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Bullying is Digusting, Suicide is not a Joke

I am going to take some time off from writing my novel to address a more pressing issue: the reaction to the suicide attempt in Brunei today.

What I find the most despicable about people on Twitter is that people were making fun of her. This is possibly the least compassionate reaction I’ve ever came across when it comes to an attempt of suicide. You don’t make fun of people who had to go through something like that no matter how ridiculous their reason for doing it is. You help them.

The jokes are a form of bullying. The more bullying there is, the more likelihood that she will attempt to kill herself one day.

I was in that position when I was her age. It wasn’t easy to go through the sick thoughts that went through my head. It wasn’t fun to tolerate the possibilities of death being a better option. I had people helping me, and unfortunately some of the people who helped me then are the same people who made fun of that girl today. And I’ve never been so disappointed in my whole life

Did it occur to you if she did take the leap and die, you wouldn’t be singing the joyful song of mockery you’re singing today? You would feel sorry for her, and then maybe, just maybe, your compassion will finally set in and make you human. Look at the other option that was there for her to take. She was close to dying. It’s easy to say that suicide is a cowardly act, but it’s only easy to say that when you or anyone you ever loved never went down that road.

I feel strongly about this issue because I nearly—very nearly—lost a friend from suicide last week. It took tens of people to convince her not to do it and none worked. We managed to find someone who was able to help her at the very last hour. She is alive now, and no one is making fun of her.

Suicide is not funny. It is never funny.