Essays on Death and Suicide - I Will Survive Suicide :: Personal Narrative Essays

I Will Survive Suicide After some(prenominal) years, the pain comes and goes. At home I have become so used to the few pictures and momentos of my mom that I hardly see them unless I purposely decide to look at them. In my voluteer work later on school, I find that once again I can take on things. Only once and a while, something will trigger a memory. Occasionally, I go for periods of time feeling sad, plainly my work with children and my friends and family have got me focused. I feel confident in my abilities and feel much stronger than ever before. It has been a monumental amount of work to get to this point. At first, moment by hour I felt like I had to military myself to do everything. Force myself out of bed, get dressed, drive the car without crashing it, study, elucidate phone calls. All these things seemed so impossible, so meaningless. Little by little, mean solar day by day, I regained my strength, my sanity, my confidence. Several years seems painfully lon g and wistfully short, all at the same time. But I now hunch that I can survive. I still have strong faith that God cares for us, maybe not in the way we think is best, but in His own way and in His own time. The glimpse I had of my mom at her death and the other levelts surrounding those next few days convinced me of the loving care of God for all his children, and His forgiveness, even after self-annihilation. I have committed myself to finding ways to support others. Whenever I find myself getting sad, I try to think of person else who needs care and comfort. I wish with all my heart that suicide could cease, that no one else would have to suffer this pain.