Skip to main content

Woman, Interrupted

My heartbeat was rapid and I was covered in sweat. I did my best to remain calm. Over an hour had passed and it was only by the grace of God that everything turned out okay.

I’d just got finished convincing a woman to not end her own life.

When she explained what she was about to do, I froze at first. You got this, stay calm… was the thought that settled in my mind. I didn’t want to scare her (although I was scared too) so, I stayed as calm as I could as we talked. I was mindful to avoid using the line, “You have everything to live for…” that people use far too often when helping someone through this kind of crisis. Instead, I just asked her what was going on. 

In a past season, a friend of mine was contemplating suicide and we were able to talk through things, so I did what I did with my friend. 

I just listened.

And I understood how she felt. 

While I’ve never been pushed to the point of suicide, I know exactly what it feels like to be in despair and feel as if you’re going through something by yourself, and not have a family member or friend or colleague or anyone else able to tell that something was wrong. I’ve had moments when I wanted to disappear, stay in bed, and not have to deal with things happening to me and around me. There have been plenty of times when I showed up with a smile and encouraged other people, prayed with them, and quoted scriptures… and behind closed doors was going through my own silent storms, having meltdowns, losing my appetite, stressed as hell, unable to sleep through the night, crying to a point where I felt completely hollowed out, exhausted from crying, discouraged, and enduring seasons of being heavily frustrated in my spirit... all while hearing ridiculous things from people like, “You just seem, like, so put together…” The outside of who we are doesn’t always reveal what’s going on inside, does it? 

Perception vs. reality is something a lot of people get twisted these days. Even people who may think they know you well can be so utterly blind and clueless regarding who you really are and what you’re going through. 

I won’t disclose the details about why this woman was considering harming herself, but I did realize some key things about her: she was hurting, but she was also brilliant and blessed and still had a lot more living to do. Even if she didn’t realize it. How could someone so brilliant and blessed get to this point? Life. Life happened to her. And at the time, it sounded like it was too much for her to bear. As I listened to her, I shared some of my own challenges, and how God helped me through them. I shared myself as she shared herself. We didn’t know each other well, but I felt responsible for her since she came to me, so I continued to listen to her, prayed with her, and even made her laugh a little. 

And she chose life. 

I was relieved she did. And at ease knowing she was also going to get help. Different people who knew what had just happened offered to pray over me. But I didn’t want them to. I decided to retreat on my own and go for a walk. Once my head cleared and things settled, I was fine. All I kept thinking was, I can’t believe that just happened. 

Some people have mixed feelings about suicide and suicide victims. More often than not, people judge them and even dare to persecute those who’ve attempted to do so or have followed through with taking their own lives. I can’t speak for everyone, but one thing I do know is this life is still worth living. We’re all fighting battles, so instead of judging, persecuting, or giving up on people, we can all benefit from listening. There are so many people who don’t listen and pay attention. Too many people overlook the fact that someone they know, or encounter, may be depressed, depleted, in trouble, lonely, pained, or feel like giving up on themselves. 

Listen to people and pay attention. Don’t let, “How are you?” become a casual and careless greeting. Be intentional when you ask that question and sincere enough to show you care. 

Life can be hard.

But God is right there going through it with each and every last one of us. And He’s listening too. Choose life. 

Popular posts from this blog

Thoughts From a Black Educator: Qualified, Credentialed, and Constantly Undermined

I’m a Black educator in my fifth year of teaching middle school English, and in my third as the 8th Grade English PLC (Professional Learning Community) Lead. And while I genuinely enjoy the purposeful work I get to do, seeing the growth of my scholars, and continuing to hone my skills in a content area I’ve loved since I was a little girl, I’ve had to confront some unpleasant experiences in this space.  I’d been through much worse when I was an academic advisor at a Christian university. Racism, sexism, harassment, and workplace bullying were sadly norms in that environment. However, some of what I’ve experienced as a Black educator hasn’t been normal … It doesn’t seem normal to be the only Black educator in my department – in a predominantly Black school. One of my Black colleagues once said, “It should look like a Tyler Perry movie in here.” But it doesn’t. It didn’t feel normal being reprimanded in a meeting (during my second year of teaching) by an administrator who went in on...

The Day I Made A Will

When I was a teenager, I remember writing a list of my greatest fears. One of the things I listed was death. Looking back, it was an interesting item to list because inevitably, death is something each of us will face at some point in our lives. Even though it’s no longer a fear of mine, I understand why and how it’s not a comfortable thing for everyone to navigate. But regardless, this past summer I completed a detailed will. I signed it, had witnesses sign it, and got it notarized. As I was getting everything done, one of the witnesses looked at me and said, “You know, it’s just that you’re so young…” I’ve learned that death doesn’t care how young or how old you are. You can be five, fifteen, thirty, or fifty, and it’s still something that happens. Completing my will wasn’t scary. It gave me peace of mind having documentation in place stating my detailed directives and requests. A year ago, I had one of my kidneys removed. It was a surgery that came with risks that were presented cle...

A Taste At Colattao Coffee House

I love checking out new coffee spots. It’s nice to take in a space I haven’t been to before that’s so chill, it makes me want to go back and visit again and again. This is exactly how I felt when I stepped into Colattao Coffee House. The kind customer service, the amazing options, and the aesthetically pleasing décor were everything. The aroma of the freshly grounded coffee beans, along with the sight of their mouth-watering pastries didn’t hurt either. I’ve visited this spot just a few times, and always enjoyed myself, my drinks, and my food. It’s definitely worth the trip. If you’re in the Hampton Roads area and looking for a cool and cozy spot for a solo outing or to meet up with a friend, I highly recommend checking out Colattao Coffee House sometime. You’ll enjoy it!