By Jamie Taylor
I intentionally use the phrase “died by suicide” rather than “committed suicide.” Emily was not someone who would have intentionally chosen to leave behind her two young daughters and a life filled with potential. To say she “committed” suicide feels akin to suggesting that someone chose to lapse into a diabetic coma. Our brains, just like any other organ, can fall ill, and that reality is often stigmatized.
I want to change that narrative. Emily struggled with mental illness, and society often overlooks the plight of those dealing with such issues. Instead of compassion, they are labeled as “crazy” or “addicts,” failing to see the humanity beneath the surface. Emily was a victim of her own mind and a system that couldn’t provide the help she needed.
From the moment I met her at the age of 14, Emily stood out with her radiant intelligence and towering 6’3” frame. She had a tough exterior, masking her inner vulnerability. I remember her battles with depression during our teenage years. In her twenties, with the help of therapy, she bravely transitioned off her medication, relying on yoga and meditation to cope with her symptoms.
When Emily had her first daughter at 26, I recall discussing postpartum depression and formulating a plan to address any signs. Thankfully, her experience was relatively smooth, and those early years with her daughter were joyful and active. Our friendship flourished during that time, as we navigated the challenges of motherhood and careers together.
However, five years later, when she welcomed her second child, the situation took a turn. Despite her initial excitement, postpartum depression set in, and she was coping with a separation from her partner. As she grew more distant, I struggled to reach her.
One year before her passing, I found myself at her home with friends, urging her to seek help at a hospital. We knew that if we mentioned mental health, she would resist. Unfortunately, Emily managed to convince us that she only needed rest, claiming that she was merely “exhausted.” My heart sank. She was in denial about her depression, and I felt powerless.
Almost a year later, Emily was gone. Our communication had dwindled to social media interactions, and I wished I had done more to reach out. If she had contacted me, I would have reassured her with a simple yet powerful phrase that now resonates through a non-profit established by a mutual friend: “You are important. You matter to me. I know things feel overwhelming right now, but they can improve. Let me help you.”
You are important. You matter. You matter.
I cherish the memory of Emily. If you or someone you know is struggling, I encourage you to seek help. For more information on this critical topic, you can explore resources like Healthline’s guide on intrauterine insemination and Fertility Booster for Men, which provide valuable insights.
Summary
The loss of my friend Emily, who died by suicide, has profoundly impacted my understanding of mental health. It highlights the importance of reaching out and communicating the message that everyone matters, especially during tough times. If you or someone you know needs support, please seek help.
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