How would you handle it?
Would you embrace them? Would you thank them for trusting you with something so personal? Would you tell them how happy you are that they are still here? Would you tell them how much you love them? How much God loves them?
These are all of the things I wish I'd done, now - looking back.
I wish I'd said and done all of those things.
I didn't though.
Instead, my heart filled with pain and I got sucked into the emotion of the suicides I've lived through, and in an almost scolding manner asked WHY they didn't call me? Why didn't they come to me, knowing I'd listen?
Why didn't they call to me?
Looking back now, even though I didn't mean it that way - it sounds a little selfish.
In my deep fear and pain in the words I'd just heard, I'd forgotten how hard it is for someone in the midst of struggle to reach out and say, "Help me, I'm drowning."
Depression is a bitch!
Depression will tell you that no one loves you.
Depression will tell you that you don't matter.
Depression will tell you that no one cares.
Depression will tell you that everyone is better off with out you.
Depression will tell you that it's hopeless.
I am here to tell you that you ARE loved.
I am here to tell you that you DO matter.
I am here to tell you that I, among many others, DO care.
I am here to tell you that it is NOT hopeless.
I am here to tell you that He is not done with you yet.
I am here to tell you that life without you would create a giant hole for the rest of us left behind.
I am here to tell you that your life is a great and shining beacon of joy and hope.
To my friend, please allow me to start over.
I love you. You are special and important to me.
Thank you for coming to me and sharing something so private with me.
I am so thankful that you are still here.
I know how difficult this is for you.
I am and will always be here for you.
God isn't done with you yet.
Lots of love,
You DO make a difference.
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