My Letter to Anyone Contemplating Suicide

Updated on January 4, 2019
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I lost a very dear friend to suicide. This is an open letter to anyone contemplating this path. Please, don't give up on life.

Don't Give Up

There is hope
There is hope

To Those Who Are Running Out of Hope

Dear Friend,

I received a phone call at 10:57 p.m. on February 17, 2016. It was the mother of one of my Taekwondo students. My student, teammate, assistant-instructor, and friend, whom I'm going to call Rachel out of respect for her privacy, had killed herself in a moment of despair earlier that evening. Words were entirely inadequate as I tried to express my shock, sorrow, and sympathy to this grieving mother, who is also a dear friend.

I was numb. It took several days before the idea that I would never receive another Facebook message from, or teach another class with, this young woman sunk in. The grief came in waves. I stayed up all night doing the work I usually do on Thursday evenings so I could go to the Taekwondo studio and be with other grieving students and instructors. By the time I got to the studio I had cried so much that I didn't think I could cry anymore. I was wrong.

The tears flowed freely as I walked into the studio. A friend with whom I had shared the news the night before greeted me with a hug, and I shamelessly cried on his shoulder for a moment. It's not common for a 3rd degree black belt to cry in front of a class full of students, but I didn't care. The next two hours were spent crying with my master instructor, holding Rachel's best friend who felt her death was somehow his fault, and telling our students that Rachel had passed away.

Rachel had called herself my "mini-me." She looked up to me and sought to emulate me. How could I have let this happen? How did I not know she was struggling? Why hadn't I done more? Logically I knew her death wasn't my fault. Nevertheless, I replayed the weeks leading up to her death over and over again anyway, looking for signs of her struggle or something more I could have done.

I spent the rest of that evening with two close friends who are also black belts. Eventually my little sister joined us. She brought snacks, and I realized that I had forgotten to eat all day. The weekend was a blur. Long stretches of sleeping, moping around the house, and being entirely irresponsible with my time were intermixed with periods of time that were characterized with heroic efforts to get everything done and a lack of sleep.

On Sunday afternoon Rachel’s mother asked me to speak at her funeral. My heart broke again. How was I going to find the words to express my love for this dear friend? How was I going to speak to a crowd when my heart was breaking? Nevertheless, I knew I would never forgive myself if I let the opportunity pass me by.

On Monday I helped make sure that Rachel’s mother knew how to tie her daughter's Taekwondo belt so that Rachel could be buried in the uniform she had spent thousands of hours in. I gave my opinion on luncheon décor. Most importantly, I chatted with my teammates from around the state about their favorite memories of Rachel to jog my memory in preparation for her funeral. It was a bittersweet conversation.

On Tuesday I worked frantically in the lab to finish the research I needed for my honors thesis. I forced myself to open a word document to outline my thoughts for the next day and edited it throughout the day. Moments of peace were mixed with moments of despair as I tried to organize the array of thoughts that were bouncing around in my head.

I finally finished everything I needed to do at 3:00 a.m. and went to bed. I set the alarm for 10:00 the next morning, just enough time to shower, get ready, and go to the viewing before the funeral. Unfortunately, I woke up at 5:15, nearly five hours before my alarm. I couldn’t force myself to do anything productive, so after several hours of trying to get things done I spent the rest of the time trying to fall back asleep.

The hours between when I awoke and when it was time to go dragged painfully on—and yet I would have done just about anything to have slowed them down even farther. Finally the time came, and my husband and I drove to the funeral.

I walked into the room where Rachel’s body lay and instantly the tears started flowing uncontrollably. I hugged Rachel’s mother and stood at the casket. It was Rachel all right, but it didn’t look like her. She looked… empty. I cried harder and harder for the remainder of the viewing. There were several moments in which I had to remind myself how to breathe. I had to consciously fight off a complete panic attack brought on by still not understanding how we had gotten to that moment.

I sat myself between my husband and one of the friends I had spent that first evening after her death with, and they became my comfort blanket for the time being. Somehow I managed to calm down and compose myself for the talk at hand during the family prayer and as we walked into the chapel where the funeral was to be held.

Her mother gave a beautiful eulogy, sharing the highlights of Rachel’s life. I followed and had an insufferable case of dry mouth that seriously detracted from my comments, but I somehow managed to keep my composure. The sight that met my eyes as I stood to address the crowd was overwhelming. There were at least 1,000 people in that room. EMTs that worked with Rachel's mother (the very EMT's that had desperately tried to save Rachel's life only a few days before), teachers, family members, friends from her school’s drama department, members of her congregation, neighbors, friends from school, fellow martial artists, etc., filled the room. Many were crying and obviously emotionally distraught.

At the graveside we placed roses on her casket and all the martial artists present gave her one final bow good-bye. I broke down yet again.

A wonderful meal was shared with Rachel’s family and friends at a local church, and then we returned home. Although I had lots of homework to do, I opted to take what I intended to be a short nap first—and didn’t awake for over 28 hours. The next few days were full of trying to get caught up, exhaustion, and randomly bursting into tears as thoughts of Rachel entered my head.

Friend, from the bottom of my heart, I tell you that you matter to someone. You are someone’s Rachel, and I beg of you not to put that person through what I’ve been through. It’s inexplicably and excruciatingly painful. There aren't words to begin to convey the emotional turmoil I experienced. Whatever it is you are going through, it will pass or it will get better. There will be hope again. Seek help. You don’t have to continue to suffer and you don’t have to die. Rachel reached the pit of despair in which she thought that the only way to make things better was to die; a week later there was a room of over 1,000 people gathered that would have given anything to have shown her that were other ways.

Today I am learning how to live without Rachel in my day-to-day life. I feel as if a piece of my soul, of my very being, is dead. I promise you, the people left behind are not better off. I would give anything to have another day with Rachel. Don’t take that day away from someone else.

Don't Use a Permanent Solution for a Temporary Problem

Suicide is not the answer.
Suicide is not the answer.

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        Norma Guzman 

        10 months ago

        Oh my Gosh ,broke my heart

        We must always communicate with each other and if you get a gutt feeling something is not right ,please go with that feeling.look. Into may save a life. .

        Thank you for sharing.

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        2 years ago from Harlem, New York

        Thank you for sharing it Audrey. It's a message I hope many hear. If it saves one life, it's done it's job! Mental illness is definitely a much bigger deal than we give it credit for!

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        Audrey Hunt 

        2 years ago from Idyllwild Ca.

        We never know what someone else is thinking. We never know the degree of pain and hopelessness raging through their veins. Words are powerful - extremely so. Actions sometimes make the difference between one's life and one's death.

        Listening...really listening is a key component in survival techniques.

        Thank you for sharing this experience. I will share as well.


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        2 years ago from Harlem, New York

        @Julie, you bring up an excellent point. I'll address it in a follow-up article later this month. Thank you for sharing your story. I think Rachel felt like she'd never be good enough or that she could never undo mistakes she had made or the situation she was in. She also struggled with depression for a long time and had recently stopped taking her medication.

        @denise.w.anderson, you're exactly right. It has a very profound influence on us, whether we are the one contemplating/attempting or surviving someone else's. Part of the reason I wrote this article was because I have become increasingly aware of how poorly our society deals with the topic of suicide. We don't talk about it. How is anyone going to get the help they need if we don't talk about it?!

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        Denise W Anderson 

        2 years ago from Bismarck, North Dakota

        Suicide rocks the very core of our identity. We wonder what more we could have or should have done, and how things got to be where they are. Having been suicidal myself, I, too, felt that others did not understand, or care. There just seemed to be no way out. Thankfully, I was able to get the help that I needed. Others are not so fortunate.

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        2 years ago

        While I did not have the opportunity to know Rachel, I do know the battle of suicide. I have had three major instances when that seemed to be the only answer. Not an answer but the ONLY answer. I have lived with that thought constantly in my head for many, many years.

        Most people's response to someone's suicide is “We didn't see it coming”, “If only they had sought help”, “Didn't they know they were loved”, and “How could they do this to us.”

        I have only known one person who was contemplating suicide because they thought their family and friends would be better off without them. Everyone else was looking to that route because the pain of their life had become unbearable. They didn't feel loved, cared for or about. They saw their life as having no purpose beyond pain.

        Another usual response is “Didn't they know they could come and talk to me?” Are you sure that they didn't try? Are you really sure that they didn't attempt to seek help?

        Most people do not want to know the innermost feelings of others on the level needed to discuss thoughts of suicide. When this type of discussion is attempted, your feelings are usually glossed over. One LDS psychiatrist that I spoke to about my feelings pooh-poohed my feelings saying that since I knew the Plan of Salvation and what God “really” expected of me, I would never go through with it. Several weeks later I made my first attempt and ended up at a psychiatric facility in Delaware. They had no preconceived notions of who, what or where I was so they could accept me for where I was at and help me to recover. I was in the hospital for a week and an outpatient for 6 more. I also ended up with an excellent psychologist.

        I returned to Idaho two years after this seeking support from family and church. While I have received some support from my parents, Paula D Winsor, Jonell Goss and the Griggs. The support I had hoped to receive through the ward and my extended family is nonexistent. I have been told that ”no one in the ward likes you”, to “just grow up”. But mostly, I have been ignored. I know that when push comes to shove, I am on my own. Maybe, that is what Rachel felt.

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        2 years ago from Harlem, New York

        Thanks @ MonetteforJack, please feel free to share it with your social networks. It's important to me that those who need the message see it. :)

        Thanks for checking for me @Jodah. There was some kind of glitch that made it impossible to share the link right off the bat. Now I just can't share it on facebook for some reason. To share it one has to just copy the link and not let the picture and preview show. For some reason that picture won't link correctly.

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        John Hansen 

        2 years ago from Queensland Australia

        It isn't blocked. A very sad but important hub for people to read. It could affect any of us.

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        2 years ago from Tuckerton, NJ

        I hope your hub will be read by those in despair.


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