Essay on My Mom Committed Suicide

I haven’t slept in weeks, the thought of mom’s death has been creeping in more and more lately. Ever since that night things have never been the same and I find myself enraged at the world around me. Dad made Autumn stop dancing, the thought of her dancing reminded him of how mom had loved dancing and how it had caused her death. Little did he know she never stopped, she trained in secret, and I supported her along the way. Autumn was the only one who was there for me after mom died. We became closer to each other, our own support systems in a sense. That was until she left me to be with Sylvia. I was alone, and when I needed her most she left me. I still had my girlfriend Claire, but we were growing apart. When she left too, what life I had left finally shattered. Leaving me to deal with the impact in solitude.

I'm trying to recall the people I met last night.  Please help to remember them.

And so, after that conversation, I never spoke to her, said a word to her of any kind, and then she died and her death was a shock to me, not because I would miss her presence and long for it, but because I could not believe that such a presence could ever be stilled.

I never knew my mother. She left when I was very young. My family told me stories about her, they told me she loved me, but they would not tell my why she left. That truth came when I became an adult. It came after I was married, after I had a child of my own. My life was supposed to be normal until then, as normal as it could be under the circumstances. My people needed me to be normal. They needed me to have children. They needed me to love and to feel loved. It was a necessary part of the tradition.

Bang. You wake up to the sound of the sirens. You look out the dark window to see the reporters gathered around. Everyone runs in horror as the camera crew moves in closer to get a better view of the action. The gun drops on the sidewalk with a clink just 20 feet outside your door. The curtains close, your too afraid to see them cry. You turn on the tv in hopes of drowning out the horrible shrieks, but instead they get even more deafening. The news covers every angle of the incident. Watching in disgust you start to realize the effects of putting these scenes on the news could have on someone. Just by leaving the information with the family certain things can be prevented such as, copy-cat situations, depression, and misconceptions. However,

Have you ever known someone who’s committed or tried to commit suicide and thought, “I wish I would’ve done something, said something, to stop it from happening?” I know I would ask myself that question everyday if I hadn’t. A few years ago, a good friend of mine thought her life was so bad she wanted to end it. I did the only thing I could think, and told the nearest teacher. It may sound so childish or stupid, but it worked. Luckily, she’s still alive and well. I’m here to make sure you can make the difference and help a person who might be, or is suicidal. Just think of what would happen if you didn’t try to help.

It was a dark, early morning, and something was amiss. Strangely, mom was not home; she was always up thirty minutes before me. My dad confirmed my suspicions: my grandma had gone to the emergency room with crippling stomach pains. That wasn’t an unusual event; my grandma was no stranger to Hillcrest. On Thanksgiving, she had been in the hospital for a heart attack. However, this time, a few days after Easter 2015, felt different. Like a raincloud, I felt disquiet brewing over my head, but I shrugged it off and went to school.

The news arrives on a sunny Friday afternoon. A shrill ring from the phone grabs the attention of my whole family; burned into my memory forever is the image of my mother’s face. As she hangs up the phone, I already know the news was not what we had expected. Bursting into tears, my mother sobs as my father holds her, tears clouding his own eyes. The diagnosis is ductal carcinoma in situ, a form of breast cancer. The perfect weather contrasts with one of the most excruciating days of my life. The day is my mother's 50th birthday.

People should not end their lives just because problems appear. Committing suicide is wrong and is a sin to God. The people who are saved and live for God know that is wrong. Even the people who are in the world have read articles and heard from their friends and family about suicide. The person who is willing to take their own life is not thinking their issues through properly. The person should value themselves more and realize the truth meaning of life. People have no right to kill their self it is wrong and inappropriate behavior. The eighty year old man feels he have the right, but he also are willing to take the easy way out. At the end of the day what is solve nothing but a sad situation. A person who is suicidal may feel it is a moral right to end their life, but taking your life will affect friends, family and the devil will win. Doing the right thing will help with personal character, integrity, and moral standards (Bethel University, 2017).

Every year, my mom’s side of the family gets together for the three major holidays: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter. While we are celebrating, there is much laughter and joy. There is no quiet place in the house. While the adults are upstairs laughing and joking, the kids are downstairs in the basement, mimicking the adults. While I would like to think that my family is perfect, the truth is, they are not. There are fights that go behind the scenes between family members, and this causes some to dread attending such events. The reality of the situation is that no one can pick their family. Even though I sometimes do not agree with or enjoy some of my

People have said “Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me” but if that 's true then why is there an increase in teenagers committing suicide. We all know that the rate of teenage suicide has been on the rise just as fast as the rise of social media use. Teenage suicide is never a good thing and is heartbreaking to those it affects. As social media becomes more intertwined in young people 's lives there has been an increase in teen suicide from cyber bullying. Often times young teens don 't know the dangers and consequences social media can cause and makes it a dangerous place for some of them. The companies that provide these social media websites sometimes do not have the features necessary to employ a safe

Romeo and Juliet is a story of rival families, love at first sight, and tragedy. In the end, star-crossed lovers Romeo and Juliet, commit suicide to stay together. Even though, this story takes place centuries ago, lots of teenagers today end their lives at their own hands. An article states that, ¨Suicide is the third leading cause of death in 15 to 24 year olds¨ (Teen Suicide). Teen suicide is showing itself as a national problem. In this paper we will analyze how lack of communication, depression, and undesirable life events or recent losses answers why teen suicides are a national issue.

Growing up as a child, I was raised by my aunt. Her name was Sally. My aunt and I never really got along. I didn’t know my real parents. I actually doubt that she was my real aunt. At the age of thirteen years old I found out the truth about my parents. She told me that they died in a car accident when I was only 4 months old. That was the only truth I knew about my parents. I was left with pictures of them and memories, which it wasn’t many memories I could remember because I was only 4 months old. It was hard growing up seeing kids with their mommies and daddies. I used to wonder why my life was different and why I was with my aunt.

Suicide is a beautiful thing. It allows a person to finally be calm and happy. No longer

I vaguely remember this one story growing up about a lady name Terri Schiavo and her family battle while she was in a vegetative state. Terri Schiavo a young lady from Florida who had a horrible heart attack which resulted in brain damage due to the fact that for over 5 minutes her brain had not receive any oxygen. only thing she was now able to do was breathe on her own. She had no living will so there was no details of what she would have wanted her family to do had she become brain damage and could not do anything on her own. after 15 years of living on a feeding tube her husband said enough was enough his wife’s wishes were to never be hooked up to a machine to save her life. He succeeded in getting her feeding tube removed. Even with this known fact Terri’s parents still fought against their son in law in a legal battle in court to try to keep their daughter alive and make the doctors put the tube back in again but lost. Two weeks later she passed away. Later autopsy revealed that the brain damage was irreversible ad she would ever have woken up.