As I reach the conclusion of this series, just like last year when the unexpected hatred reared its head, this year I find my self again at a new level.
I am one who has struggled with suicidal thoughts for much of my life.
If I perceive something is too much, too extreme for me to handle, I want to leave.
In the moments of drama and disarray, it feels as if there is no other way.
In the province of British Columbia statistics show, from 2006 to 2016, 5-600 people a year die from suicide (1), with more men than women choosing this way to leave. The desperation of ‘there appears to be no way out of this mess’ but to die is a reality for many.
This life I’m here to know, and to show there is a way out, and that way is looking in.