Wednesday, June 6, 2018

My Choice

When I die...

I don't think anyone will care what I am wearing. They won't mind the messy hair or the dirty house. No one will think of me as a failure for not finishing the laundry. No one will see the kitchen filled with food, or the full tank of gas in the car, they won't pay attention to the bills that were paid. Or will they? Isn't that worry also part of the problem?

What will they say about me when they find me next to a pile of dirty laundry and a sink full of dirty dishes? What will they think when they see so many screens in my house; tablets, phones, handheld games, video game systems, and TVs? Will they care? Should I care?

We talk about other's final moments as if we should be allowed in to view that which is  personal and intimate. That is wrong. It is shameful.

People make choices every day. We don't have to agree with them but we do need to accept them. What you would do in a situation is not what I would do. Until you have been in that exact spot, you can't judge the decision.

Suicide is a choice. I don't consider it to be selfish. I came to this conclusion after my struggles with depression. There were many times that I felt the world would be a better place without me. I thought my family and friends would be happy that they no longer had to deal with my problems.

After my boys' dad took his own life, I decided that suicide would never again be an option. However, I'm not mad at him for his choice.

Think before you speak! Stop judging other's choices based on your life's experiences.