Once again people choosing death by suicide have filled the media streams this past week, especially this past two days.
Reality is – suicide is happening!
For me personally I choose to find some sort of positive way to address this: through education, awareness and brave stories.
People who choose death by suicide aren’t weak, they aren’t awful human beings, they aren’t pathetic and useless. It doesn’t matter who they are, what they do, or how they have been they were in unbearable pain and saw no other way out.
On October 31, 2004 I wanted my life to end, it wasn’t about selfishness, weakness, lack of character! I didn’t know what to do, and felt there was no way out!
Why? – desperation, isolation, fear of the unbearable pain continuing forever, feeling that I was a burden on my family – they were better off without me, and feeling that everything was hopeless. I was a shadow of my former self, really not Lee at all – looking in my eyes on that day I saw nothing – lifelessness, emptiness and no hope.
Today I read an article at Huffington Post from Stephanie Madoff Mack: I still don’t understand Mark’s suicide. I was saddened by some of the comments. It doesn’t matter what you believe around the pain her father-in-law Bernard Madoff caused. What matters is a Mom lost her lover, and the father to her children to suicide one year ago. Bravo Stephanie for your bravery and using your voice.
I want to bring light to one of my best friends Natasja Fischer. Natasja lost her Dad to suicide 27 years ago. To this day it still effects her, yet she has stepped through her pain on many levels, and shares it in this beautiful poem she shared on the 27 year anniversary of his suicide.
27 Years
On November 19, 1984 my father made a decision that would be his last,
to leave this physical plane and take his life.I’m not sure how long it took him to prepare.
He filled the room with memoirs of his life that proved his existence:
Valentines hearts once filled with chocolates
would mark the number of Valentines Days pastHe surrounded himself with cards and framed pictures of his family.
I’m not sure if he felt the energy from those items
if he felt the love from those cards and pictures
or if it only magnified his darkness and intensified his pain.He did not leave a note and he did not say goodbye.
I have a handful of pictures and items that were his
fragments that proved he was indeed real
that he was once here
that he wasn’t just a part of my overactive imaginationScattered memories assist me to put the pieces of his life together.
Conversations shared with me by others.A few weekends spent with him our last fall
I remember when he’d talk about leaving
I would be afraid to close my eyes or leave his side
not sure if he’d be there in the morning.This summer a very brave and kind woman shared a memory with me,
my father had come into her place of work and sat down with her and her husband.
He was upset and crying, he told her that he f’ed up.That he failed his family by not putting the first.
He lamented the absence of them no longer in the family home
The next day when she heard the news (that he was gone)
she realized that they were probably the last people that he spoke to.
I’m not sure what his last thoughts were
or his last words, or if he prayedI’m not sure what the last song he heard
blaring on the stereo from the other end of the houseI’m not sure what time it was or how long it took him
to pull the triggerThis year for some strange and obscure reason his absence is magnified
and I miss him more than ever.The only logical reason I can give it is that next month,
when I turn 38 I will have out lived him.
I do know that in a long time from now when we meet again
he will be able to answer all of my questions
and will be able to put the pieces of his life and decisions (especially the last one) together.Until then I can only send him love and forgiveness.
~Natasja Fischer
November 20, 2011
You may never know the WHY?
Allow yourself to let go of the why and focus on the now!
Allow yourself to grieve, to feel angry, abandoned, and at a loss.
Allow yourself the opportunity to heal – with grace, compassion and forgiveness.
If you are reading this and are contemplating suicide, please STOP and think for a moment and read HERE There is hope, you are not alone and you are loved.
I invite you to watch this – my first thought of suicide and how the call to Distress Centre 403.266.HELP (4357) put me on the path of saving my life.







It’s it in the moments where everything seems hopeless, when the world feels like it’s against you, when you feel noone is listening that you want to give up.


