“You don't know what's it's like,
Emmy! You have no clue!” She sobbed.
Oh, but I did. I knew exactly
where she was... only all too well. Memory after memory came
flooding back as I reminisced how often I had wanted to kill myself
as well. Times when I had thought that there was no hope. Times when
I was so lonely or hurt that death seemed the much better option. Oh
yes. I knew how she felt. But I also knew now that there was always
hope. There was always a better way than suicide, and that's what I
began to share with her. I soon had to return to work, and was
reluctant to hang up the phone. After extracting a promise from her
to not kill herself, I went into work and pored over what had just
happened. The whole incident brought up memories that were still too
fresh to not hurt. Memories that I had tried to bury but were still
right there. It was then that I realized that my own experiences had
not been in vain. That God had used those experiences in my
life to help me save someone else's life. So, here's my
story, and the beautiful hope that comes along with it.
When I was in grade school, my
parents were having one of their fights again. As always, I was the
child that took the brunt of the blame. We children were sent to our
rooms so that we wouldn't hear them fighting, but nothing could block
out those voices. Accusation after accusation against me was yelled
downstairs. At one point they even said that I was the reason for all
of their fights and marital problems. I tried my best to block out
the words but never managed to do so. I asked my sister if Mom and
Dad were going to get a divorce because of me. She held me tight as
she told me that, that would never happen. I sat there in my room
listening to them fight and wished right then that I could swallow a
bottle of 409 so that they wouldn't have to deal with me anymore. The
only thing that kept me from doing it is that I thought it might hurt
and not actually kill me. That's when the first thoughts of
suicide came.
All throughout junior high and high
school, I was suicidal. I would never admit my intentions to anyone,
but suicide was always at the front of my mind. After constantly
being told how ugly, fat, and stupid I was, I just assumed that no
one loved me and that I wasn't good enough for anything. For years, I
endured emotional, psychological, and sometimes physical abuse. I
would sit at my desk and just think of what would happen if I took my
life. Suicide was my day dream. I dreamt that if I
killed myself, then, maybe my parents would realize what a great kid
I actually was. I did everything I could to please them, but it was
never enough. Being as I had no real friends, I was so overwhelmingly
lonely. I would day dream about people wishing that they had taken
the time to get to know me better when I was still alive. Then they
would see what a great person I was, right? I would day dream about
how much it would hurt people if I killed myself. I wanted to
hurt them. They hurt me, so it was only fair that I did
something so much worse to hurt them. I wanted to just have an escape
from the pain. I thought suicide was my only escape. I could find
none other. If I died, I wouldn't have to deal with the overwhelming
pain. The feelings of inadequacy would never bother me again. I would
never be told that I wasn't good enough again. Joy filled my heart as
I thought of that. Suicide brought me joy, but it also brought
me misery. Honestly? I didn't want to die. I wanted to get
married and have children, but I also knew that it could never
happen. I tried so many times to start to commit suicide, but
something always stopped me. Something always got in the way of my
actually carrying through with my plan.
It was in this deep, dark mire that
Jesus reached and gave me everlasting hope. I had been a Christian
for quite some time, but had never really lived like it. That didn't
matter to Jesus. He came right where I was and held out His
open hand. With a lot of hesitancy, I took His hand and was
pulled out of my pit of suicide and depression. I now can say that
without Jesus I would not be alive today. He showed me
that there is always hope. That HE is my escape. When the yelling and
emotional abuse started, He gave me the strength to get through it.
He told me that He had better plans for me than suicide, and that He
wasn't finished with me yet. When I could escape the fights, I would
run to my room, plug in my headphones, read my Bible, and just weep.
But in those times, I felt Jesus more so than ever before. He was
right there beside me, lifting me up, and comforting me. When the
emotional abuse would sometimes turn into physical abuse, and I
thought that I just couldn't take it anymore, He was right there
beside me at every step. I know some of you may think that I'm crazy,
but I promise you, that He never let me go. He became my best, best
friend. I love how David puts it in Psalms. In Psalm 69, David
beseeches God to save him from the mire and the pit. Then in Psalm 70
verses 5, 14, and 16 we can see that David saw that his hope was in
the Lord: “For thou art my hope, O Lord God: thou art my trust from
my youth. But I will hope continually, and will yet praise thee more
and more. I will go in the strength of the Lord God: I will make
mention of thy righteousness, even of thine only.” Praise the Lord
that He is our hope and salvation!
Now, as a young adult, I sometimes
still struggle with depression and thoughts of suicide. I still wish
to end my life instead of putting up with the pain, but let me tell
you something. Suicide would be the most selfish thing that I could
do. Suicide only thinks about me, me, me, and me. Why
I'm unhappy. Why I'm hurt. Why I shouldn't be here. How I think that
other's should treat me. I find that in those times when I am
depressed, I need to check my focus. What am I focusing on in those
times? I can guarantee you that when I'm depressed and suicidal, that
my thoughts are always on me and my problems. Instead, my thoughts
need to be on Jesus and His works. During those times, you'll find me
breaking out into a praise song in the middle of the crowd. I may be
singing way off key, but I'm praising my Lord and remembering all
that He has done for me. I will walk around and purposely look for
things to thank the Lord for that I've never thanked Him for before.
I'll thank Him for the road and the people who built the it, or for
person who just smiled at me. Only then, will I find myself rising
above my struggles, and find the blessed hope that Jesus has given
me. The hope for living.We
can again find examples of this in the Psalms as David, in his
darkest hours, praises the Lord Almighty for His wondrous works!
My friend, if you are considering
suicide, there is hope! I've been right where you are.
I know your pain. I know your hurt. I know your loneliness, but I
promise you that there is hope. There is a way out. Jesus has
promised us in 1 Corinthians 10:13 that He will not bring anything
into our lives that is more then we can take. There is always hope. I
know that right now, all you can see is the darkness of your
struggle, but look up my friend! Start praising the Lord. I promise
you that if you do, your life will change radically in the way you
view it. If you don't know Jesus Christ as your personal Savior, He
is standing right there with you in that pit with an outstretched
hand, just waiting for you to take it. There is an end to your
struggle and there is hope. Let Jesus show you what it is.
If you have questions about Jesus and the hope He brings, please
email me at thereisalwayshopewithHim@gmail.com
and I would be happy to show you
the truth of His love. May God bless you!
<3 Emmy
Emmy,
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for sharing your story. On October 25, 2012 my youngest son, at 6 weeks short of his 27th birthday, committed suicide. The devastation his final act caused can't be described. Like you, I have considered suicide a number of times over the years but...there was always that tiny little hope that kept me from doing it. A couple of months before my son's suicide, I found Jesus like I never had before. I can honestly say that if I hadn't I would not be alive today. Keep passing the good Word and know that God will use you in amazing ways that you may never even know He did.
Blessings,
Sue
Emmy,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your honest blog. I too suffered deep emotional and physical abuse as a child. After I got married and had my son I had the idea I could right all the wrongs of my childhood through him. That didn't happen, he died of a brain tumor at 2 1/2. Suddenly the only good to ever come from my life had been tortured by disease and been stripped away. At that point I was through with God, but thankfully he wasn't through with me. I am here to say as soon as I stopped focusing on what was wrong for me and how I could help ease others suffering - life became full of hope, love, compassion, faith... and it is worth living! Still yes, there are rough times when I stumble - but that never lasts as the good that you put out there is always returned a hundred fold so persevere to bring Gods love to another.