Rambling

I've seen broken people. I've witnessed all light abandon the eyes of good people. I've watched as their hope shattered into a million pieces at their feet. It makes you wonder why bad things happen to good people. Why isn't love enough sometimes? Tonight I was there as my friend found his mother nearly dead after a suicide attempt. I couldn't imagine what he felt at that exact moment. How his whole world shifted and twisted into the dark. I'd guess he felt betrayed. How could she bear to leave him to pick up the pieces? I can't imagine what she felt either. What demons dwelled inside of her potent enough to make such permanent choice? How lonely were her nights? Did she think the world would be a better place without her? Her pain and suffering became a catalyst for his own. I wish she knew happier times. I wish she could understand how much her son loves her. I watched as she was taken away into the ambulance. I saw the pure anguish in her son's face as he said "suicide attempt". There was no right words to say. There was no possible way to provide him comfort. I yearned to take the pain away from him. I wanted the same for her too. Unfortunately my hands, they have good intent but they are much too small.

I wish I could show people that the sun sometimes burns you, but it can be warm and forgiving as well. I want to heal broken souls and give hope to those who have none. But s**t it is so discouraging when you don't have the right words, the right tools, the right experiences. Maybe this whole thing has given me resolve. No one should have to battle their inner demons on their own. My hands are small but they are all I have.