Our community has suffered a tragic loss. The loss of a Freshman boy at the high school. By suicide. A family has suffered an unimaginable, there are no words to explain it kind of loss. By suicide.
Word came on Sunday afternoon about this boy's suicide earlier that morning. I don't personally know this family and I don't know all of the details, but my community is small and we hear things. Apparently he was depressed and on meds.
Big E did not personally know this boy. But they did share a class together last year and Big E immediately knew who it was when he heard about it.
The school had a moment of silence yesterday. They sent a parent email letting us know a death had occurred and how they were handling it with the students and how we might be able to help at home.
Well, let me tell you people, I am not equipped for this.
First of all, I have been on the verge of tears for this boy's family. And his friends. And for him, that he felt so desperate that this was his answer. My family is peppered with mental health issues and suicide. Each one affected me differently, which is expected based on my ages at the times of the events and my relationships with the victims. But I know how confusing and hard each of those tragedies were for me. And none of them WERE.MY.CHILD. I.just.can't.imagine.
Secondly, Big E and even Sous Chef, who hears us talking, have had questions about depression and why and how it happens. I am not a doctor. I don't even play one on TV. So I answer the best I can with what I know. I beg them not to ever do anything like this. To themselves. To me. To our family.
I repeat. I am not equipped for this.