Somebody somewhere needs to read this. Because the darkness is slowly suffocating her. Because his hope is bleeding out. Because she can’t find her way back to herself. Because he can only see one way out.
Lethal impulses keep bubbling to the surface. Thoughts turn traitor. Death beckons.
It promises relief… release… rest.
Death is a liar.
There’s no darkness that can’t be extinguished. No demon that cannot be exorcised. No trap inescapable. No sin unforgivable.
That’s the Truth.
Hope is just a breath away.
A call. A text. A prayer. A promise.
Last week, two high-profile Americans succumbed to suicide. And we’re stunned afresh that these brilliant, accomplished, vibrant individuals could have suffered from what turned out to be terminal anguish. As if wild success and debilitating illness (of any type) are mutually exclusive.
The undeniable crux of the matter is this:
We were made for relationship. We are meant to be connected. Yet so often when we need people the most, we retreat. We choose solitary confinement over commiseration. Isolation over consolation. Because we believe our burdens must be borne alone.
In this age of constant connectivity, we are becoming increasingly and excruciatingly lonely. Oh, the irony.
But… and this is where it gets tricky… it’s not the sufferer who ought to be charged with the duty of “reaching out.” We don’t ask people recovering from open heart surgery to jump out of the hospital bed and throw on some street clothes and meet a friend for coffee, conversation, comfort. The friend just shows up. Because friends do that.
They’re there for each other.
On good days and bad days. Cold/cloudy/sunny/snowy days. Winter, spring, summer, fall. Holidays and ordinary ones. Pre-race… and post-op… and after-party cleanup.
Those of us who aren’t fighting for our lives – we’re the ones who need to text/call/email/stop by. The onus is just that: on us.
Life-and-death battles rage behind soundproof, windowless walls. And somehow, sometimes, our friends’ firestorms go undetected. We can’t see their pain. We don’t hear the sound of relentless/mounting/deadly despair. And even if we could, most of us don’t have the antidote. But here’s what I’m told:
Togetherness can be a lifesaver.
That’s what love does. It dispels darkness. It points to the Light.
Jesus spoke to the people once more and said, “I am the light of the world. If you follow me, you won’t have to walk in darkness, because you will have the light that leads to life.” (John 8:12, NLT)
Whatever the pressure or pain, trauma or terror, Jesus promises relief… release… rest.
He’s the answer. He’s the antidote. The Way, the Truth, the Life.
And He’s near.
“The God who made the world and everything in it, this Master of sky and land, doesn’t live in custom-made shrines or need the human race to run errands for him, as if he couldn’t take care of himself. He makes the creatures; the creatures don’t make him. Starting from scratch, he made the entire human race and made the earth hospitable, with plenty of time and space for living so we could seek after God, and not just grope around in the dark but actually find him. He doesn’t play hide-and-seek with us. He’s not remote; he’s near.” (Acts 17:24-27, The Message)
Even when no one else is… God’s there for you. The Life-Guard is always on duty. He’s just a whisper away. And oh, how He loves you.
I pray you’ll hold onto hope… and He’ll hold onto you… for safekeeping.
Please, please stay.
P.S. There’s a lovely little children’s book by Nancy Tillman titled You’re Here for a Reason. It closes like this: “A piece of the world that is precious and dear would surely be missing if you weren’t here. If not for your smile and your laugh and your heart, this place we call home would be minus a part. Thank goodness you’re here! Thank goodness times two! I just can’t imagine a world without you.”
Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255.