hi everyone, yesterday i was given some horrific news about a friend of mine. I hadn't seen him in a few months but dropped in to see him yesterday to have a coffee where he works and one of his co-workers told me he was no longer there. when i asked where he had gone to they told me he had passed away. of course my heart sank and i thought wow, how could that be, he was only 23 and healthy and just full of life and p.and v. and just seemed really ok. they said he had taken his own life.
I was completely dumb founded. I couldn't believe that. I was totally devistated. wow, I didn't know what to do with myself, i just drove around not knowing where to go, who to talk to, what to do or ....etc.
I went to my church and took refuge with my ladies bible study group (thank God they just happened to be there) and they consoled me and helped me through the first hour of my grief. My friend was not physcially ill but I thought about it for sometime after that yesterday and it led me to think of all of you and a moment i had a few weeks ago.
This might sound crazy and tell me if it does, but i think I experienced a moment of near death a few weeks ago. I was laying in my bed watching tv, it was about midnight and all of a sudden i could feel the blood draining from my face and i could feel it going down my body (meanwhile scared to death) and passed my fingertips and down my chest into my belly, i could feel my face going pale and i was slipping in and out of consiousness (i know sounds nuts- but there is no other way to describe it- and i was watching tv in my bed so there was no other reason and i think i stopped breathing at some point or my heart stopped not sure) and then i heard this voice in my head that said get up! Get up and move. Get up and move or you won't wake up. So, i listened, i lifted my hand- which felt like a thousand pounds and i actually grabbed the phone and dialed 911 into it but didn't turn it on, because to me i sounded nuts, anyway, I slowly managed to get myself upright and staggered around for a minute and went to the bathroom and splashed water on my face, felt faint and dizzy but managed to get moving a bit...then i slowly started to breath a little easier and felt less scared and eventually felt safe to get back to bed at around 3 in the morning.. . i think that I was so tired and fed up with this disease and the pain and what it is doing to my body that my physical body was giving up. I obviously wasn't ready to go as I could hear what I thought was the voice of God telling me to get up or I will die!
my point is- I understand my friends desperation. I don't quite understand the act, but the mental desperation of it being easy to let go of everything and slip away and not having to do this anymore is too easy and if given the option or oppertunity it could be easily accepted.
I know that if i ever felt that kind of desperation i could get on this website and talk to all of you and you would be there for me. I know that if I felt like things were too much for me to handle i have friends and loved ones, church friends, family, and other friends that would be there for me. I hope that if there is anyone out there that ever feels any kind of desperation that you will come to us, your sarc friends, brothers, sisters in this disease and take refuge or solace with us that understand and know that we are here for you and love you and will do what we can to get you through it.





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