Can they be saved

My daughter mentioned to me a few weeks/days ago that someone she knew at school had lost her mother. She had lost her to suicide. I felt that familiar numbness envelop me, took a Xanax and said something about how sad that was. She mumbled, “Maybe I should talk to her. I’ll give her time.”

Last night my daughter mentioned her again. I have no doubt she is picturing herself as this girl. She almost was. I try not to make any of it about me. How self centered of me…but I can’t help but look her up on Facebook. I didn’t know her; my daughter didn’t know the little girl well; but we can both identify.

I find myself numb again, and then sad. Very, very sad. What if I hadn’t failed to get that community suicide prevention program here? Would it have impacted this young, pretty, well liked mother at all? Would that have saved this precious girl’s Mom? Possibly not. I recall avoiding and even shunning anything having to do with mental illness and suicide when I was falling. Down that rabbit hole. And I know nothing about this Mother. Except that she died. And she didn’t have to. And I hurt so badly for this girl and her family and I know what this lady may have felt in those last moments, hours, days, months and maybe even years.

I pray the people around her are kind and gracious. I hope she knows her mother loved her very much, this I could see on Facebook. I saw her biblical quotes, her shared family pictures with her smiling big, her pride in her home and life. I could almost see her underlying darkness. Only because I am again, making it about me. It’s not. But it is. It’s not your fault, little sweet girl. I am so sorry you don’t have your Mom anymore. She must have been in pain you couldn’t understand.

I am so sorry.


About Christine O.

I had been a young, single Mom to two girls for ten years; until March 9, 2014 when I married my soul-mate Jason. I’m a former 20 year+ full time executive in a demanding field turned business owner (this year); marathon runner, daughter to the perfect parents, oldest sister of a highly successful ‘normal’ younger brother and ‘functional’ single-mother (of 3) sister, coach, boss, best friend, member of the church choir, volunteer for the local NAMI, AFSP, and CASA organizations, and have over time become well acclimated to the world of mental illness after a life changing event or two. I have also become known in my community as the one who takes on the High School year after year in attempts to have a Suicide Prevention Program in place (as in Texas statute). My goal in writing, blogging and learning as much as I can about such subjects is to defeat stigma associated with brain disease, preventing suicide in the future, and saving my family.
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2 Responses to Can they be saved

    • Christine O. says:

      I feel so badly for them. I know it’s silly, but I almost feel responsible. If I had fought harder to have the suicide prevention and mental health awareness program come, maybe she would have found a straw to grab on to.

      And this young lady posted the most beautiful words about her mother’s passing and funeral. I just want to hug her. Actually, I just want to give her her mother back and tell her mom all the things that have helped me.

      I am an advocate for change and I haven’t seen much change at all in my community, although there are a few more everyday that are willing to help and having me tell my story.

      But too late for one child and a mother in my community so far in 2014. Too many. Way too many.

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