Today is the anniversary of the death of my best friend.
I cannot describe how much beauty the world lost in her, but I’ll try: She was one of the most beautiful, compassionate people I have ever known- happy to share in others joy but feeling pain just as deeply. She was utterly obsessed with Westlife which I teased her mercilessly about- (as much as she did to me for my Axl Rose crush)! I’m not sure we had ever been strangers; within a minute of meeting it was as if we had known each other all our lives. She had a stutter that disappeared completely when she sang and I think anyone who knew her could listen to her sing for hours. She cooked amazing scrambled egg and her Dolly Parton impression had me in stitches on the floor. Her future plans were never truly formed- though she considered being a herbal therapist, most of the time she just wanted to get through the day.
I think I knew from quite early on, that I would not be able to keep her in this world no matter how hard I tried, and on this day, aged 14 she killed herself.
You cannot solely blame one person, or even a group of people, for the death of someone who died by their own hand, but I believe that had she not been tormented every day, every hour (literally, and including being told to kill herself) by sick, cruel, overprivileged bullies, she may still be alive today. Rather than dwell on this, I try to make my success my revenge and every day that I find myself faltering, I remind myself that I am living for two and need to do this. I must succeed, for the world must one day hear what I have to say.
I was thinking about her this morning as I set up my writing notes and looked out of the window at the sparrows investigating the food I’d left out for them. I believe in reincarnation to an extent (the breaking down of cells and sharing of atoms etc), and was then reminded quite suddenly, that part of her may have been in them.
RIP. She was the one who inspired your tattoo right?
I hate feeling suicidal, sometimes it’s as if no one is there for you but I do what I can to survive each day. I am not at my best now, this month isn’t looking up in terms of my jobs but I do what I can to live.
Yep.
Hugs to you too. I know stuff sucks sometimes but as long as you have something- anything- to value and enjoy, I think you can survive just about anything. And it gets better. xxxxxxxxxx
This blog really brought a tear to my eye. It is so hard to lose someone but you are an inspiration. Love you x
*snuggles*
And thanks a million- as you inspire me too! (Yay for the mutual love fest)
Love you too xxxx
I think she would be so so proud of you sweetheart, I know I am. Sending all my love xxxxx
Thanks beautiful. Love you too.
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I am truly sorry for your loss
Thankyou x
Losing someone to their own hand is one of the hardest losses to bear, I’ve spent a lifetime wondering in the dark moments what I could have done differently to save a friend, but in the end it doesn’t matter, they remain gone. Your friend lives through you, and she’d be incredibly proud of you for what you do, in your success you honour her memory.
Thankyou for your kind words.
xx