suicide prevention

The Echo of Regret: A Vow Against Futility

The shadow falls, a failure in my sight,
Disappointment’s echo, haunting day and night.
Regret’s cold hand upon my waking thought,
A hollow dream, the battle that we fought.

A profound, persistent ache resides within,
A deep, visceral wound where grief begins.
Each time the news arrives, a soul has gone,
The numbers climb, yet tragedy lives on.

For those now lost within the heavy fog,
This deep despair, no fleeting shadow slog,
It raises questions that torment the soul:
How could we shield them, how regain control?

What could I, personally, have done to reach,
To pull them back, beyond the final beach?
Why do such vibrant lives, with potential vast,
End in this final, devastating, broken blast?

The pain, a sickening, immediate jolt,
A punch that leaves me breathless and unbolt.
Another one lost, a cycle we can’t cease,
The repetition numbs, yet sharp remains the piece.

A desperate cry: What can be truly done,
When the tide of loss engulfs the rising sun?
We must find answers, a pathway to prevent,
A strategy of hope, with all our power lent.

What can we do, right now, with urgent plea,
To stop this cycle of futility?
They were too young, their promise yet untold,
A song cut short, a story left untold.

Reduced to cold, impersonal distress,
A public crisis we cannot suppress.
The lives they were, a silence left behind,
Deafening echoes of the best of humankind.

My daughter has depression and has gone thorugh a lot this summer. She even attempted suicide. So this past weekend, she went to a water park with a friend and had a wonderful time. We have gotten her into therpay and on the right medicine that she needs. Thank God, I was home at the right time the day she attempted.

I was supposed to have a work meeting, that had been on the books all year. That was canceled. For 8 years, I worked iwth a gilr who had seizures. So when my duaghter started to act strange, I knew she was having seizure activity and I was able to lay her down in the rescue position and get someone to call 911. Those days when she was in the hospital were one of the longest of my life. I know we are not out of the woods yet. Depression is a clinical imbalance and one you live with all your life, but she now has the support she needs.

The darkness has lifted,
The sun shines through,
And I see your smile again,
Like a ray of new.

I’ve watched you struggle,
I’ve seen the pain,
But you’ve never given up,
You’ve always remained.

You’re stronger than you know,
You’re braver than you seem,
And I’m so proud of you,
For fighting to be free.

So keep on smiling,
Keep on shining bright,
I love you more than words can say,
My beautiful daughter.