I have for the most part a simple life. That is, it’s not complex. It’s mostly mellow. Yes, I deal with depression. I take meds to help cope with it. Yet I feel I don’t have any major accomplishments in life. I haven’t earned any college degrees and I get by month to month with a low paying admin job that I actually enjoy. Aside from work I’m a homebody. I turned 60 and feel like I’m on the cusp of old age. Throughout my life I’ve had suicidal thoughts. But that’s natural. Everyone does from time to time. Yet there’s this force that keeps me going.
Then I read in the news:
“Olympic track cyclist Kelly Catlin, who helped the U.S. women's pursuit team win the silver medal at the Rio de Janeiro Games in 2016, died Friday at her home in California. She was 23.” She took her life by suicide.
The article went on describing this young woman was quite accomplished, earned college degrees and appeared to have a good life.
Little did anyone know that Kelly must have been in terrible emotional pain that caused her to take her own life at such a young age.
It strikes me how many “accomplished” or famous people take their lives. Yet here I am, Joe Average at 60. And I keep going. It’s a strange and sad perspective to me.
I suppose in a nutshell life isn’t meant to make sense. Yet I keep going.
Rest in peace Kelly. If I would have known you personally I would have been there to help heal you from your pain.