There is a dark void in all of us. It is our mistakes, our scars, the darker sides of ourselves that we normally keep hidden.
A woman committed suicide yesterday. I didn’t know her personally, but she was part of a circle of friends with whom I frequently socialize with.
From what I understand, the void in her was so deep, it was easier to jump in and silence the pain forever.
Even though I did not know her, my heart is still heavy.
I understand what it is to stand at the precipice of a dark void and feel the call to jump and silence the pain forever.
But somehow, I have found the strength to move forward with my life.
I won’t state her name here for privacy’s sake, but RIP. You will be missed.