A few days ago, as I was browsing through Facebook I found out from the news that there’s this young-pretty 15-year-old girl who committed a suicide. She hanged herself to death.
I didn’t know the girl so I googled her and I found out that she was a teen-star who came from a well-known family. It doesn’t seem to make sense.
Why a 15-year-old teenager who seem to have the best of everything in life would hang herself to death?
This isn’t my first time to hear such tragic news. And it got me into grief and a period of reflection as to why this is happening. I want answers, no, I needed answers. This situation has been so rampant that it has turned into an epidemic.
This is not normal. This can’t be normal.
When I was 15 all I think about was all the food that I wanted to eat, movies I wanted to watch and my friends. I imagined myself playing with fairies. Riding a unicorn. Swimming with the mermaids. Flying to the moon. Okay, I’m kidding. When I was 15 all I think about was – BACON.
But seriously, my childhood wasn’t perfect. I had a fair share of despair and failures. My teenager days were full of ups and downs but I never thought of killing myself.
The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines SUICIDE as the act of killing yourself because you do not want to continue living. I think it may represent a genuine desire to die but it also represent as often as it is as a child’s desperation for help. Maybe they feel so overwhelmed about everything wrong in their life and they feel hopeless that things can’t get any better.
I could go on and on about this suicidal thing and expect things to get better. But it will not because in the next 24 hours 1,439 teens will attempt suicide. I don’t want to live on WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN. Maybe it’s time to really be the change that we expect to see in the world.
So the next time you ask, “HOW ARE YOU” and the next time you hear, “FINE”.
Just know that FINE can mean: Broken. Alone. Confused. Rejected. Clueless. Betrayed. Fragile. Lonely. About to give up. About to break down. Empty. Defeated. Never good enough.
I think it’s tragic to know a person, to look them in the eye and never really see them. Never really see their pain. We can’t bring them back to life but the least that we can do is to speak out for those who cannot speak for themselves.
One of my favourite song says;
And I’ve been told
To pick up my sword and fight for love
Little did I know that Love had won for me.
This is what separates us from what the world says – it is the LOVE that had won for us 2000 years ago at the CROSS. It is the LOVE that says you are valuable. A love that says you are crafted with beauty and purpose. A love that says there is no one like you. A love that says you don’t need to look like the rest, or talk like the rest or be like the rest. A love that says there is no truth in the lie that you don’t matter. A love that says you were not an accident and you are not a mistake.
Because you are precious in my eyes, and honored, and I LOVE YOU, I give men in return for you, people in exchange for your life. Fear not, for I am with you; I will bring your offspring from the east, and from the west I will gather you (Isaiah 43:4-5)
I wonder if more kids were raised to know this about themselves. Teen suicide won’t go away on its own. It’s a battle to be fought with love and intention. We need to step up as a generation and open our arms to people in need. Most of the time we think they wanted to die but in reality they just wanted to be saved. They just simply wanted to be LOVED.
Nobody cares until it’s too late. Julia was a beautiful young girl who took her life the other day because she just couldn’t hold on anymore. She did try to reach out but no one helped her. Somebody could have done something – so I’m asking everyone – let’s be that somebody to someone.
In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins.(1 John 4:10)
Our generation could be different. Our generation could set a standard — a generation rising up to take their place. At the end of the day, the God who created us, died for us, is the only one who could tell us who we are and what’s our worth.