The matter of suicide has gained prominence in recent times, not particularly because it is a new occurrence in the history of our country, but more especially because of the rate of prevalence and the ages involved.
We have heard of ages as low as thirteen (13), University students, young men and women, who have chosen this rather unfortunate path as a means to leave the world before their time. Its both sad and disheartening to be alive and witness these grave occurrences.
It is however interesting to note that data over years have shown that in several suicide by hanging cases, the victims are often found with their hands holding the rope at their neck, an indication that they might have had a last minute change of heart, change of mind, a change which most probably came a little too late in the life of the victims.
I will share a personal story with you, maybe this is the inspiration you need when you ever get to the point where you feel the only option left is to end it all with a rope around your neck, a pill down your throat, or a flight from the fifth floor.
In 2010, I was a young man, with a young love, first love, and all the follies that come along with it. I was indeed head over heels in love, because for the most of the time, the feeling was as if I walked with my head rather than my legs. It was in this Disneyland that I had to rather find out shockingly that I was dating myself, living in a fool’s paradise.
My very first instincts then, was to end it all, as I could hardly see how life was going to become for me. I was as certain as the sun’s rising and as sure as the moon rise that the only option was to end in the grace with my sorrows, my shame, my awe and my broken heart.
I got a few pills and mixed them, like I had seen from my favourite Nigerian and Ghanaian movies, with a dire wish, that I would end up like the actors did, DEAD!!!!!.
I woke up with a light tap on my shoulders, it was my mum, and it was morning, I was alive, I did not die. The smile that cut through her cheeks, and the love I saw in her eyes, made me realize how foolish I had been, and ask, “what if it had worked?” In a sudden, I had garnered a new hope for the life ahead, managed to console myself someway that this was not the end, that there was indeed more to life.
I went on to finish my first degree, my second degree, became a professional accountant, got married to a wonderful lady, with whom we have three lovely children. I am a banker and by the grace of the Almighty God, life is comfortable.
I say this to inspire you, “O thou that contemplates suicide, O thou that feels life is over, O thou that hast no hope in the life ahead, O thou that feeleth that the only way out of the problem, is to seek an exit to the world.”
It may look gloomy, bleak, pointless, but there is a point to life, and suicide is never an option. Think of all the people that look up to you, who draw their joy and inspiration from you before you hang that rope. Don’t do it, don’t end it, you still have the power to change how this story is going to end.
With love I write to you, who needs to hear it, suicide is not an option.
– Senior Citizen
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