Years ago I made friends with suicide. I realized that on this life’s journey he would be a constant companion so I would need to adjust my thinking.
We would need to become allies.
And we have.
Some days it is a give and take… so far we have remained equal partners.
I don’t fight against suicide or proclaim the horrors. It’s always there and will always be. It is not the problem. For many it is the solution.
We humans and our unkindness are the problem.
So suicide and I remain friends. He visits every so often as a reminder of how precious human birth is and how we hope for so much more.
Even the richest act of kindness cannot always stop suicide’s claim.
But maybe forgiveness can.