I never knew Sydney Taylor Bruning. And I'm not going to pretend like I did. I can't say she was sweet. I can't tell you how funny she was. I can't even tell you the color of her eyes.
All I do know, is she isn't here anymore.
Suicide isn't just some thing we hear about on the news. It's something we keep hushed and hidden in the back of our closets. More people than you can imagine have considered it at one point or another, and have even tried. But you don't hear about it. You don't know that the girl who sits next to you in math, thought about how easy it would be to get the gun her dad has in his room, last night. You don't know that the boy that sits behind you in science has counted and recounted the pills in his bathroom, trying to decide when to swallow them.
Honestly?
You don't know.
If there is one thing I've learned in the past three years, it's to listen. People just need someone they can trust, who will JUST listen.
Tonight, all I've been able to think about, are my friends. I don't know what I would do, if any of them died. And if they were to take their own life? I would honestly feel... I don't know. Empty, but at the same time, full of regret, doubt, and hate. I would lay in bed awake all night, every night, running over it in my head, wondering what I could have said. What I could have done. Anything. Everything. It would be a vicious cycle of knowing that it doesn't matter what I could have done, because you can't change the past.
Nothing we can do can change the past, but everything we do changes the future.
So my final thought. I love you all. And if anyone ever needs someone to talk to, I really would love to listen. I don't believe in judging, because trust me, I have my own issues. Every person deserves to know how beautiful they are. How smart they are. And how much they deserve to be happy.
-A