Let me tell you what happens when you commit suicide.
Before doing it, you will make up your mind. Nothing will make sense to you.
But you see the moment it hits…….
Ahhhh!!!!!
The instinct to survive will take over. You will panic. You will struggle. You will desperately wish to be rescued. But you've locked your door. You've chosen to do it where help cannot be reached.
Your last moments will be filled with regrets. Pain you couldn't fathom. You could wish you had the chance to change the situation, but it will be too late.
After some hours or days, people will realize that you had died and you took your life. They will avoid your body like a plague. People wouldn't want to be accused of killing you. Even the person who loved you the most will not touch you until the police arrive.
It won't end the pain the way people imagined. It will transfer it. It multiplies it. It lingers.
Your absence becomes the loudest thing in every room you once occupied. Your name is spoken in hushed tones. Death by suicide makes people uncomfortable, and that discomfort follows your body, your story, and your family.
For a moment, you will trend. Your pictures circulate. Old posts are reshared. People write captions filled with regret and affection—words they never said when you were alive. Some will swear they loved you deeply. Others will claim they “saw the signs.”
They will use you to grow their page, engagements, and get paid by Meta.
Your mother and siblings are shattered in ways language cannot hold. Your father and relatives with a silence that never leaves them. The person you loved or the one who loved you replays every conversation, every missed call, every argument.
The ex who never treated you right will cry. Not because they suddenly understand you, but so people will think they cared about you.
That your wicked uncle will rejoice over your demise. He will sip wine over your grave.
Your life becomes a lesson.
Your name becomes a warning.
Your story is used to tell others, “Don’t do this.”
You are referenced in conversations about mental health, pain, and prevention long after you needed that care yourself.
And the cruelest part???
You don’t get to see how much your absence hurts.
You don’t get to see who would have shown up if you had stayed for the next 2minutes.
If you are still here, this is your sign to STAY.
Talk. Reach out. Rest if you must, but do not disappear.
Your life is not a lesson.
Your life is the point.
Reach Out for Help (Nigeria & Global)
If you are in Nigeria:
- Emergency: Call 112
- Mentally Aware Nigeria Initiative (MANI): https://mentallyaware.org
- Suicide Prevention Initiative in Nigeria (SURPIN): https://surpin.org
If you are outside Nigeria:
- Find local helplines here: https://findahelpline.com
- In the U.S. & Canada: Call or text 988
Talking to someone does not make you weak.
It means you are still choosing life.
And that choice matters more than you know.
#SayNotoSuicide.
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