Itís hard to stay ďupĒ in a world that pulls you ďdownď. I wonder at times why life has to be so hard and why people have to struggle so.
It is because we live in an imperfect world and will continue to do so until the Lord brings to His people His ďnew Heaven and His new Earth,Ē unmarred by sin.
He patiently waits for us to wake up and accept Him as our Lord and Savior.
A young person in the prime of life, whom I donít even know, affected me recently. Iíve been where she was but did not go so far as she did, thanks to those who heard my cry for help.
I donít know her struggles, her sadness, her problems, but she felt that she couldnít take it any longer and ended her life.
Suicide is happening more and more. Depression isnít something you can pull yourself out of without help. Iíve heard people say that suicide is the most selfish thing that a person can do.
Seemingly, many do not understand how one can come to the point of giving up or why life can become so hopeless. Once the person has taken her life, she sure canít come back to explain how or why.
Itís an act that leaves behind a trail of grief as family and friends wonder if it was their fault. It leaves behind many unanswered questions.
I donít condone it, but I know the pain that causes one to reach that state of mind. Itís awful! Itís hard to think about hope when things like unworthiness, guilt, and loneliness weigh you down.
After I was hospitalized and began counseling for depression and suicidal tendencies, I sat down one day and wrote the following, which came as the result of hearing people actually laugh and ridicule suicidal people.
Itís entitled ďPlease, Donít Laugh.Ē
ďNo one seems to understand the suicide victim. The victim is ridiculed, labeled as having committed her last selfish act, degraded, shown no compassion.
ďTo me, the one who commits suicide or who is planning suicide is a person so pained inside that she doesnít even know how to communicate it to anyone. There are no words to express the hurt, no one to listen, no one to see the torment in her eyes. The ones who care the most are often the most blind to what is happening.
ďThe pain becomes so intense that she can no longer handle it and, therefore, it takes control of her. She simply cannot be accountable for her actions. No one notices her helplessness. She just withdraws further and further into herself until she is enveloped in destructiveness -- like a demon from the very pit of hell bent on destroying her.
ďDonít abandon her. Compassion is all she needs. Love her so she can love herself. She needs your help for sheís not strong. If she is going to become strong, she must have your help.
ďPlease, donít laugh!Ē
I thank God that I received the help I desperately needed. I could write volumes on how God has turned my life around. Even still, there are days when I battle depression. I try to reach out to someone else in need in order to get past it. That and prayer usually help. You have to want help. Thatís the first step.
I have given this much thought. I can honestly say that I believe that I am close to God. Having asked Him about suicide and truly seeking His perspective on it, I came to this conclusion.
To take oneís life into your own hands is telling God that you donít believe that He can help you. That would seem to be very offensive to the only One who can help us turn our lives around! Thatís a very sad state of mind.
Depression is such a heavy state of mind that is so heavy, we cannot push it off on our own.
When I am depressed, I immediately run to God and cling to Him. He is the only one Who can help me. He has and He still does. The choice is always up to me. He does not force Himself on anyone, but He is always standing by, hoping to hear us cry out to Him for help.
Friends, family and counselors are good. But, they cannot be with you 24-7! God can!
The following is a poem I was inspired to write, hoping that it will help someone who feels all alone.
Weighed down with the burden of sin,
Shame etched into my face.
Nowhere to turn to lay down my load,
Fallen so far from grace.
Beaten, battered with emotional torment,
Guilt eating me up.
My only friends -- agony, defeat;
I drink my bitter cup.
Trapped, ensnared with no way out,
Deserving the very worst.
Wailing, crying, I beat my breast,
Assuming Iím forever cursed.
Weary, depressed with no will to live,
Yet fearful to die.
Sin is sin,
I can do nothing
But beat myself and cry.
Distant yet near with love His beginning,
Hope is listening.
Compassion, desire to bridge the chasm,
Mercy, grace, in humility were born,
Hope came to a manger.
Hopeís mission on Earth,
I sought Him as a stranger.
Unholy, impure with a wicked heart,
I went to the Cross to see.
Hope Who hung there nailed by my sins,
Love died. Love lives. Iím free!
Adoring, praising with Hope in my heart,
I dance around His Throne.
Sin and despair wiped away,
Hope loves me as His very own.
None of us are immune from daily struggles. Iím glad Iím alive to make someoneís day a little better. Even Jesus needed help to carry His Cross. Reach out. Someone needs you.
ďMay the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.Ē (Romans 15:13)
I am so glad you shared this.
So many people can and will identify with it. When that measure of depression comes all that person wants is to be delivered from the pain and suicide 'seems' to be the answer. None of us should be laughing. GOD BLESS AND KEEP YOU IN HIS LOVE