Yesterday at work, one of my coworkers told us about a vocational rehabilitation counselor that ended her life this past week. We don’t know the circumstances surrounding her death or her reasons for choosing to leave this world. What we do know is that life is hard. It’s hard for everyone. Whether you are a counselor or someone in counseling or a human being in general (actually I would include animals too), life is hard.
This post isn’t about suicide. I post a lot about suicide for many reasons. The most prevalent reason is that I know I’m not the only one who thinks about it. I may think about suicide more than the average person, but almost everyone has thought about wanting life to end at some point. This post, though, is about hope.
We are all fighting. We are all living hard lives. We all struggle and fail and fall and falter and wish we could do better and be better and live better. But as hard as life is, there is an undeniable beauty in it. There is beauty in our struggling. There is beauty in our brokenness. There is beauty in everything not being okay. It’s beautiful, not because it is attractive or desirable, but because in our brokenness we can understand. We feel more; we hurt more; we cry more. And in that feeling and hurting and crying, we understand something. We understand the pain of life. In this beautiful understanding, we connect.
We connect to others through our struggles because we know the pain that they feel. We don’t understand their exact situation, but we understand the hardness of life. We understand what it’s like to not be okay, and we can choose to be there for that person. That’s what makes it so beautiful. The struggle is beautiful in that we can be broken together. And in being broken together, we can become whole.
“Be kind; everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”