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The Danger of the Wave
There have been a lot of high-profile people dying by suicide in the past year or so. Kurt Cobain, Chester Bennington, Kate Spade, Robin Williams, and Anthony Bourdain are only a few of those who left us behind to wonder why they died so soon.
Their deaths by suicide have left the rest of us stunned to silence. What were the thoughts of these people when they decided they no longer wished to live? I have a front row seat into how that feels, and today I’m going to speak openly about it.
My purpose in writing about my experience with suicide is simple.
I wish to open a dialogue, to get people talking to each other about suicide and the real reasons people decide to make this permanent step to end their pain.
In 1995 I took an overdose of medications to end my existence.
The day began normal enough.
I got up, made breakfast for myself and my husband, then began to clean the house and paying the bills.
Just an ordinary morning.
Later that afternoon, I helped my husband, who was a truck driver pack his things, and after he and I had some intimate time, we kissed goodbye. I stood calmly in the doorway and watched as he got into his truck and drove away.
