Well, I’ve just had the shittiest week of my life. Just over a week ago I received news that a good friend of mine had killed herself. I was, and still am devastated by this. The shock of it is dulling off now, thankfully, so I can think a lot clearer.
Lessons to be Learnt From a Tragic Event
Let me just set the scene here for a bit – The girl I’m talking about was 37. She was a good personality, attractive, outgoing, the sort of person that most people would have hit it off with straight away. I was instant friends with her. Always joking around, piss-taking, and acting like fools just for a laugh…
I got to know her over the course of the last 3 years to the point where I had a pretty good picture of her ‘life story’- it was what I’d describe as a collection of ‘experiences’ – she’d been travelling around the world throughout her 20’s and 30’s, South America, Europe, India, the U.K. etc, did skydiving, all those sorts of things. I always thought “well, sure, sounds like fun, but where has all of that gotten you?”
She had a ‘boyfriend’ up until later last year when he broke up with her. (I’m not going to speculate on her previous sexual history- because it wouldn’t be fair of me to do so). After the break-up she got depressed for a while, then came good and seemed back to normal – trekking, beach stuff, drinking with friends etc. She seemed fine when I last contacted her after Easter. Seven weeks later I got the news she’d swallowed a bunch of pills and ended it all.
A Tragic Waste
It seems to me that she had a ‘fun’ life with very little direction or real purpose in it – a true victim of the disintegrating family unit and any real structure in society. A young girl growing up and being led to believe that this lifestyle of endless travel and self-amusement is the only way to live is a very destructive thing – toxic to the soul, especially to a young woman.
What I see in this situation is all tragic. In healthier times, back when society had normal families – women married young and had children. Obviously this kept both young men and women living with a sense of purpose – raising the next generation and being proud of that achievement. It was something you could grow old and be content with. Nowadays, with society being a godless, decadent consumerist wasteland, people don’t know the value of living a life trying to serve God – so they fill the void by ‘collecting experiences’ that aren’t all that meaningful.
My friend, dear Libby R.I.P, was a beautiful soul and would have made a beautiful wife and raised great kids if this society wasn’t so fucked up. She was led down the garden path by the promise of endless ‘experiences’ (courtesy of satan), all for what? Now she’s dead.
No Matter What Happens
Something important to remember no matter what your struggling with – never fucking give up!
No one is perfect. We all experience internal battles of our own willpower. If you succumb to your weaknesses – whatever they may be – learn to pick yourself up and get back on the right track. This is the true meaning of repentance – diligently fighting the battle against the devils vices. We all make mistakes and if they lead you to taking your own life you cannot come back from that.
No matter how shit things are sometimes, don’t make the same mistake Libby made.
Fight The Good Fight.
Never Give Up.