This blog is a tribute to my big sister, Elizabeth, who died of suicide on October 13, 2013. She was 26 years old.
My sister’s depression consumed her like cancer. It was unbearably defeating, frustrating and excruciating to watch her drown under the weight of depression with no way of saving her.
I feel like it’s my purpose in life to prevent this from happening to anyone else. There is no point in hiding and contributing to the secrecy of mental illness anymore. I want to stare shame in the face and rise above it. I want to help the people who think that the only way to end their pain is to kill themselves.
Writing has become my refuge, therapy and my closest companion. I encourage anyone who is going through any kind of mental anguish to write and release those thoughts from your head. It can be the most powerful tool for recovery and healing.
This blog has turned into exactly that for me, it’s a place to empty my mind for others to read and find comfort in. It’s about self-discovery and learning about how we can become the most mentally healthy version of ourselves we can possibly be.
Elizabeth’s death has pushed me into finding a bigger purpose in life. It has caused me to ask questions I may not have ever asked myself. It has guided me towards a more meaningful and connected existence because it has shown me the very thin line between life and death. I’ve realised what makes me really, truly happy is developing deep connections with other people, encouraging them, and helping them out of the darkness. I love people, they are my favourite animals.
Life is a journey and everything that happens in our lives teaches us something. There are always things to learn and discover, no matter how old we get. I’m here to share what I know to be true with whoever wants to listen.
I’m here if you ever want to talk. I’d love to hear from you.