Meg s Story

Charleston, SC USA


“I woke up the morning of November 17, 2015 to my best friend banging on my door at 7AM. When I opened the door and saw her face, I knew something was wrong. She had been crying, her eyes showed pure terror, and the only words she could seem to get out of her mouth were ‘You need to call your mom.’ I kept asking her questions, but that was the only response I could get.

I called my mom, and her friend answered. She told me that my brother Kelly had ‘been in an accident,’ and whenever they knew more they would let me know. So then, I called my dad. I will never forget his trembling voice when he said the words, ‘You need to come home. Kelly hung himself last night, and he didn’t make it.’

Right then and there, I fell to the ground. How could this have happened? Kelly was my best friend, and seemed to be the happiest, most outgoing person I knew. The hardest part for me was trying to understand it all. No one knew he had been going through any type of struggles.

He didn’t leave a note, he didn’t have any sort of signs beforehand that would have lead us to believe that he was depressed in any way. All that my family, his friends, and me are left with now are unanswered questions, memories, and the most unbelievable grief I could have ever fathomed.

I would give everything to go back to that night and assure him how much better our world is with him in it. I would tell him that there is no hardship, no struggle, and no situation that is greater or more precious than his life here on Earth. I sometimes wonder if he could see now all the people who are changed forever since he left, if he would rethink his decision.

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem, and I wish everyday that he could have realized that his problems were just that: temporary. I miss him so much it hurts, and I will continue to miss him and to feel that hurt until the day we finally meet again.”