…is what she ended up telling me.
I dropped the kids off at church last Wednesday night for youth group and then had to deliver something to the church office. On the way back through the lobby area, a woman whom I’d met in church before was seated on one of the nice couches. She commented as I walked by, “Sure is hard to wait, isn’t it?” She was referring to waiting for her 18-year-old son while he was at youth group. I didn’t have anything else to do at the time so I stopped to talk for a minute not realizing what I was in for. She told me that normally another friend picks up her son to take him to youth group. She had it all planned that night, method and everything, that after 18 years of suffering, she would take her own life while her son was gone and she was alone. But just before her friend was to pick up her son, he had called and said that he had to leave for a job at 2:00 a.m. and would be able to make it tonight. Her son really wanted to go to youth and she was the only one left to take him so she made the trip.
So there she was alive and well and I was talking to her about her suicide. Her husband had left her and the three boys for another woman some 18 years earlier. She shared that she had been some 280 lbs. at the time (she is about 5’-3"), quite unhealthy, unemployed, and at least one of her sons was special needs. For the sake of her boys (her 18-year-old was the youngest), she decided to raise them to adulthood then commit suicide. Evidently, she had been planning this for a long time and that night was the culmination of 18 years of waiting. There was much more to our 40 minutes of conversation, way too much to make you sift through in this post.
But call the fact that she was alive and well that night divine intervention (easily what I call it), fate, or coincidence, it got me to thinking. I had never really entertained suicidal thoughts for myself so I can’t even comprehend it. But this lady sure made it bright and clear that it was real.
I am on the other side of the world when it comes to psychology. But I was able to offer some advice, things like in the event of suicidal thoughts, immediately change your environment, just like smokers who are trying to quit and do things like smoke with the opposite hand or lay the pack of cigarettes in a different location. It seemed to me that potential suicidees could get sucked into a whirlwind of depression and if they don’t get some outside perspective, they are in danger of hitting the ultimate bottom. So an environmental change would be to get up out of the chair and take a walk outside, change the view, alter the surroundings to help get a fresh or at least different perspective on things. Another thing we talked about (and agreed on) was that suicide was selfish. I asked her who did she think would have found her body. Of course it would have been her son, the only other one living in her home. She hadn’t thought of that and it scared her. So evidently there is a flicker of hope left in her that she still has something to live for.
She told me that I was the only one that she had confided in about her plans for that night. So now I’m sort of caught in a predicament. Someone needs to know in order to help her but I can’t break her confidentiality in me. Breaking a trust might be a bad thing for her in her condition. So I strongly encouraged her to seek council in the pastor and told her that I would be praying for her. She’s afraid that if someone found out about her plans for suicide, they would come in and take her son away. Little bit of circular reasoning there but like I said, I don’t understand a mind in that condition. So as I left, she promised to call the pastor that night when she got home. I told her that I would be specifically looking for her this Sunday morning. Hopefully she’ll be there in one piece.
Sometimes we can get in such a rut of our daily grind that we become oblivious to our surroundings. I am at least thankful to her that she gave me a reason to wake up and take notice for a change.