A Bit of Real Life, death, Grief, health, illness

A Riddle

Suicide isn’t always a handful of pills or a bullet. It can be alcoholism, drug addiction–all reactions to trauma: childhood, sexual, emotional, et al.

Consider a woman with great friends, a steady career, admired for her gentleness and comforting nature, full of humor, smart AF, connected to spiritualism, generous as the day is long.

Depression makes this woman eat badly, stay in bed all day, cancel critical medical tests, refuse to see friends, eschew exercise. She doesn’t want to hurt her loved ones so she doesn’t take one of several bottles of medication. She wouldn’t hurt them that way.

Instead it’s the slow way… eating every food she’s been warned from, sleeping 12 hours, turning off the phone, not opening mail, convinced things will never improve.

My question: who am I talking about?


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