I was incredibly saddened when i heard recently about a young woman who had taken her now life. I don't know the details, but i heard she had been struggling with depression for sometime.
I wish i could have been there when she had taken that critical decision to choose death over her life. I wish i could have been there when she was going through that terrible journey when all hope was lost and there wasn't a light in sight. I wish i could have reached her a few minutes before she took the final call to end it all.
I would have told her that there's help, theres a way out. It might not be help of the instantaneous kind, but over some time, i would have told her, we could work together to find a better way. I would have offered to listen to her, without saying 'its going to be ok' or 'we all go through it', i would have listened and she would have talked. I would have respected her silence and her words, no matter how fast, slow or disjointed they came out.
Maybe, just maybe she would have chosen a different part then.
I see her picture, so pretty and full of life and its hard to believe she's no more.
I wish she had reached out, i wish she had known whom to reach out to. I wish, if it weren't me, there was someone else who could've offered her a chair across them and said, 'I'm listening'.
Because now she has nothing more to say. I wish she'd chosen to speak, and someone would have listened, really listened to her.
