It has been three years since my cousin, Harper, died by suicide at age 14. She would be starting college this fall.
I was in Florida with Mom and Dad and Rebel, visiting family, including Harper’s parents, and even spoke on the phone with Harper the night before she died.
We learned later that she had mapped out the night she would die, she had unstrung her violin, she had said farewell to her Instagram personas.
The depression lied too loudly.
And now we grieve.
If depression is lying to you, please get help.
I wish, I so strongly wish, that Harper had asked for help.
I wish I had been able to tell her about some of the dark valleys I have gone through.
I wish that I could have shared her burden, so that her load would not have been so heavy.
We journey in grief after losing her to depression. The lies can sound so much like truth.
If you need help, call me. Or call the Suicide Prevention Lifeline, a resource that has people who are trained to help, available at all times.
I wish Harper was still here. I want you to still be here. I pray that whatever valleys you are facing, that you ask for someone to walk with you, to lend a hand, to shine a light in the darkness.
You don’t have to do this by yourself.