Fill my shoes with your feet and feel my shoes with your soul.
A friend of mine who I grew up with, recently took his life. It is now a handful of childhood friends, all of whom grew up in the same neighborhood (including my sister) who have taken their life. It is heartbreaking. It is horrible. It doesn't make sense and I can't wrap my mind around it. Before 2020, the rate of suicide was one death every 40 seconds. It is now predicted (according to the CDC) that by 2020 the rate of death due to suicide will increase to one every 20 seconds.
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In this blog post I have provided information about suicide according to the CDC for- Prevention, Warning Signs, How to help and the number and website if you're seeking help for yourself or someone you know.
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At the memorial my friend's aunt read the poem I posted below, The Life's Highway. It is all about walking in someone else's shoes, avoiding judgement and getting to know the person before you come to any conclusions. Who are we to judge. Who are we to assume and ridicule someone for the way they live their life. We all have wounds. We all have scars, some more present and clear than others. Sometimes the deepest wounds are the ones hidden in the heart.
I am BrIttany.
