Dedicated to the memory of my good friends
Every time I think about my friends who took their lives, I get really sad. Actually, one was my friend and the other one was my husband's. I loved both, regardless. Both took their lives in different ways - my friend jumped off a high-rise building in Manhattan, my husband's submitted to the grips of alcohol.
Both friends were intelligent, beautiful and still young. All I wish is that they shared their feelings from the start of their desperation.
Sometimes, when we are sad, we see no solution. Why not share what's haunting you with people you respect. As they are not in that predicament, they may view it differently.
My beautiful friend taught me exactly that - to open up, not to hold it all for myself. It took me years to transform and learn about life. And I'm still learning :)
Maybe, I am selfish or just the opposite, as I know that my life does not only belong to me. It impacts others and how they feel. I know that I would not want to hurt anyone.