Today my heart is heavy with the sad news of Stephen "tWitch" Boss. It rocked me to my core. I watched him dance with his wife over the years and on the Ellen show. His smile was infectious.
We need to be very careful and not assume anything about Stephen or anyone else who unalive themselves.
Some people seek help but still see
no way out of the darkness.
A few years ago, I had a friend from work who was dealing with difficult times. He and I worked the same shift during this time, and he would talk to me.
One day he asked me to go to the movies with him. I told him I was not able to go on this particular night. The next day when I got to work, the mood seemed sober. An hour later, management informed us he was gone; he had unalive himself. All I could think about was
I had said no to the movies.
It seems like life has gotten tough, and so is dealing with all of its challenges.
A friend of mine explained the thoughts she experienced as a switch that turns on the darkest of thoughts; hard to turn off at times, and the struggle was real.
We need to end this stigma around mental health, spend time having a conversation, and less time on social media; less text messaging and more real voice-to-voice, FaceTime, Zoom, or face-to-face.
When someone is on my mind, I do my best to check in because you never know if you will have a second chance. September 11 unfortunately taught me that lesson.
I do my best to smile and speak to people cause I don't know what they are dealing; with at that time. I want them to know I see them.
You matter, and you must understand your mental wellness. Ask yourself, " am I okay"?
Be honest and write down what comes to mind.
Remember, it's okay not to be okay. Please get help. If you know someone who needs help, there are resources available.
Rest In Peace King!
Very well said. We lost another light in this world when we lost Twitch. May he rest in peace.
Suicide is NO joke! I continue to feel the deep sadness of my best friend, who committed to this depressing state of no return she had within herself. The signs of such tormented agony they feel, let's hope we never feel it; let's hope that these signs of despair are learned with the hope that intervention will be successful.
I have no words for not knowing why.