It’s often said that tragedies could have been prevented had this or that been done, had this been the case and not the other. But once a tragedy has…
It’s often said that tragedies could have been prevented had this or that been done, had this been the case and not the other. But once a tragedy has struck, there is no going back. You cannot turn back as you do on a road, contemplating another path. There is no way to rewrite the events that have occurred, except in the imagination.
A suicide is a tragedy, both in what drives an individual to commit suicide, and the act itself. But most of all it is the aftermath that is most fraught with sadness, loss. To lose one person is to unravel a part of a web. As John Donne wrote in one of his meditations, “No man is an island, entire of itself”.
To one who is already in an irrational state, it is difficult to believe that the loss of their life matters to anyone. To some who have been in so much pain, it may be easy to see that the permanent conclusion outweighs the probable impact their loss of life will have on the people around them.
Sometimes those who have been left behind by their loved ones who have taken their lives are themselves plagued with such thoughts in the aftermath. Why? Because the pain of suicide never ends. The pain of loss is never concluded by death.