At Peace
I just got some really terrible and sad news last night. The best friend of my youngest sister was found dead in a river up in Oregon. She was just 26. They'd been best friends since early elementary school and our family knew her well as she was a fixture around our house growing up. I was shocked that this wonderful, happy-go-lucky person that had everything going for her was driven to commit suicide. It shows that you just don't always know what is going on inside a person. My heart just goes out to my sister's friend for the pain she had that led her to that point.
As I talked and cried with my family last night, I remembered when I was in the depths of depression when I was fifteen. I just felt like I was in a dark hole where no one could pull me out and I couldn't see anything positive beyond it. I thought about suicide a lot and even had a plan for how I would do it, where I would go so my body wouldn't be found by anyone until it was too late. Would I have gone through with it? I don't know, but it struck me how lucky I am to have gotten out of that place and not ever been back there. It could've been me in that river of depression and I am so grateful to not be there. It's a hole I never want to be in again and I am so fortunate to have the tools and support to pull me out when I start to slide because I know how easy that pit is to get sucked into.I hope that wherever Carly is now that she is out of pain and her spirit is at peace. We miss you, Carly.








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