They say that things happen in the blink of an eye. They’re not wrong. But to capture those moments we never get to experience twice is the important part of living in a world that only goes faster, and more forward.
Today, September 10th, is World Suicide Prevention Day.
And I’m sitting here thinking, “What did my status updates do to help?” Prevention Week happened the whole week last week, and I believe raising awareness helps, but it’s definitely not the end of it.
I’ve come to know about TWLOHA – the whole cause, two years back more or less, and the advocacy never really stuck up until I had encountered individuals who were the subject of the cause. It broke my heart and burdened me. It grew on me over the past year and few months, and I’ve been praying about it. I find myself encountering people with issues related to depression, and I do believe it’s neither accident nor coincidence that I am the one that gets to talk to them. God is using me to be able to reach them, and channel His love towards them. Petty my efforts may seem, I know that it is purely God who will ultimately move them and touch their hearts.
I want to be able to impact these precious people in a different way, not just by my words. I don’t want distance to become a hindrance, that I won’t be able to properly minister to them and encourage them, but instead I want it to be a motivation. I will reach out to them, and I will be able to let them know that they are loved, no matter what they’re going through, however difficult they think life is. I just want to be able to give them a hug, and let them know that God is always embracing them, keeping them in His arms. He wants them to know that they are precious, and suicide is not worth it.
Everyone who is struggling with depression and self-harm have their stories to tell, fingers to point, and tears to cry. It’s understandable. But it shouldn’t be tolerated. I mean, could you imagine leaving these fragile beings alone? No. They deserve to know their worth and purpose. And that’s what I want to do.
# Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with TWLOHA or any related groups. I am but an advocate. I have freely written this without their asking, and I am not using them to promote my blog.
In light of NSPW (National Suicide Prevention Week) and WSPD (World Suicide Prevention Day) which happens in September, here’s a little something for everybody.
To everyone I know, or don’t know who is struggling with depression, self-harm, and suicidal tendencies, I want you to know that we’re here and we’re fighting for you. I wish every bit of virtual encouragement I type out gets across with the same warmth and concern that I am gathering fuel from. Believe me when I say these things, never to just gain attention, but to ultimately get across firmly and with all the love in my capacity that you are loved and you are important. There will always be at least one person who is looking out for you, but they are too shy, too reluctant, too afraid. I’m afraid it’s on our part as well, and I apologize on behalf of that.
Find no fault in the eyes that gaze,
used never to judge, but weep instead
for those lost to their own blindness.
When the voices all scream in chorus
when they agree to nothing but hate,
find that love’s whisper rises above and stays.
Quietly you watch as the sunrise peeks,
glowering over, but sending you a smile
that says “Good morning, it’s a new day, child.”
When you seem to find no one in the confines
of your blood-stained corner, rise and look up:
A hand reaches towards you, to wipe it off, it’s all over.
Endlessly, you should count, and grow weary
at the thought of a million and more hearts that
see your soul, and love you, more than you’ll ever know.
Here’s to fighting and winning battles against self-harm and suicide! God bless you guys, you know you will always find someone to help and give you hope and love.
Twenty years. What do two decades sum up to?
A span of twenty years would be enough to change a country’s economy. It could also be enough for one to accumulate wealth. It could mean a lifespan of somebody.