To the Editor:
Just read a Letter to the Editor in Sunday’s newspaper. I too, am a suicide survivor. My mother committed suicide when I was 20. For about a year before she actually succeeded I found her three times where she had attempted; Overdosing, drinking, rat poison in a piña colada and cutting her wrist.
She was in deep depression for years, but in denial. Back then if you admitted if you had a problem, people thought you were crazy. People would distance themselves from you. One would end up all alone and suffering by themselves. The devil preys on depression. If he can jump on your back while you are down, he will ride you til you break. I too battle depression. I tried counseling years ago. They usually just put you on a drug and tell you to come back. The best help came from God.
I have been going to my church for 14 years now. That has been the best counseling I ever had. My children have also been the best medicine for me. I can be so sad, due to someone breaking my heart, and just hugs from my daughters (and grandchildren) give me all the reason to live. And I thank Jesus everyday for putting them in my life.
Depression is a real disorder. It’s caused by a chemical imbalance in the brain and the depressed can’t make rational decisions. Robin Williams’ death prompted me to write about what I went through with my mother’s suicide. I would like to help someone going through what I have. Hopefully, more people will recognize and get help when they get overwhelmed by this disease. There is hope! Someone loves you and needs you! We that suffer depression have to know that we are worthy, and God will make the sun come up tomorrow for us to live. We have a purpose on earth. For our family and friends, we have to know what it would do for those left behind.
I beat myself for years over my mother’s death. I had to accept she was sick and did not know what she was doing.
Depressed people can’t see the sun for the clouds, but every storm runs out of rain! And we can find a rainbow at the end of our hardships. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. I should be a heavy-weight champion by now! I want my family and friends to know how much their love means to me and how they make my life so wonderful. And I want to be here for all of them when they need me, for the good, bad and the ugly.
If you suspect a loved one is struggling with depression, please let them know how loved and needed they are. Be encouraging to them to get the help they need.
Hopefully, with all the publicity of Robin Williams’ suicide will help others to seek help. Depression hits everyone’s home at some point. The rich, the poor, the pretty, the smart, the famous, the young and the old. God help us. We need to love and help our fellow man.