I read a post titled Ask the Question. Ask the Direct Question by jennymaire4 where she talked about suicide and how to tackle it. I was pushed to ask a question in the comments; Jenny, what do you think instigates suicide? Her reply was thus; Wow, that’s a difficult question. I think it’s different for everyone, and I don’t want to speak for anyone. Getting to a deep, intense, dark depression and feeling completely hopeless.
I resonated with the word ‘hopeless’. You see, hope is all we’ve got in a bleak existence; hope of some afterlife, hope of things getting better, hope of answers to existential questions. Hope is all we have. Take that away from the human being and you’re left with a bag of bones.
Hope is all we have. Take that away from the human being and you’re left with a bag of bones.
About a year ago, a medical doctor in Nigeria suddenly parked his car on the Third Mainland bridge in Lagos, climbed the railings, and jumped into the lagoon. His body was later found after a couple of days. I remember upon hearing this news, I thought, ‘What would make someone park a car on a bridge and jump off the bridge into an obviously scary body of water?’ And I couldn’t find any answers!
Hope is all we have
What makes people commit suicide? What makes the human being want to take his/her own life? We could spin theories all around the place; maybe a terminal illness, maybe a violent threat on life, maybe chronic depression, just name it. But all these cases lead to a single evidence; hopelessness.
Hopelessness is like a dark cloud that fills one’s universe such that there is no point in existing anymore. In contrast, hope is that one thing, that one thread that literally keeps you alive. Without that silver lining, we fall, deep into an abyss we’ve always feared; hopelessness.
There are some days I battle with my existence, I guess this is quite normal for the average human being. And I kind of observe myself down the emotional blackhole. One thing I have come to observe is that no matter how low I get (and trust me, I have gotten as low as low could get) there always seems to be that last drop of hope that springs me back to life like magic; be it some random thought, maybe a change in mindset, something inconsequential.
Sometimes I feel hope is that thing that God or evolution uses to prod us along, just the way a lioness prods her trailing cubs. There is even a passage in the bible that sticks in reference to hope where the rich man looked up to Abraham and cried, “Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.” Just the way water soothes our thirst, that’s the same way hope obliterates depression.
Give someone some hope today, compliment them, smile at them, shake their hands, show them that you care. Drop some hope on the world today.