So, I just finished reading the book 13 Reasons Why by Jay Asher. Not bad for a teen novel about such a sad subject.
SPOILERS!!!! If you don’t want them, don’t continue this post.
So, the book is about a girl who committed suicide and leaves 13 stories as to what led her to do so. Everything from rumors, lies, rape, drinking and betrayal enter into the mix. Her first kiss becomes a rumor of lies that’s she’s a bad girl. Reputation in ruins and humiliation. Shame on you, Justin. Alex made a survey that stated the poor gal had a great ass, which led to another student groping her ass, as if he had a right to touch her without her permission to begin with. Jessica and her were friends of a sort and became enemies with a fight included. Tyler was a peeper, with a camera to boot and there is nothing even remotely cool about a stalker!! Courtney, butter wouldn’t melt in this girls mouth and even though she approaches you with the guise of friendship, she’s a liar and user, even if she’s so kind and sweet. Ah, Marcus, a guy who thought it was okay to grope a girl, in public, and got so upset when she pushed him away and he fell on the floor. Didn’t find it funny, Marcus? Aw…poor baby. Zach, Zach, Zach….when all a girl needed was a bit of encouragement in a time of crisis, you stole it from her and let the darkness descend even further over her soul. And the fact that you KNEW, well, that’s rich. Ryan, the poet, the writer, the guy who stole her poem, letting the world know of her sadness – anonymously. Then there is Clay. Ah, Clay. They all stole her from you, didn’t they? The only innocent one of the 13. All you tried to do is date your crush and she was so far gone by the time you kissed her, you wound up losing it all. Justin came back on the scene the night of Clay’s kiss and allowed Bryce to rape Courtney at a party, while she was passed out cold. Hey, bro’s before ho’s, right Justin? PIGS! Oh, Jenny, who offered her a ride home only to plow into a stop sign knocking it down. Who knew that not 15 minutes later, someone would die because of your hit and run? And finally, Mr. Porter, Guidance Counselor of the Year! Your sad, broken, suicidal student comes to you in pain and in need of help and you tell her to basically get over it and move one, so she does. She swallows the pills, she ends her life, she moves on, just like you told her to do.
Signs were everywhere. Changing her look. Giving away her possessions. Withdrawing from friends. So many signs and so little attention given to her as she spiraled out of control.
In this world, there are a million things that are going to go wrong every day! EVERY DAY! It is always darkest before the dawn. Believe me, I know what that is like. I know what it is like to want to end your suffering. But for me, THIS IS NOT AN OPTION!
There is nothing so devastating that ending your life is the answer. Suicide leaves behind loved ones who have to live with the guilt. It leaves behind unanswered questions. It leaves behind a world that is not better because you are gone. Life is not easy. Struggle is in everything. You cannot allow another person to take your joy, your happiness. Find someone, anyone who will listen to you. If one person doesn’t find another. Don’t ever give up!
For the last 25 years, I’ve suffered from Trigeminal Neuralgia, a.k.a. “The Suicide Disease”. It is listed in medical books as the most painful disease in the world. I’m still here, still fighting. I have PTSD with depression and days so black I want to close my eyes forever. I don’t. I have been beaten by and cheated on by the man I thought was my everything. I’m still here. I have buried my best friend after a long bought with liver disease. I’m still here. My parents should NEVER have had children due to their hate filled existences; but I am still here. I have been raped. I have been molested. I have watched my world crumble too many times to count and I AM STILL HERE!
I beg of you, please, don’t let someone else dull your sparkle. Don’t let this world beat you. YOU ARE SPECIAL. YOU ARE LOVED.
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