It is an uncomfortable truth that some people look at their lives and think they have nothing worth living for.
There is an awful amount of pain and totally unnecessary suffering in this world and at moments it can seem like it is way too much to bear.
I speak from a place of personal knowledge.
Although we know that death comes to all of us – and way too soon, it always seems - some people make a choice to end their own lives because they cannot find anything worth living for. This always makes me terribly sad. Because I am so familiar with the intense sense of desperation and feeling lost.
There is this particular spot in the Cotswolds that I will never forget because it nearly became the place I took my last breath.
Why am I still here? Because it wasn’t my time. Because I wasn’t sure my plan would work and that I may suffer. Because I was more afraid of death than I was of life.
Because I somehow grasped a strand of light and knew that there could be something worth living for. I didn’t dare to dream what it could be. I just felt it was really there.
Since that day I have had many high days and several low days. I have grown and discovered areas of resolve and skills I didn’t believe could exist in me. I have experienced such love that I shudder to think I could have missed this depth of joy.