Another pointless shooting that has shaken the US to its core.
This isn’t a case of mentally ill or not.
It’s a matter of why?
17 lives lost. Why?
Another broken heart that couldn’t mend itself due to bullying.
This isn’t a matter of whose at fault. This isn’t a moral issue about if suicide is justified or selfish.
For me, this is just a constant reminder that I am not in control of anything. It reminds me of how prevalent pain is. It reminds me how important it is to hug my loved ones while I can. It reminds me how frail and fleeting life really. It opens the doors to a whole of revelations about the frailty of existence.
But who does that help? It doesn’t cure a broken-hearted helpless family. It doesn’t bring back 18 innocent lives.
A ripple effects. Countless lives destroyed.
Until Next Time
Bleed and Exist,
P.S. Coming from someone who has had her share of mental health issues and suicide attempts: If you or someone you know is struggling with suicidal thoughts call 1-800-273-8255