janelleybean
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I lost my favorite cousin to suicide. Everyone knew that it was inevitable. He battled his own personal demons all his life and attempted suicide many times, but each time he wasn't successful it was a reminder to us how much we loved him and wanted him in our lives. In 2009 he was successful and it forever changed my life. He was my best friend and I miss him every day. It was this story that forever changed my outlook for ANYONE not just those who are suicidal, but everyone. It's called "A jar of Stones"
A Jar of Stones
Excerpt from the book Dying to Be Free
If you filled a quart jar with stones, then held it straight out in front of you, you would find that with each passing moment the jar would seem heavier. The weight of the stones did not change, but your arm would hurt more and more until the pain spread to your shoulder, neck, and back, and became unbearable. Suppose you wish that the people around you to think you are strong enough to hold the jar forever, so when someone talks to you or offers help, you smile and refuse. You pretend everything is fine, even though by now you are in excruciating pain.
Why not allow your friends and family to support your arm or even remove some of those stones from the jar? Would you be ashamed that you could not bear the pain alone? Ashamed that you need help? Ashamed to ask for help?
This is how many suicidal people feel as they scream inwardly for help, but they will neither ask for it nor admit they are hurting. There are many people who would rush to take the jar from you if only they knew that you and your jar of stones were about to crash to the earth.
When I read this I was reminded that you should be kind to everyone only because you never know who is fighting a battle. So, I try to help everyone that I can and try to have a positive attitude and an optimistic outlook. For family and friends that are close to me and know of the story, if ever I need help or someone to talk to, I just tell them that my jar is full. When I see that others are down or having a hard time in their life and need support of others, I remind them that they do not need to carry a full jar, there are others there to help carry their stones and that we're all here for them.
A Jar of Stones
Excerpt from the book Dying to Be Free
If you filled a quart jar with stones, then held it straight out in front of you, you would find that with each passing moment the jar would seem heavier. The weight of the stones did not change, but your arm would hurt more and more until the pain spread to your shoulder, neck, and back, and became unbearable. Suppose you wish that the people around you to think you are strong enough to hold the jar forever, so when someone talks to you or offers help, you smile and refuse. You pretend everything is fine, even though by now you are in excruciating pain.
Why not allow your friends and family to support your arm or even remove some of those stones from the jar? Would you be ashamed that you could not bear the pain alone? Ashamed that you need help? Ashamed to ask for help?
This is how many suicidal people feel as they scream inwardly for help, but they will neither ask for it nor admit they are hurting. There are many people who would rush to take the jar from you if only they knew that you and your jar of stones were about to crash to the earth.
When I read this I was reminded that you should be kind to everyone only because you never know who is fighting a battle. So, I try to help everyone that I can and try to have a positive attitude and an optimistic outlook. For family and friends that are close to me and know of the story, if ever I need help or someone to talk to, I just tell them that my jar is full. When I see that others are down or having a hard time in their life and need support of others, I remind them that they do not need to carry a full jar, there are others there to help carry their stones and that we're all here for them.