I know Suicide Awareness Month was September but I have been thinking a lot about it this weekend. I have been hurt by suicide more than once in my life.
When I was 16 an ex boyfriend of mine took an overdose and inevitably passed away. I was doing my GCSE's at the time and even though we were no longer together it still really hit me hard. I couldnt concentrate on anything and couldnt eat properly. I went to the church for the funeral and couldnt even bring myself to go in. I remember like yesterday standing outside when his coffin was brought out to be buried and nearly collapsing from the weight of my grief.
I didnt know he had anything wrong in his life. He never talked about it. He never let anyone get close enough to see what was underneath his centre of attention personality. He just always came across as the life and soul of any party. He may not have been the most honest, considering he had a girlfriend when we first met, but there was nothing to ever suggest he was suicidal.
He was the first person I ever lost in my life and it changed me forever. I may have been young and didnt really know what love was but losing him taught me about heartache. A little part of me broke forever that day.
My next loss to suicide was even bigger and not a boyfriend. One of my closest friends. He was a huge part of my life. He was my best friends boyfriend but him and I had a special bond. He treated me like a sister. We fought like siblings and loved eachother like siblings. He went through so much and we knew he was suffering and had tried so hard to be there for him. He had attempted to end things before and part of me always knew it was going to happen, but nothing prepared me for the phone call to tell me he was gone. I remember seeing him in his coffin and seeing a look of peace on his face.
I myself have suffered with Mental health problems and a few years ago my illness caused me to feel so dark and low that there were many days I sat looking at my pain killers thinking that all of my suffering would go away if I just took them. I couldnt cope with my life and what I had become. I was being dressed by my husband. Needing help to just get to the bathroom. I felt like my life was worth nothing, like I had nothing to live for. I spent my days staring at the same four walls and being in pain and exhausted and it was driving me to distraction.
The biggest thing that stopped me was the part of me that was broken from the loss of people who had commited suicide. I remembered the trauma and how part of me was never the same and I just knew that no matter how hard it was for me to live I knew that ending my suffering would start a lifetime of suffering from those who love me. My husband who looks after me, how could I hurt him that way. How could I put him through the trauma of having to cope with losing the love of his life. My parents how could I hurt them like that. Losing a child is a horrible thing to go through for anyone. My siblings and my nieces and nephews. How could I do that to them. I had seen that hurt before for other families. It was what stopped me day after day. I knew I had to fight for those who loved me, if not for myself.
I beg anyone who has these feelings to seek help. Talk to someone. You may feel like you are alone but you are never alone. There are always people out there who can help you and want to help you.
Samaritans:
https://www.samaritans.org/
Crisis Clinic
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