When I worked at a non-profit that handled suicide prevention, I had access to the donation records. Each month, a specific man donated 15$ to our organization. It was like clockwork.. same day, same man, he had been doing this for over 4 years. It always seemed odd to me but I never questioned it… until I saw a note attached one month. "For Noah- Dad"
his donation was once his child’s allowance.
I can promise you, they would miss you for the rest of their lives.
I saw this and literally, instantly, burst into tears. I am someones daughter. I used to contemplate suicide almost daily and virtually never gave a thought to how much my family and friends love me. I know that sometimes love isn’t enough to erase the immense amount of pain and hurt living with depression is, but please please don’t dismiss it. Focus on it like a soft beam of light at the shore line when you’re a ship tumbling in an ocean of darkness. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Don’t eliminate the possibility of things getting better. Someone will care if you’re gone. I don’t know Noah or his father and my heart shattered just reading this. I will care if you’re gone. Stay here with me.