A writer I know was saying on Facebook this morning that happiness is a lot more work for some people than for others. We are all talking about Kate Spade's suicide. What I've noticed among the women I know is that no one is asking why. Instead, we are heartbroken for her. Gutted. We empathize.
I suspect that for most of us, if we're honest with ourselves, we know there's a dark part of psyche that totally gets it. We understand why deep, deep in our bones. I am familiar with the heavy grayness. I know how it feels to crave relief from pain. Like many of you, I have felt utterly sick of being myself, and I've imagined a release.
For most of us, as well, the grayness passes over. And there's a proportion of light and gray in our lives that we find tolerable. So we keep going, often with help. This we also know--every one of us needs a team, a community, a family. Maybe even just one person.
So I'm thinking of anyone who is reading this right now, feeling this way. What if I told you that I see you? I see you, where you are right now, without judgement. And I'm holding you and saying, honey, oh honey. And we're just there with your despair, or your flatness, or your pain. And we're just letting it be. And letting you be.
If you are having thoughts of suicide, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255 (TALK) or go to SpeakingOfSuicide.com/resources for a list of additional resources.