Hardest of Goodbyes

duck swimming awayA friend committed suicide this week.

My heart aches. I can’t stop thinking about it. Morbid thoughts. Sad thoughts.

I wonder about the person who found him. Whether or not she will ever get the image out of her head, if it haunts her dreams. I wonder about the people closest to him, whether or not they will ever be free of guilt and the “what ifs” that must keep them up at night. I wonder about his children, what their lives will be like going forward, if they will ever again feel innocent or safe. I wonder what his last moments were like, what he was thinking, what he was feeling.

I wasn’t close enough a friend to have had a direct impact on him, helpful or hurtful. And yet, I wonder if that truly frees me of any responsibility.

Most of our interaction was through social media. I read his posts, I imagine he read mine. And for some reason that plagues me.

In the world of social media, where life is filtered to perfection, what responsibility do I have for the impact my posts have on others? And recognizing that my posts are just a tiny part of anyone’s full feed, does that let me off the hook completely?

If someone I know is full of enough despair, enough depression, enough self-doubt to contemplate suicide, do I own any responsibility if I rarely post a picture that isn’t happy and perfect? Am I at all to blame that none of my posts would indicate I struggle too, that he’s not alone, that I too sometimes feel down? Did I make it worse?

More importantly, could I have made it better?

I have traveled the world in my lifetime. I’ve been to the wealthiest countries and the poorest. What I know for sure is every single person worldwide has known suffering. Not everyone has experienced love. Not everyone has experienced success. Not everyone has experienced joy. But we have all suffered some way.

And that matters.

Suffering is the one thing we have in common, the universal human condition we rarely talk about. Instead, we hide it. Choosing to put on faces of perfection, to mask dark feelings behind shallow smiles. Out of fear of appearing to not have it perfectly together, we put on a show, capturing our lives in Instagram-worthy snapshots.

I certainly do.

I can’t count the number of times people have said to me since I met my boyfriend, Kris, that it’s so great to see me so happy. And I am happy. But I’m also sometimes frustrated. I’m also sometimes dark and depressed. I’m also sometimes lost and uncertain.

And I am always imperfect.

And we are happy together. But we are also sometimes disconnected. We are also sometimes mad at each other. We are also sometimes withdrawn.

And we are always imperfect.

I don’t put that on social media.

I don’t show our fights; I show the happy selfies when we’ve reconciled. I don’t show our challenges; I show the triumphant moments when we’ve survived them. I don’t show the days we are too lazy to shower and change out of sweats; I show the days we are dressed up and put together. I don’t even show the blurry snapshot taken at a bad angle; I show the best one and apply a forgiving filter to ensure its perfection.

Like everyone, I fall victim to the temptation to appear perfect. I know I’m not, but social media allows me to tell a different story to the world. It allows me keep up with the lives I conclude are behind the pictures I see on my feed. It allows me to create an illusion.

It’s lonely to feel you’re the only one who is falling apart when everyone else you know appears to have it all together. It’s exhausting. And at times, it feels hopeless.

I wonder if that’s how my friend felt.

And I wonder how life would be different if instead of perfection we were all brave enough to show the ugly parts. Would we feel less alone? Would there be less despair? Would we feel more hopeful?

I know the answer. So do you.

It’s why I started writing this blog. Because my journey is far from perfect. While it is filled with happy moments, successes, and growth; more often it is filled with missteps, self-doubt, challenges, and questions.

I am tired of living an illusion. So I’ve started to write. The truth. In its brutal imperfection. And I’m sharing it with you, so we have conversations that matter, conversations that help us feel less alone in life’s challenges.

It wasn’t enough to help my friend. But maybe one day it will help you.

8 thoughts on “Hardest of Goodbyes

  1. Such a powerful blog and so much truth. Thank you for sharing and praying many read this – so thought provoking. So very sorry for your loss…. ❤️

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  2. Attempted my life 2 weeks ago.
    I refuse to be silent about mental illness anymore. If one person feels like they aren’t alone, or a freak, then shredding my soul is worth it. I could have been that guy you are writing about. Those questions could have been about me. No shower today. Still in sweats. Furious with an ARNP who decided she knew more than 6 other Phd’s and didn’t treat me for bipolar the last 7 years. This hit home so hard.

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  3. Sara- great job on this piece. Suicide is so hard, for all involved. I hate hearing- “how selfish of them. It’s unforgivable” guess what- it’s not. I have battled depression for 33 years. I’ve attempted suicide three times- I’ve been lucky, and am alive. But through and through I know the truths and pain from both sides. I hope your blog can begin a real dialogue!! Sorry for your loss- love, hugs and healing to you ❤

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  4. May 13 will mark 10 years without my best friend because he died by suicide. Reading your blog was like taking a walk through every memory I had from that time. The morbidity, the sadness, blaming myself. Thank you for articulating all of this. I spent a lot of years after trying to make myself perfect to make up for how damaged I felt inside because I should have known something was wrong. It wasn’t until I hit rock bottom a year later that I realized I was striving for perfection because I didn’t want people to know that I was crumbling inside. Giving up that illusion and embracing my ugly parts was the best thing that I have ever done. Thank you again for reaching out to help others with your experience in a world that seems to ignore anything less than perfect.

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