Not sure I’ll ever understand suicide.
I mean, of course I understand the emotional heaviness, the absolute despair, the certainty that nothing will ever get better and that there is no hope. I’ve been there. I know.
But even though I get it, it still hits me so hard when someone I know ends her own life. And this seems to happen more in the entertainment industry than in other circles. Seems to. Not sure.
What is there to say? Other than, “I’ll keep her family in my thoughts, as they heal.”
It’s just so hard.
And it’s so easy for me to say, “She had so much to live for. She was so loved. She had no idea how special she was.”
Since that’s easy for me to say, now that she’s gone, I need to make sure I say that more often to those who are here.
Oh, everyone. We are all so loved. So, so, so much more loved than we probably ever would expect.
Let’s please know that.
Especially when things get dark or hopeless.
There’s so very much to live for.
Rest in peace, Natasha.
Good night, sweetness.