My Darkest Hour: Helping Others Find The Light

TRIGGER WARNING: This post talks about the attempted suicide of a teenager. Please be aware and choose wisely before you continue.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255  https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

Heartache

“Sometimes even to live is an act of courage.” -Lucius Annaeus Seneca

“When people kill themselves, they think they’re ending the pain, but all they’re doing is passing it on to those they leave behind.” -Jeannette Walls

“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.” -Juliette Lewis

**I want to start by saying this post is not easy for me to write. My anxiety was triggered by this post multiple times while writing, but I kept coming back around to the feeling that it needs to be shared. Honestly, some of my friends and family are unaware of this and it has been 17 years, but I guess they will find out now. But this post is not just about me. It is so much bigger than me. I pray this reaches someone and makes them, at the very least, reconsider or reach out for help. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. 

depression

It was September 7, 2001, I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was 15 years old and I felt like my life was over. I look back now and I can see that my life was not horrible. I was blessed more than some kids my age. I had a roof over my head, lots of people that loved me, a good relationship with my mom and dad, and I wasn’t being abused in any way. However, we had just moved and my world felt like it had been twisted upside down. I had to quit Varsity cheerleading and leave all my friends behind. We were only moving about an hour away, but I wasn’t driving yet so it wasn’t going to be easy to see my friends on a regular basis. The new school I was attending didn’t have cheerleading and I just felt like an outsider. I never felt like I fit in there.

Like I said it was September 7, 2001, and my family and I had just gotten back from a football game in the town we had just moved from. I was so excited to get to see some of my friends and a friend of my moms even offered to let me move in with her to finish school, but my parents said no. I think seeing everyone that night actually made it harder. I still missed everyone there, but at the same time, I felt like I didn’t fit in there anymore either. I felt lost and defeated. I felt completely alone. I’m a believer in Christ, and with that belief comes the belief in evil. I believe that Satan took advantage of my loneliness and tried to steal me away from God and my family that night. I remember getting back to the house that night, after crying the entire way home, and I went up to my room and I literally hit my knees and prayed, “LORD, take me home. I don’t want to be here anymore.”

prayer kneesLater that night, my mom asked me if I was going to bed and I told her that I was going to stay up a little while and watch TV downstairs in the living room. She has since told me that she wished she would have followed her “mom gut” that night and stayed up with me. She just felt wrong about me staying up alone that night.

After my parents went to bed, I went to the kitchen and got 3 water bottles out of the refrigerator and I climbed on top of the counter and proceeded to pull the Zoloft, Tylenol, and IBProfen out of the medicine cabinet. I remember this night in detail, but it was almost like an out of body experience. It was like I was watching myself from above doing all this and part of me wanted to scream out, “NO! NO! What are you doing?!?! STOP!” I felt robotic. I felt numb. I had made my decision and I was going forward with it. Let me just state, I had not been planning this. This was a split decision that came from a very dark, dark night of loneliness. I went back to the couch in our living room and as I watched Three’s Company on TVLand, I began to take one pill at a time. From there, it begins to get a little foggy, but I remember something very, very clearly. God was watching out for me that night. I remember looking over to the other side of the room, and leaning up against the wall was my grandmother, my step mom’s mother that had recently passed away. She looked at me and shook her finger, almost like she was telling me, “no, Lana. It is not your time yet.”

The next morning, I vaguely remember my mom coming down the stairs, seeing me, and then yelling up the stairs to my dad, “Lana tried to kill herself. Call 911.” I was in and out of consciousness at this point. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to meet the ambulance on the main road because we lived about 10 minutes out of town. Come to find out later on, I must have thrown up during the night at some point, and that was the only thing that saved my life. The doctors said I took enough medicine that I shouldn’t have survived. I do remember getting a tummy ache and feeling very full. I think it was because I drank so much water to get all the pills down, but whatever it was it saved my life.

I won’t go into detail about the next few days. I was in the ICU in San Antonio for a few nights. I will say this, I am loved. I had grandparents from all over Texas drive all night to get to me. I even had a grandpa from Louisiana drive 10 hours to get to the hospital to see me. No one made me feel like I had failed. No one made me feel like I was a disappointment. They slept in chairs in the ICU waiting room and took turns coming in to sit with me through the night because only one person was allowed in at a time. I was reminded that I wasn’t alone, that I was loved, and that no matter what I had a family that would love me unconditionally.

Let Go

How did I heal? Well, strangely enough, my little brother, who was 9 at the time, had a lot to do with my healing process. He and I had always been close growing up and I took solace in that. I slept in his room for the first two or three months after I got out of the hospital. We would stay up and watch movies on nights that he didn’t have to go to school, I would read to him, and we would play make-believe with his cars and horses. I will never forget how my little brother would watch over me, even when I moved back to my room, I would wake up some mornings and he would be curled up at the foot of my bed or on a blanket on the floor next to my bed. To this day we have never talked about my attempted suicide, but he did tell my mom a few weeks after it happened, “Mom, I am so glad my sister didn’t die.” Love really can heal all wounds, especially love from your little brother. 🙂

I stayed home from school for a couple of months, taking part in a home-bound program. I had a teacher come to my house daily and we did my lessons. My mom and I got to spend a lot of time together during those days before I started back to school. We made a point to laugh every day. I started seeing a counselor and open-communication became even more mandatory in our house.

I lived that night because God wasn’t finished with me on earth. A few days after my attempt, my mom told me that her sister and my grandmother had woken up that night and felt like something was wrong and they felt an urgency to say a prayer for me. I truly believe that Satan reached into my darkness and whispered in my ear “this is the only way.” But Satan is a liar and I am here to tell you that God still has the ability to perform miracles and spit in the face of Satan because I am still here today. I vowed from that day forward to do something with my second chance. That is why I am writing this blog. I hope that I can change the life of some lonely child or adult out there that is contemplating taking their own life. Stop for just one moment. Breathe. Ask for help. There is light at the end of the dark tunnel. You can make it through this. You can fight out the darkness. As a parent of two boys, I also want to speak to the parents out there. I can’t imagine losing a child. I asked my parents if I had given any signs. They both, sadly, said I didn’t. I was still smiling. My teachers were shocked because I was “always smiling” at school. My dad did say that you need to remain connected with your children. That sometimes we get caught up in the day to day of trying to provide for our families that we forget to check in with them. Be vigilant of your children if they are dealing with huge changes, like a move. My mom said, “trust your gut.” She felt like something was off that night and she didn’t feel comfortable about me staying up alone to watch TV, even though I did it all the time.

Triumph

According to the CDC website, ” Suicide is the third leading cause of death for youth between the ages of 10 and 24 and results in approximately 4,600 lives lost each year.” Here are some things to look for in your children, according to the CDC website:

  • Thinking or talking about or threatening suicide
  •  Feelings of purposelessness, anxiety, being trapped, or hopeless
  • Withdrawing from people and activities
  • Expressing unusual anger, recklessness, or mood changes

Don’t be afraid to ask for help. This to shall pass. Have faith that you are stronger than the situation you are currently in.

YOU ARE LOVED. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

Send me a message if you ever feel like talking to someone. I will always answer.

“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” John 10:10

You are loved

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255   https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/

35 thoughts on “My Darkest Hour: Helping Others Find The Light

    • Oh, Hun. I am so touched that you read this. I know that it was not easy for you. I had so much anxiety popping up when I was writing this. It took me a long time to get this completed. I had to get to a place where I was ready to hit the publish button. Thank you for reading. It means so much coming from another survivor. Whenever you are ready, let me know, and I would love to read about your survivor story. If you need anything, ever, please let me know. Have a blessed day!

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  1. Ruth Skelley (The Rolling Twenties)

    A very touching and eye opening post. Thank you for being so honest and open. The blog post was beautifully written. Keep raising awareness. You are doing amazing. 😊🌸xxx

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  2. Thank you for posting this – it was not easy to read so I am quite certain it was very difficult to write. I am so happy that you are still with us and making a difference through your writing. Awareness is such a huge part of the problem with depression and mental illness – I so appreciate you putting yourself out there! May G-d bless you and keep you.

    ❌⭕️❌⭕️,

    Misty Ann

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  3. eleanorcatalina1

    Thank You. I’m honestly not too sure what to say – every word truly did touch me in many ways. (You know how, having kindly read my latest blog post too!) I‘m so sorry you went through such a terrible experience, but, I so admire how strong you have become as a result. Thank You again.

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    • You are very welcome. It is a difficult topic, but one that needs to be discussed. Staying quiet is what leads to choices like the one I made and not everyone is as blessed as I was, not everyone gets a second chance. Thank you for taking the time to comment. It means a lot!

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  4. All I can say is wow! Your story is an amazing testimony to how convincing satan can be and of how wonderful God’s love and grace is! This story is there because God wants to use your experience to allow others to see that there is another side to the pain and despair. I believe that because I also lived it and I found that other side!

    I recently shared my story on my blog too. I normally would not put my link in a blog comment but I feel that this time it is appropriate. I tell of my many suicide attempt and my struggle back.
    https://thefrozenmind.com/mind-becomes-enemy-pt1/

    Keep telling your story! It will help more people that your will probably ever know about.

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    • Thank you!! I felt such an urgency to get this post published. God was pushing it on my heart, and not very gently. 🙂 Come to find out a friend of my cousin wrote a suicide note that was found in her school. She is 15, same age as me when I attempted suicide, and the note was found the same day that I posted this. The girl’s grandmother saw this post and shared it with her. God’s plan is greater and bigger than ours. I am grateful that I listened to his push. Thank you for taking the time to comment. This is not an easy topic to discuss but Satan wants us to keep quiet, stay in the dark, because he flourishes in the dark. I will check out your story today. Thank you for sharing it with me. God Bless.

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  5. Thank you for sharing your powerful story. It brought back memories – I also came through a dark period and survived a a suicide attempt when I was a teenager. I still struggle with depression. There are so many individuals who struggle with anxiety and depression, and so many people who do not understand that it is not something that can be controlled. I admire your strength in telling your story so openly.

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  6. milesawayeveryday

    What a beautiful story. Thank you for having the strength to write this AND share it with the world. Everyone should be more aware of suicide and overall mental illness and hopefully it will remind people to help each other more and try to create more moments where you make anyone around you smile. Thanks for inspiring me, Lana!

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  9. madelinelittlejohns

    This must have been so hard to write, but I think it’s amazing that you did it and so important for other people to be able to read it. I personally don’t believe in God, but I think it’s wonderful that you have your faith and that it saw you through this time in your life. x #KCACOLS

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  10. Can I just say, I’m currently on public transport reading this, on my way home. And I got a bit teary eyed. I feel sad for 15-year-old Lana for having gone through something so awful. Loneliness can sometimes cut you off from the rest of the world. But I’m glad that God was with you all throughout that time in your life. Thank you for sharing your story. It inspired me so much and I hope it would inspire any child or teen or adult who’s struggling out there 💙

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    • Awe. Thank you. This is so sweet of you to say. I just feel like it was a story that needed to be shared. It wasn’t easy to write, but I wanted to share it so that I could shed some light on this topic. I think we could safe/help so many more people if we stood up and shared our own stories of survival and the daily fight that we still go through. Staying quiet is not helping the issue of mental health. We hear all the bad endings, I think we need to hear more of the good endings.

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      • I can only imagine how hard it must have been to put one word after another. What you did was truly inspiring and brave. And you’re absolutely right, staying silent means not getting out of your comfort zone and that nothing will change. I’m so at awe of people like you who do the little (but incredibly impactful) things to raise mental health awareness.

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  11. Oh wow. Big big hugs to you lovely. Well done you for sharing this, it will help someone out there!
    Life can be too much sometimes 😦 Bless you lovely.

    Thank you for linking up with #KCACOLS this week. Hope to see you again next week.

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    • Thank you so much! I take this as a huge compliment. I am honored to be included on this post with some other amazing posts with great information. Thank you! And thank you for bringing awarness to such an important topic.

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