Sunday, August 24, 2014

The Tragedy of the Trapped

     I would like to express my sadness over the passing of Robbin Williams. He was a great man and will be missed. My thoughts and prayers go out to his family and friends. I feel a bit disrespectful using Robbin Williams' recent passing as a sort of segue into my post today, but I feel as though I should say a few things regarding the topic of suicide. 

     Let me begin by emphasizing that suicide is a terribly tragic thing. It should never ever be romanticized or glorified and anything that can be done to prevent it should be done. 

     There seems to be this idea that suicide equals selfishness and giving up. That it means someone decided that just because life got hard, they were done. This is not true at all. While suicide is a choice, it is not made just because someone is too lazy to fight their problems. 

     Imagine you are extremely claustrophobic, and you are in a small room with no windows or doors. As time goes on, the walls start getting closer together, and the ceiling starts moving closer to your head and to the floor. At first you were able to stand up, but eventually you have to crouch, and then kneel, and finally you are forced to ball yourself up into the fetal position. This would be scary for anyone, but someone who is claustrophobic would be panicking before they even had to crouch. This person would be desperate to escape, and by the time they were forced to curl up, they would be willing to use any means necessary to get out. 

     This is what depression feels like. The best word I have ever heard used to describe depression is "trapped." That's exactly what it is. You are trapped in your own head with your own thoughts and with oceans of despair that you struggle to swim through. Suicide is not what happens when you get tired of swimming, or tired of treading water, or even tired of floating on your back. It is what happens when you have reached a point that you literally cannot see a way to keep swimming. The only possible solution for escape that a person who has reached this low point can see is to drown. (I would like to note that different people experience depression and other struggles in different ways. Not everyone becomes suicidal, like not everyone inflicts self harm, or stops going to work or school, or gets angry at God, or stops eating, etc. Point being, even if you have faced serious struggles and have not felt like ending your life is the only option, that doesn't mean others have not felt that way.)

     What makes suicide so tragic is that the person who committed or attempted it had completely lost hope, and not because they weren't trying to find it. To them, all they were able to see was a life of never-ending despair. A person dealing with this is not someone who should be blamed for being selfish or weak or unwilling. This is a person who desperately needs love and help. 

     This being said, even a suicidal person who has dealt with depression or some other struggle that leaches them of all hope and purpose and who can see no light at the end of the tunnel retains enough will power to ask for help. I asked for help when I started to feel like I hurt so much that living was a burden, and it has made all the difference. However, asking for help was very very hard for me to do. Being the oldest kid in my family, I feel like I have to be this perfect golden child. To admit that I was not okay was not easy. I fought the tears and tried to appear strong even as I told my mom how much I was struggling. As hard as that was, it was worth it. 

     Unfortunately, not everyone seeks help. Perhaps they don't know who to ask or how. I don't pretend to know all of the reasons why people don't ask, but judging them for that is not my place. This is the point I most want to emphasize: It is not our place to judge someone, especially for things we know nothing about. It isn't anyone's place other than God's. Our job is to love sincerely, be sensitive, provide support, and always be kind. 


     If you or someone you know has had suicidal thoughts, or has even just mentioned it in passing (ALWAYS take that seriously, by the way), please take advantage of these resources. Even if you don't think you will need them, I encourage you to put the numbers in your phone anyway and keep these resources close. 




  • National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: In the U.S., call 1-800-273-TALK (8255)
  • Crisis Text Line: text "listen" to 741-741. They invite you to "text us about anything that's on your mind." They also offer additional resources on this page. These resources include numbers to call and text for help regarding anything from depression and suicide to eating disorders to human trafficking to abuse.
  • Friends. Family. Teachers. Leaders. Bishops. Ministers. Rabbis. There is no shame in admitting you need help. Even if one of the people you talk to doesn't take you seriously, understand it is their ignorance and not your failure. Try someone else, because you deserve better.
  • Pray. God will help you. He may give you the courage to ask for help, or direct someone to you who will listen, or provide some opportunity for you to find your way out. It hardly ever happens that He takes away your pain completely, because our trials are for us to learn and become like Him. But I promise God loves you, and if you let Him, he will guide you to and through help and healing. 
  • For answers to frequently asked questions about suicide and depression, visit this page on the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention website. 
  • Friday, August 22, 2014

    Start to a New Life

         My bedroom is currently a disaster zone. Why? Because I'm moving out and returning to Provo and BYU. Today. So, of course, instead of packing and cleaning and doing ALL THE THINGS, I'm bumming around on the internet and blogging. Because that makes sense. 

         I don't do well with transitions. Facing change feels like jumping into a black hole for me. Even if the change is exciting, I really struggle to handle it. At transition times, my depression hurts me the most. Thanks to modern medicine, I'm doing alright currently. However, it feels like I'm walking across a glass floor and I can see the dark churning waves of depression and anxiety right below my feet, and I'm afraid the glass could shatter at any moment and I'll fall in. Its rather terrifying. 

         Change is inevitable. Its a part of life. No matter how much we want to stay where we are and where its comfortable, we can't. We have to grow up and take on all the challenges that come with it. Maybe that's the hardest thing--that we have no control. Yes, we can choose some things, like what we will do in the next stage of life, but we can never choose to stay behind in the old stage. Part of me wishes I could remain a kid or a teenager forever and live comfortably in my parents' house. Its a great place. I don't have to worry about money and I have 5 other people here and two pets that love me. Its a lot less scary here than in the real world. 

         I feel like I've lived many different lives. A life as a very small child. A few lives during elementary school. A life in junior high. Two or three in high school. And at least three since then. Sometimes these new lives start all at once, and sometimes so slowly that I wake up one day and realize that I'm not the same, and my life isn't the same, but don't know how it happened. 

         Today is a scary start to a new life--the kind of start where I just have to jump in, like jumping off a cliff, and hope that I land on my feet. I can't just say, "this jump is too scary. I think I'll just stay here." I'm being pushed by a wall of my parent's expectations and my own desire to succeed. Its good to be pushed a little, though. 

         This post really doesn't have a conclusion or a life lesson. Basically, I'm stressed and scared, and writing is therapeutic for me. And I've just got to suck it up and jump. 

         Wish me luck.