I thought I was okay...
But I'm not. 2 weeks ago, a 13-year-old in my (very small) hometown died by suicide. He was always such a happy, energetic boy when I saw him. Playing sports with his friends, riding bikes with my brother, cheering on the school sports teams... it's been really hard to believe that little boy could be hiding such pain.
I constantly am thinking about him and his family. I do my best to distract myself, which isn't hard when working as a special education paraprofessional, but there are always little things that remind me of him. Then I just feel horrible that I can't be there for his family (and I'm not even that close to them.)
And what makes me feel even more guilty is that I'm slightly jealous of him. I was only a couple years older than him when I had my first suicide attempt. When people learned that I had tried to die by suicide, they said that I was selfish and that I would go to Hell (highly Catholic community). Parents wouldn't let their children hangout with me because being suicidal was "a bad influence." But now, I hear people saying that "'D' is in heaven" and "'D, you will always be loved." I understand that I am still here and he isn't, but I still don't get it. Why would they say such negative things to someone they knew was depressed and struggling with suicidal thoughts? Or just in general, why be so negative towards someone?
This, and several other factors, have made my anxiety hardly manageable. I don't really sleep. My psoriasis has progressively gotten worse. My GI issues have returned. My mental and physical health are slowly getting worse. And I have no idea how to make it all stop.
#Anxiety #Depression #Guilt #teensuicide