I just assumed EVERYONE considered suicide for one reason or another. And I figured most people tried it now and then. Also I just knew those who lived after were not at all serious about it.
Well, I was wrong on all three counts. And I have not thought about it for maybe eight months or so, but a blog yesterday triggered the memories...ya gotta know how that is!
Yesterday I found myself enjoying once more "Secretia's" blog, in which she invites readers to contribute answers to her question-of-the-day. Sounds kinda like "Trivial trivia" (and it is) but usually great fun for some--me included. Yesterday's question was proposed in this manner:
"Sometimes the hurting gets so
Strong that we wish we were gone.
That's when we pray for
Much happier days...
Were you ever so sad that you wanted
to end your life?
you CAN be anonymous...
Posted by Secretia Tuesday Dec 8 at 5:11 AM
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And I did have a comment to make but decided to post it here instead, because it was definitely a low point in the drunken, chaotic, helpless, "powerless" stage of my life at age 26, in 1958. And I tell you that from there until 1974, the state, the condition of my life went no way but DOWN. So this is what I wrote at that time (I had already died, OK? --Alright, WHO said "Fine!"--grin!):
At last I have found my solitude
All now is quiet and peaceful
In this room
With Endless futility have I sought
Serenity--absent ever since I lived
In the womb
At last happiness is mine since
No more must I calculate
I've considered often this moment
When I look up instead of down
At the bloom
And I SO wish to thank them
The both who laid me here
In my tomb.
--Steve E August 3, 1958
Peeps, let us soberly, peacefully,
LOVE all things today! OK?
Information on picture of SUICIDE can be found HERE