Feelings about “suicide awareness” and “suicide prevention” are generally mixed.
Some support the movement wholeheartedly, while others think it’s a joke.
When I’ve spoken about suicide awareness/prevention in the past, at least half of the comments received will be about how suicide prevention does not work.
I actually understand this perspective.
Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, was going to stop my husband, Bret. Hindsight showed me that he’d been hellbent on self-destructing long before I got there, and he was truly a ticking time bomb.
No purple and turquoise ribbon would have stopped him. No crisis hotline.
He had spent his life in therapy, both mainstream and alternative, in hospitals, and trying various medications.
Sometimes things seemed really good for him, but that never lasted.
I firmly believe that he always meant to check out on his own terms; it was just a matter of when.
But I also respect the other perspective that I regularly see.
The one where someone will say that a call to the hotline saved their life. Or even being hospitalized for a time after nearly taking their life.
Because of that, I will always support this movement. I do not think it is a joke or a waste of time.
If it manages to save even one life, it is worth it.
If you have struggled and chose to stick around, thank you. You are an inspiration.
September is National Suicide Prevention Month.
September 10 is World Suicide Prevention Day.
If you need help, text or call 988
In loving memory: