Last Wednesday, I got news that one of my good friends took her own life. I’ve been grieving. I’m okay now, but I have my moments; they come and go.
It’s shocking how you could be talking to someone two days ago and then find out they’re gone forever. It’s crazy how severely lacking our mental healthcare system is. I’m really pissed there wasn’t much else anyone could have done for her to change her mind. She fought the good fight though. Did everything she could to find happiness.
She was always a beacon of light for everyone. She loved everyone. Always put everybody else first before her. But she didn’t have any of that for herself. Without self-love, you have nothing.
And maybe it was selfish for the rest of us to ask her to stay and suffer in her hell. Maybe this was her way of self-love, to end her own sufferings.
I don’t fucking know, man. This shit is fucking crazy fucked.