Suicide. The (Not So) Silent Killer

Am I the only one who cringes when I hear the preacher say that we should rejoice in our suffering?! I can tell you this…when I’m suffering, rejoicing is definitely not what I feel like doing! I do not enjoy suffering. I prefer to rejoice in comfort and pleasure! Alas, according to Jesus,
as long as we’re here on earth there will be suffering, so we must find ways to cope.

People do many different things to relieve their pain and suffering. Some people are wise and seek The Lord, and/or professional help, others choose to self medicate, with drugs or alcohol. Using illegal drugs would be too scary for me. Prison is way too uncomfortable! Some people punch and scream into a pillow getting out all their frustrations, in a healthy manner, while others choose to scream at, or punch another person. I, personally, like my pillow undisturbed. It’s dented in in just the right place for my head, and punching, or screaming at another person could possibly result in bodily harm! I can’t risk that! Bodily harm is most certainly uncomfortable!Some people will destroy property, by throwing, or smashing things, while others prefer to harm themselves by cutting, or some other form of self mutilation. I can’t stress enough, the fact that I don’t like pain! Cutting myself is not an option. Besides, most of those “coping skills” only make that person who’s doing them miserable, and I sure don’t want to be miserable all alone!

So what do I do, you may ask. I complain! And I don’t mean just a little. I complain a LOT. I complain so much that people just wish I would punched them! Im sure that, I’ve been the reason some people abuse drugs, and/or alcohol, punch other people, smash things, or harm themselves! My complaining could possibly have been what caused my dogs to get into a fight! I can hear it now… Flossie: I’ve heard about all I can stand. How bout we end this once and for all. Maudie: Ok, what’s your plan? Flossie: We could fight! With any luck you’ll kill me, then, Tucker will kill you for killing me! Maudie: Brilliant Flossie! Pure genius! Flossie: Wait! Do dogs go to Heaven?! Maudie: Flossie, where else would we go?! We’re already experiencing pure hell! Flossie: You’re right! Let’s do this! And the rest is history.

Ok. I just stepped on my own toes! I’ve realized that I’m nowhere near thankful enough! I’m hot. I’m cold. This gets on my nerves. I’m fat. I don’t have anything to wear. There’s nothing good to eat around here. I don’t have enough money. I wish I had this or that. My car is old. I hate having our own business. I hate washing clothes. Oh my gosh! Could there be any more dirty dishes?! The clothes hamper is only two feet away! Does anyone else around here NOT know how to clean a toilet? I’m sick of paying bills. My back hurts. My head hurts. I wish I was more appreciated. I could go on and on!

Here’s the deal. For every complaint I listed, I could find something to be thankful for! For instance, what if I didn’t have a husband to throw his underwear on the floor? Or what if I was all alone and there was no one to dirty up the dishes. What if I didn’t have a car, or a home? Oh my gosh! I don’t want to be the cause of my pets making a suicide pact! I want to lift others up, not bring them down! I’m going to try my best not to complain the rest of the day! Ugh! This is going to suck! Oh crap! That was a complaint. Ok, I’m going to try my best not to complain for the next hour. I guess I’ll go, no one else around here’s going to do all that needs doing. Dang it! I did it again! Ok! Ok! I’m going to do my best not to complain for the next five minutes. Thus, from this point on, I will remain silent!

Do everything without complaining and arguing, so that no one can criticize you. Live clean, innocent lives as children of God, shining like bright lights in a world full of crooked and perverse people. Hold firmly to the word of life; then, on the day of Christ’s return, I will be proud that I did not run the race in vain and that my work was not useless. Philippians 2:14-16

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