BeepBeepBeepBeep...
It’s 7 o’clock on a cold Monday morning. The alarm pierces
through you. Your covers are so inviting; the shrill beeping of your
alarm clock as well as the world outside your bedroom is not. Your
fingers crave to depress one large button which would serve as the
solution to all of life’s present anguish: snooze. But for some,
there is no magic button. There is no relief from a feeling of bleakness
in life. We’ve all had those moments when we don’t want
to get out of bed, when we don’t want to face the world outside.
But most of us find these sentiments alleviated after a good, strong
cup of coffee (all right, maybe a pot of coffee) or a chat with a
friend on the way to work or class. But for many Americans, simply
carrying out their day is like fighting a losing battle against their
own mentality.
Surprisingly, depression and suicide are growing problems among
teenagers and young adults; those who, it would seem, have the most
to seek from life. Perhaps ignorance is the reason why the rise
of such problems has gone unchecked for so long. High schools and
college campuses are mini-worlds operating in a subtext all their
own. These times are supposed to be the “glory days.”
For the most part, we see the superficial exterior, but there is
a hidden side, a dark one, and this dark side is growing.
***
Kyle was a well-liked athlete from my high school. I knew him as
the quiet guy who I’d pass in the cafeteria or watch at a
wrestling match amid cheers of enthusiasm. One day I found out from
a friend that Kyle had been missing all day and into the night,
after leaving his house alone with a shotgun (not so unusual an
occurrence in my backwoods, hunting-avid town). I calmly dismissed
my friends’ worried comments...suicide? In our town? But the
next morning, eerily quiet hallways and the lack of eye contact
in my usually bustling high school recalled the previous night’s
conversation. A crackling announcement on the PA system confirmed
the worst. Kyle had been found, early that morning, dead by his
own hand.
***
I found myself unnaturally affected by Kyle’s death, as I
cried with friends who had known him much more intimately than I
had. Why could I not stop tears from flowing about a boy I had barely
known? Teachers tried to impart their wisdom in cliché phrases
associated with tragedy: Death is a natural part of life, there’s
nothing anyone could have done, imagine the pain he must have been
in—that’s over now. Yet I failed to see anything natural
about a 16-year-old, with over a half century left in their natural
life, losing all hope in the world. I didn’t see how one extreme
act could end all the anguish he must have felt. I didn’t
know it at the time, but such cases are far from unusual. Two years
later, in college, it touched me again.
***
I knew Danielle as my older brother’s girlfriend. Just the
fact that my picky brother had stayed with one girl for over a month
told me there must be something special about this one. Danielle
seemed perfect: a pre-med major, athletic, friendly, and pretty.
She was the kind of person who can’t help themself from singing
out loud. The first time we met her, she brought my mom flowers
and Godiva chocolates. We got snowed in together and compared stories
about our eccentric families. She was part of the family, enough
said
Weeks later, I gravitated between shock and disbelief when I received
my brother’s message, “Danielle is in the hospital;
Danielle is sick.” Although he wouldn’t talk more about
it at the time, I later learned that Danielle had been battling
with depression for quite a while. She had attempted to kill herself.
It’s true that life is under no obligation to follow our expectations,
but how could I have not been aware of suffering to that extent?
***
Needing answers, I spoke with Dr. Keith King, assistant professor
of Health Promotion and Education at the University of Cincinnati.
He has researched and published extensively on youth suicide prevention.
Dr. King told me that, since the 1950’s, while the suicide
rate for the overall public remained stable, the suicide rate among
teens has more than tripled. In his own words, “We are truly
facing an epidemic.”
Currently, suicide is the second leading cause of death among individuals
between the ages of 15 to 19. What’s even more frightening
is the fact that for every teen suicide completion approximately
100-200 attempts are made. Those are the facts, but I still had
so many questions in mind, like, why is this happening? Dr. King
explained that, based on most professional literature and research,
teens face a variety of stressors unique to their own age, while
lacking the experience, maturity and coping skills to adequately
deal with such stressors.
A sense of family and peer connectedness is critical in preventing
teen suicide. King says, “Family and friends can help prevent
suicide by building positive connections with youth and by knowing
the risk factors and warning signs to adolescent suicide.”
These behavioral warning signs include acting depressed, being isolated,
being alienated, giving away cherished possessions, becoming withdrawn,
changes in behavior and the use of drugs and alcohol. Verbal warning
signs include talking excessively about death and suicide or threatening
suicide. Dr. King feels that suicide is unquestionably preventable
if people become more educated on mental health issues. He says,
“Know the warning signs and build positive connections. More
than 80% of youths who attempt suicide will offer warning signs.”
Dr. King also believes that most of the public does not feel comfortable
dealing with mental health issues. People would often rather not
discuss such issues and pretend that they don’t exist. “Many
who are depressed will not seek treatment because they fear being
stigmatized as ‘crazy’ or ‘loony.’”
Perhaps this is why so many people don’t speak out, but carry
on in silence, until their pain becomes too much for them and death
seems a likely answer.
Another sort of alarm should be going off in your head, a different
sort of wake-up call. It should be saying there is nothing wrong
with needing help, nothing offensive about reaching out to support
someone. But now the power that had the ability to pull you out
of a warm bed is asking not to be ignored. The spark that drives
you is there for a reason. Use it.
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