Fifty Times The Overdose

Every 40 seconds someone in the world commits suicide.

Humans have a natural fight to live. For some, they live like every minute counts. For others, you wait till it’s threatened.

We are facing the level of stress and pressure that mental patients used to breakdown from in the 1950’s.

Why is it that suicide, like any other form of escapism is taboo when it is one of the most real issues facing our generation today?

Before y’all start sending me concerned messages, no.  I am not suicidal.

To be honest, I used to think so little of my death. Maybe because I felt I had little to lose.

When I flew to and from Adelaide I never feared turbulences. When I took that 12,000 feet plunge from a plane I didn’t fear my parachute not opening. When I slept at night I didn’t fear the dark or the monsters that crept beneath my bed.

I shudder now at how little I thought of my own life when I was younger. That if I died today, it really wouldn’t make a difference.

In part that is true: from dust we come to dust we return. Like it or not most of us don’t die celebrities with movies made of our life story.

Most people don’t want to die young because they refuse to die single, unemployed or fat.  At the moment I’m 2 out of 3.

This is my experience, you only contemplate ending your life when you see no way out of your current state.

Here’s the hard-as truth: Life is too effing short. You need to wake up.

It is too short to hide your talents. It is too short to waste, it is too short to spend with the wrong people.

Your life matters.

To end your life without thinking how your death affects others is selfish and stupid.

Give me one reason why you don’t think you should be alive and I’ll give you 10,000 reasons why you should be.

It is selfish to kill yourself because there are countless of others who want to live but cannot. I think of 17 year old Rachel Scott who lost her life at the hands of two idiots just because she stood for her faith. I think of Manford who suffered at the cruel hands of AVM. I think of Mrs. Kong who missed her daughter’s wedding because of autoimmune disease and I spit at your suicide attempts.

I spit because you don’t get it.

I spit because I don’t get it.

I’m angry at how incompetent I am.

Because I don’t know how to help you.

To live long is a blessing. 



“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord.

“They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.

Jeremiah 29:11

Side note: Loving my new Sharpies!

Thinking of:  Matt Redman’s 10,000 Reasons, my long overdue vision board, Supernatural, cookie dough chip, unwanted attention, that breaking point, KHS’s Coca-Cola instrumental of Little Talks and slowly getting up.

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