to lean on. Most of the times family and friends are so consumed in their lives they forget about their loved ones. A depressed person can think their not loved and no one cares about them.most of the times its too late to help them and they commit suicide.
Sexual orientation: It shouldnt matter if someone is gay or lesbian if you love that family member or friend then by all means accept them for who they are nothing changes about that person. I’m not sure if Africans have learnt to accept Gay people but I’ve heard horror stories .Someone getting attacked by gang of people coz his gay, getting killed by people. Gay people are no different from you or me and often they fear society so much because of what we think is Norm.. Imagine if your brother is gay and you hear he committed suicide because he was being bullied and attacked by his peers,how would you feel?” “why then do you do the same to that other person? Arent we god’s children? Do you think they come from another special Cloth? Please people I would never want someone’s blood on my hands because I was masking my own masculinity. Yes most of you have had thoughts of exploring the other side and that thought sickens you and in order not to think you are gay you make it a point to terrorize someone has accepted what they like.
Here is an excerpt from a book called Chicken Soup For The Soul. A must read..Thanks to Lulu Tinarwo (Lawyer and Personal Friend)for making me read this book.
Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove, and a small tape recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered articles. Since they were going the same way, he helped to carry the burden.
As they walked Mark discovered the boy’s name was Bill, that he loved video games, baseball, and history, that he was having a lot of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend. They arrived at Bill’s home first and Mark was invited in for a Coke and to watch some t.v. The afternoon passed pleasantly with a few laughs and some shared small talk, then Mark went home.
They continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once or twice. They ended up at the same High school where they had brief contacts over the years. Finally the long awaited senior year came, and three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk. Bill reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met.
“Do you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things from school that day?” asked Bill. “You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn’t want to leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mother’s pills and I was going home to commit suicide. But after we spent some time together I realized that if I had, I would have missed that time and so many others that might follow. So you see, Mark, when you picked up my books for me that day, you did a lot more. You saved my life.”
You see moral of the story is to love one another .The simple things in life are the simple things that make the most impact sometimes. If you ever feel like you are suicidal call someone and if you dont want to confide in your family and friends call the suicide hotline they will talk to you and they wont judge or be shocked as to why you want to kill yourself.
with that I leave with you with a song from Marsha Ambrosius She lost a friend who was bullied because he was gay .