Theother day the cable guy came to install my cable. On his right calf was a tattoo with angel wings and a date. I asked him aboutit. He said it was in memorial to his cousin. He committed suicide at 20 whenhis girlfriend would not take him back. Wow!
Theother day I heard the 27 year old son of a prominent pastor killed himself at27 years old after struggling with mental illness his whole life. He shot himself.
In both these instances I felt a great deal of sadness for these families who lost loved ones to suicide. In each case tears came to my eyes. What a waste. They're too young to have their life snuffed out. They had their whole life ahead of them. They will miss out on all life has to offer. If only they could have gotten help. If only they could see that suicide is a "permanent solution to a temporary problem."
Now I feel bad for being suicidal. If I felt that much sadness for people I've never met who committed suicide, I imagine how sad my loved ones would be if I killed myself. What an awful selfish thing to do to put my family and loved ones through such a horror. I feel bad for even considering it. How could I even remotely rationalize comparing myself to a dying cancer victim?