On the way into the city my boss shared some very sad news. The son of a colleague of ours killed himself on Wed. His family didn't find out until yesterday after his mom couldn't get a hold of him. He was manic depressive and suffered from PTSD. He'd been struggling a lot the last couple of months to the point where his mom had to leave suddenly 2 weeks ago to be with him. I cannot even imagine the pain she and her family are feeling right now.
My heart is breaking for her and his brothers. I do not know what to do, what to offer them. It's at times like this when words just won't do and really there's nothing that can be done to ease the pain. I suppose, and hope, that the old adage that time heals all wounds holds true though the pain will never fully be erased.
I know that many people out there cannot fathom what would cause a person to take their own life, especially when they have family that love them. Until one goes through the dark hell that is depression, one can never understand. One cannot understand that somehow the brain twists things around and you actually believe that by taking your own life you are not only doing yourself a favor, but putting your family out of its misery. You actually believe this, or at least that's what I believed when I thought of it. Of course that's not true and what is left behind is worse, but depression blinds the brain to the rational and only offers a lie instead. I am so thankful today that I didn't put my family through that.
I am praying for my friend and her family. I do not know how the Lord will come through in this, their darkest moment, but trust that because He is good and He is love that He will. If you think of it, please pray for this family. More than ever they need it and need Jesus.
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