Make Every Minute Count

She couldn’t be saved and we didn’t know until it was too late. Angela had ended her life.

Just like that, my best friend was gone in the blink of an eye. It made me think about the reasons why I had thoughts about ending my own life. Ever since middle school, I’d been hearing lies. Ugly. Fat. Stupid. Not only did I hear them – I took them to heart which caused me to develop and eating disorder and depression. These things became my reality and molded my identity. I thought that if everyone was saying these things, it must be true. But now I know this reality wasn’t real. Now I see the truth. I ask myself why I tried to end my own life twice? I had what I needed, or so I thought, good friends and a supportive family. Still, there was an emptiness there. There was a hole and I didn’t know what I was missing. It wasn’t until I lost Angela that I came to recognize that life is a gift that should not be taken for granted.

Even in her passing, Angela continues to teach me about life. Our time here is limited, so we should make every minute count.