A boy lost his friend over a year ago. He had to attend a funeral at the age of 14. While everybody was excited about starting High School and the new adventures approaching, his friend had decided to pull a trigger and end his life. At the age of fourteen, Trevor felt a ton of bricks on his chest and lost one of his closest friends. One bullet ended the relationship between him and his friend. One bullet. Gone. There would not longer be any soccer practices together, no after practices, no hang outs, no orange slices to be shared. Gone. He didn’t see it coming, but at the same time he did. Trevor knew he was sad but couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t talk to him. Fourteen year olds don’t talk about death, suicide, depression, they talk about pizza and video games. But why? Why don’t they? Why can’t they? Why is this society so fucked up with stigma and judgement that we don’t talk about these issues. We don’t make it culturally acceptable for us to ask for help. We’ve been fed up with the thought of being this in-destructive, resilient race of human beings who do not need of others, we don’t need other people’s help, we should be able to do everything on our own. Want to know the truth? That’s bullshit. We need others. We need help. We need a community that will allow for fourteen year olds to seek help, to talk about their issues, to not be alone. We need this so bad. Because no fourteen year old should never have to attend his friend’s funeral. Not at that age, not due to suicide. Because he will never play soccer with his friend again, they won’t go to prom together, they would not apply to college together, or study for the SATs, and hate AP classes together. They won’t have a chance to do that. Suicide took his friend away. Suicide took Trevor’s friend away. But it won’t take Trevor’s life away, suicide won’t win this time. Because, unlike Trevor’s friend, Trevor has learned that he cannot be replaced.
that’s where the healing begins.
Kid in my lit class
Simple yet very true.
numbers don’t define you.
your weight doesn’t define you.
your height doesn’t define you.
your grades don’t define you.
your test scores don’t define you.
your salary doesn’t define you.
your parents’ salary doesn’t define you.
your number of sexual partners doesn’t define you.