By Mark Antony Rossi
What secret sorrow does the average person carry forth in their daily lives? Is there a conversation going on that suddenly stops? And why does a rope have to be the only answer?
These are the questions that rattle my brain when I secretly inquire if the face I am receiving is real or just put on for the general public. How does a person finish an interesting conversation with me and then ran off at night into the arms of death?
It may be not lying or a variation on deception. Perhaps these people have become skilled in social compartmentalization. That internal division might work for decades until some grand realization hits them that their unhappiness is still stubbornly present.
I know this is speculation but it’s all I have to satisfy curiosity. Like most writers I am not a naturally happy person but I never thought suicide was a solution. If anything it’s a permanent change of subject. And I’m too damn pigheaded to let you or myself off the hook.
There are myriad opinions from dozens of religious texts on the final status of suicide souls. I’d like to believe they won’t be met with moral judgment but rather compassionate understanding. After all they only harmed themselves for reasons to do with a very painful existence.
No matter how you approach the evil twins of depression and self-destruction you are taken to one place. A type of foundation that starts the debilitating process of secrecy and eventual surrender. That place is called Silence. The willful withholding of searing knowledge produces the cascade that pours into a dark recess in the psyche of our family members and friends who inexplicably expire right before our eyes.
Writing therapy. Group therapy. Art therapy. Something to upend the silence and force a bridge of communication. Something to pull them out of the darkness long enough to see tomorrow is worth a stay of execution. It’s not an answer. But it’s a start.
About the Author: Mark Antony Rossi is a poet, playwright and author of the bioethics volume “Dark Tech” now available from Amazon. His most recent plays have been produced in Liverpool and New York.
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