Unassuagable Grief
Suicide, is there any really workable prevention? When desperate people quietly attempt to internally solve their inner turmoil and communicate to no one, whether they are loved family members or trusted friends, the bleak misery their lives have become? It is not possible for someone who has never suffered such feelings to understand them, to imagine the profound sense of loss and helplessness that those who wish to take their lives must feel.
Perhaps if people knew they themselves would live haunted lives. It truly is hard to imagine what would drive a young girl whose genetic endowments were reflected in intelligence, sociability, physical beauty, and an aspiration to succeed academically and in sports, to contemplate taking her life. Surely she must have thought deeply about it; the very thought of never seeing her parents again, experiencing the joys she must surely have lived with at times.
Thinking of a great void in place of being, feeling, knowing, a huge and deep emptiness where her mind and her physical presence should be in the shared lives of family and friends and those not yet met, including a future that held such great promise. Fourteen-year-old Daron Richardson might not have envisaged a future for herself, so that taking her own life - away from herself, from those who loved her, might not have seemed such a finality to her.
Mysterious, puzzling in the extreme that this young girl who had a close network of friends upon whom she relied, realized nothing whatever of the dreadful turmoil in their friend's mind. Nor did her family, by all accounts, have any inklings that her beloved daughter required help and understanding to help her leave the dark recesses of despair and emerge into the brightness of being.
How utterly, profoundly helpless parents are when they observe a child and see normalcy in development and social cohesion, a happy child where a happy child should be, only to realize after that child is lost that there must have been a deep desperation they knew nothing of. One cannot begin to imagine how lost and alone that child must have felt.
Another living, human tragedy.
Perhaps if people knew they themselves would live haunted lives. It truly is hard to imagine what would drive a young girl whose genetic endowments were reflected in intelligence, sociability, physical beauty, and an aspiration to succeed academically and in sports, to contemplate taking her life. Surely she must have thought deeply about it; the very thought of never seeing her parents again, experiencing the joys she must surely have lived with at times.
Thinking of a great void in place of being, feeling, knowing, a huge and deep emptiness where her mind and her physical presence should be in the shared lives of family and friends and those not yet met, including a future that held such great promise. Fourteen-year-old Daron Richardson might not have envisaged a future for herself, so that taking her own life - away from herself, from those who loved her, might not have seemed such a finality to her.
Mysterious, puzzling in the extreme that this young girl who had a close network of friends upon whom she relied, realized nothing whatever of the dreadful turmoil in their friend's mind. Nor did her family, by all accounts, have any inklings that her beloved daughter required help and understanding to help her leave the dark recesses of despair and emerge into the brightness of being.
How utterly, profoundly helpless parents are when they observe a child and see normalcy in development and social cohesion, a happy child where a happy child should be, only to realize after that child is lost that there must have been a deep desperation they knew nothing of. One cannot begin to imagine how lost and alone that child must have felt.
Another living, human tragedy.
Labels: Family, Human Relations, Social-Cultural Deviations
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