To many, she was an exceptional person. Loving wife, thoughtful mother, and a generous friend who connected to a lot of people from all walks of life. Despite Life and Fate dealing her several heavy blows from left and right, she bore them up well. People practically canonized her. “Oh, look how strong she is!” “Such dignity, such bravery, such selflessness.”
Then she killed herself. No suicide note. No warning.
And now when you look back at her Facebook wall, what seemed like introspective musings of hers now look like unheeded cries for help. Are we just overreacting? Are we reading too much into her status messages? Do we just want things to make some sense?
None of it makes sense. Then again, the trials she went through didn’t make sense either. So in a way a certain balance was maintained. Her death was but the final inexplicable, nonsensical punctuation she placed at the end of her sentence.
At least she wrote it herself.
2 comments:
Haven't you ever thought of ending it all, Joel?
I have. I do.
Which somehow makes me think I understand people who take their own lives. But the thing is, suicide, like living, is essentially, deeply personal.
Sometimes, not even the suicide knows why. Only that the void has become more preferable than life itself.
@RUDEBOY: Yes I have, but it was only more of a mental exercise, really, rather than a serious consideration. I'm still too happy living life to consider taking mine.
Trying to make sense of things is something we do. But it seems we both agree that Life, like Death, need not make sense. They just are.
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