Soulbank.org’s first personal story is from an author who prefers to remain anonymous. I have a personal connection to this story, since the person who took her life was a close friend to many important people I know today. She made a huge impact on those who knew her, and I am honored to be able to share this post with you.
Several years ago I was at a friend’s house, in the West San Fernando Valley, for a fourth of July get together. It was a small, sober gathering of several close friends. One was sadly missing as her mother and stepfather hauled her off to Reno that holiday (or boyfriend; I never got that story straight.) Anyhoo… I’m at the party and I see our friend (who was supposed to be in Reno) walk through the house. Plain as day. I told a few people that I had just saw her walk down into the living room and I was a little freaked out. Not as freaked out as I was the next day. I received a phone call, from her roommate at the time, letting me know our friend had decided to take her own life while in Reno. She died the night I saw her in the house. A good friend who was there at the party reminded me of this event recently. I had recently disclosed that I am a paranormal investigator, and he just wanted to remind me that my paranormal experiences were nothing new. I had forgotten about the incident.
Our friend had a tough life. She was, as I look back, suffering from several issues including depression. Her choice sent me into a depression that took almost a decade to overcome. In that time, I too sank deeper and deeper into a serious depression that I was afraid I could not recover from. Each time I thought I was at the end something odd would happen. I would run into our friend’s little brother. I’m not talking sometimes when I felt really low, I’m talking every time. At the lowest points in my life he would pop up. Finally in 2000 I was able to sit down and talk to him about his sister and her final moments. For years I somehow had found comfort in the fact she had the courage to make the ultimate decision. What I learned from her brother was she regretted her decision. She actually said she had made a mistake. By the time she had come to that realization, it was too late.
I think she wanted me to know that if I ever considered taking my own life, I’d be making the wrong decision. I have not seen or heard from him since. I feel her job was completed through him.