Personal Narrative: Suicide

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Waynesboro, Georgia is my favorite place on Earth. My father is a member of Beaver Dam Hunting Club. We enjoy going to the hunting club every chance we get, it’s our little weekend get a way. While at the hunting club, we obviously hunt a lot. Sitting in a deer stand is my heaven on Earth. Nothing is as peaceful as sitting in a deer stand, I am allowed to sit there and just let my mind run wild and there is absolutely nothing than I enjoy more. This weekend in particular, I was sitting in my favorite stand with so much on my mind. I had recently lost my beloved cousin, Rachel, due to a mental illness that many know as depression. Rachel committed suicide. Rachel wasn’t just my cousin, she was my best friend. I felt helpless and at times I blamed myself for her death. We all have that one person who we can tell our deepest darkest secrets, that one person who knows us better than we know ourselves, person who we admire and look forward to talking to on a daily basis. Rachel was that person for me, she knew things that no one …show more content…

Why did he take her from me? Why did Rachel feel as if suicide was her only escape? This particular weekend I realized that not everyone is blessed with the experiences and the godly family that I have been blessed with. Suicide is a mental disease, I know this, but with God I truly believe you can overcome anything. Rachel didn’t know this, I never shared it with her before. I missed my chance to save Rachel’s life and I will never miss my chance again. My God may be a quiet god, but that’s because he depends on me to share his word and be his voice. Why should I hold back? I realized this during my prayer, I was sitting there blaming God when I could have been helping Rachel all along. I had God by my side, with his help all things are possible, and I just failed to realize it. It was then that I realized it was time for things to change. I decided right then I will no longer be a quiet

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