Is there any wonder they feel empty and depressed and end up with no reason to live?
I was invited to hear the heart wrenching, 6 month speech, after the suicide of an only son who was 16 years old, given by his mother. Very much still grieving and raw, she did a valiant job expressing her grief and efforts to move on forward. This is pretty much the worse scenario, a person can be put in. Her frame of mind, emotional healing, and faith in G-d is remarkable.
So what is my beef all about?
Let me first tell you the way I see it. Can you imagine people enjoying the fun of their life, food galore, drinks to no end, entertainment that is so good it already hurts, and on and on. A few days or weeks later some of the party participants get terrible stomach cramps and maybe one or two die.
At the eulogy and in the hospital where so many are hurting they all reminisce the fun and good times they all had, and as if in a drunken stupor wish for the time they will return back again to all that fun. Not one person ever considers, maybe, just maybe, it was those “good times” that precipitated the deaths and the pain.
This mother went on talking about the advances society has reached where we can talk openly on TV of ED. Mental illness has become accepted and so has being ADD. High school children talk openly of taking their meds which is a good thing in her opinion, and medical marijuana becoming legal. This mother mentioned how we must thank our lucky stars for the recognition in “our time” that homosexuality is a state of being, like cancer. (I don’t think she intended what this comparison could be interpreted to mean.)
She was against the stigma that goes along with suicide, and therefore insisted it should be mentioned in his obituary. It was Ok for him to choose, his own path to heaven. ( I have no idea what that means.) The mother lamented the stigma that goes along with mental illness and mentioned the many other parents who offered their condolences by sharing with her the fact that their own loved ones also took their own lives, but asked her not to share that with others.
She knew her son had depression issues and made every effort to address that, but he had a loving girlfriend. He was always the life of every party. This mother was happy that although she was six months estranged from her husband, he was there in protective mode when this terrible tragedy took place.
Now, take all that the mother said, while both lamenting and ruminating her current condition, from the mouth of an upper middle class woman, with the example I gave earlier.
Not everything done at the party is or was harmful. However, when the whole picture comes together which is pretty much the lifestyle of middle class children, is there any wonder why many times the party ends abruptly with pain and heartache?
And, this is the lifestyle promoted by our society. This is normal!!
How about growing up in a home where children see loving parents who are an example of getting along together. Parents who live a life that show children, when possible more than one child, what it means to live a life with a higher purpose, more than (for the most part) just self-gratification.
How about children, who leave the distraction and many times rejection and heartache of girlfriends for later on in life and focus more of personal growth, so they will have the knowledge and tools to deal with those types of relationships, in its proper time.
How about children who are protected from the violence and immorality of a corrupt and degenerate television and are inculcated with the knowledge of a higher existence and a G-d that is worshiped, more than just money and fun. Every good deed matters, every day matters. Our choices have consequences and we have a moral code that has worked for thousands of years.
While these children have trips around the world and all kinds of fun imaginable, they grow up in an empty debauched environment. Full of mental, emotional, and spiritual emptiness and worse. Is there any wonder they feel empty and depressed and end up with no reason to live?
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