Lately I’ve been hearing about one thing a lot: people dying. It always makes me sad to think of all the people I will never see again, all the hurting people out there, missing someone. But there’s something that makes me mad, and that’s people who take their own lives. I understand that sometimes life doesn’t seem worth living, that you’ve tried your best and nothing seems to work out for you, that no one seems to care. But none of that is good enough reason to kill yourself.
A few years ago my father and my little brother were in a car accident. They died. I know first hand how hard it is to lose people who are close to me. I’ve thought about suicide before. I know that when I die I will go to heaven. So what is there to lose? But every time I think about it I come back to the same thought: if I died right now I would hurt people. No matter how depressed you are, no matter how much you believe that no one cares, you are wrong. If you love anyone in the world you will value them enough to value your own life.