Thursday, March 11, 2010

Life is Delicate

Someone close to me tried to end her life a couple of days ago.
I didn't know how to react when I was told.
My best friend called me hysterical and I didn't know what to say to her, when she hung up, I started shaking and wasn't able to stand up for too long.
I'm 8 hours away from home. 8 hours away from home and there was nothing I could do to help.
She was in the hospital, and a few days before she had told me she loved me.
On all of her daughters' walls, she wrote that she loved them.
This is a bit of a bland way to write about this, I know, but I've almost become numb. At the beginning, I let out so much emotion, I feel like I don't have any left in me. I don't have any tears left, any energy.
I can only imagine how her family feels.

She drank. She drank a lot. So much that people usually don't live at all when they drink that much, or at least don't live without severe brain damage.
It's almost a slap in the face, telling me to wake up. Realize how lucky I am to be alive.
This made me realize that I have to appreciate everything.
I don't really like to share things that are so close to me, but I want to be able to remember this everyday of my life. I want to remember how horrible I felt and how nothing is more important that appreciating the things I take for granted.

My best friend is one of her daughters. She is staying so strong, when I talk to her, her voice doesn't quiver, she doesn't sigh or break down. She's so strong, and as I always admire her, I admire her even more right now.

Life is too delicate. It scares me sometimes to remember everything I used to go through with depression, it scares me knowing that her mom is unable to stop this, it's clinical depression... I don't know what else to say.

It's a beautiful day out today.
And I have the windows open as I'm studying and doing my homework, taking deep breaths of the fresh air that some people are no longer able to appreciate. Listening to the sounds of people who are oblivious to the world around them, oblivious as to how lucky they truly are.

Fin.

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