07/04/2025
Today marks 11 years since I nearly lost myself to su***de. I think it will always feel strange to acknowledge this date. However, it feels equally strange to live within the illusion that this day is at all like any other day. I have come to the place of understanding that it is best practice to acknowledge pain. To pretend that this day is one without pain would be as if I pretended that the explosions in the sky accompanying this day did not exist. It would be as helpful as ignoring the heat of the sun. No, it is the path toward a better future to accept reality, both pain and hope.
As time goes on, I realize with increasing confidence that there is very little that we choose about ourselves. We don’t choose our wounds, and we don’t decide how our minds react to their beginnings. We also don’t choose how our minds have been shaped by our wounds. In these situations, it is common to hear the easy-to-give advice: “Just don’t think about it anymore, move on, and things will get better.”
I tried that with the most fidelity I could offer. It made it all so much worse. It was doing the opposite of the conventional belief that allowed me to cope with the heat of another day. It was facing the pain, acknowledging it, understanding how I was prone to despair, and accepting that some pain does not heal. It does not have a purpose. It simply is there because heartbreak is the toll to ferry through this life. Some things do not get better, and it is naive and cruel to expect such an outcome in every circumstance. There exists pain that should not be reconciled for the sake of notions of a greater good.
There is simply pain housed within us. Some days, these wounds will require submission, and other days they will demand our rage. These wounds will never necessitate our denial or magical thinking with a silver lining. Much of the despair I found myself in 11 years ago was anchored to a lack of security in this world in a fundamental and holistic sense. Within these subsequent years, I have faced nearly all of my worst-case scenarios I felt anxious about. I didn’t know that I would persist in spite of them. Some of these scenarios are still present, and yet I persist