The tragic story of a helper
Every year, in may, I must hold on to my friends to prevent me from falling into deep depression, the reason divides into three- May 8th, May 9th and May 10th.
it all starts when I was 15, almost 16 (about 8 years ago), with a girl named Kaylee... she was from Melbourne, moved to Israel with her parents because of her dad's work, she was about my age.. I met her at a shopping center, we started talking, instant chemistry, I asked her to show her around, she asked her parents and came with me. she became my gf, and 4 months later, her dad had to go back to Australia. we were young and didn't want to give up on something so good, so we decided on a long distance relationship.. we skyped every day and every night, and it seemed to be working fine. her "sweet 16" was on May 10th, and I had planned to surprise her in Australia.. on May 8th she wrote me an email, saying she will always love me, but it's too hard and she can't take it anymore.. later that day I found out she had committed suicide shortly after sending that email, her older brother called me a killer and told me to never set foot in Australia.. of course I canceled that surprise flight.. that's May 8th..
a year later, May 9th, a friend of a friend had a party at his place 'cause his parents were in Europe, my friends wanted me to join them but I was too depressed.. 3 friends of mine went to that party.. on their way back (it was early morning of May 10th), a drunk truck driver drove a red light and crashed the side of their car, all three and the older brother of one (who was driving) died on the spot.. that's May 10th..
I won't elaborate on my childhood before that, let's just say I was a nerd, picked on and bullied throughout my childhood, only reason I managed to cope with it all, and with both tragedies, was a girl named Maya, she was my BFF from around the age of 11.. she cheered me up, she stopped me mentally and sometimes even physically from hurting myself or others.. she even got me dating again after Kaylee's death.. Maya took better care of me than anyone did, but she didn't take any care of herself. her moto in life was Carpe Diem quam minimum credula postero (which is latin for "seize the day, count as little as possible on tomorrow's coming", the ancient latin version of YOLO). two months after the car crash, Maya was diagnosed with 4 types of cancer, all in severe aggressive stages, doctor said with chemotherapy and surgery, she will live for another two years.. he was wrong.. a year later, May 9th, she had a sudden worsening in her condition and died in her hospital bed.. That's May 9th..
After all the effort Maya put in keeping me alive, and because she meant so much to me, after her death i decided to never fall that far down again, I started working on loving myself and life and I chose to live through whatever else the world wants to make me deal with. I started "The listeners project" which is basically like Instawell except I was the only helper there. Later on i found Instawell and joined the helpers group. later in life I decided to stop smoking, avoid all drugs, and started writing my first book, which is a novel based on my biography and life events.
That's my story, I've been through a lot, and yet I'm standing strong, my life turned for the best- i have friends (which i didn't really have), i have a girlfriend for almost 4 years, and I'm a 24 yo with a book in the process, living proof that life is a roller-coaster, so don't let the downs get you down! Stay strong because it will get better!
during the writing of the book I came across project semicolon, which Is a society of people who've dealt with suicidal thoughts or had someone close to them commit suicide, it's basically a metaphor on life: a semicolon is used when the author could have finished the sentence but chose not to..