Three A.M. Saturday morning I get a Skype message from a young friend. He had just discovered that his ex was seeing someone new less than a month after breaking up with him (this is why you block their asses on social media, folks). Then later in the day, he was talking about wanting to kill himself.
Now as an empath, this is not the first time this has happened to me. Hell, strangers tell me their problems.
And I know…Little Miss Mary Sunshine with all her sweet memes of how special you are, follow your dreams/Fate, and you can do this. You would think she would be great at that shit. But no, not me…sometimes I actually am tough love. And this is one of them.
I started in on him about what that would do to his mother…how she would feel…I sent him a link to the story of a mom, who killed herself after her son committed suicide. And I sent this meme too…
I know some people may think that is not very understanding…but if there is one thing I do understand it is the pain of depression. Not just my own but as an empath the pain of others can overwhelm me at times. I have walked through that same dark place that I call the valley of shadow of death. Honestly, I am again…my own growth/labor pains and those of my tribe.
But before you take that final and irrevocable choice, think of those who you will transfer your pain to:
All of them will be left with survivors guilt…thinking of all the things they couldda/wouldda/shouldda said. Is that the legacy you want to leave?
Me…I’m more of a die trying type.