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Good morning. Woke up this fine Saturday at 5:00 am and this was my first read. Fine and truthfull words Marley.

My youngest brother tried to commit suicide when he was 27. He slit his wrists. We had no idea - no idea whatsoever - that he was depressed. Thankfully he did not die and our journey learning what depression was began. Pain - I learned that he felt physical pain. He didn’t “look” sad so we had no clue that his sadness was interior. We did not see the signs. He seeked help and took the anti-depressants and got better. Sadly, he died at 29 while sky diving with a group. The last jumper was not very experienced and crashed into my brother and he fell without opening his shute. My brother was unconscious because of the hit. He didn’t have the emergency shute because he told me that they didn’t like them because sometimes they would open without you wanting and get tangled with the main shute. He was an avid sky diver. Because of his death they passed a law here that you have to have the emergency shute. I was pregnant with my fifth son when this happened. A week after he died I woke up with pneumonia and was bedridden for three weeks. I always thought I got sick because of the pain and sadness I felt because of his passing.

My eldest son died when he was 27. He lived in Miami and ended up in Mercy Hospital. I was lucky that in that hospital there was a priest that had an office there and this priest was also a psychologist. He was fantastic and a source of comfort during my time there. After my son died he told me to come by his office. During that visit he said something that has been for ever burned into my brain. He said that the pain I am feeling and will continue to experience is a pain that is felt because there was love. And that was okay. That pain is proof of love. Where I had to be careful was with sadness because it was an emotion and through it comes depression. He wanted to make sure that I distinguished between the two of them. And I am glad he did because it helped me immensely.

And yes Marley, only through faith - ONLY - can we find any meaning in our suffering. My mother had two of my siblings die while she was still alive. And she always said that she didn’t know how people managed life without any faith. And you are correct to state that we all will have crosses to bear at many points in our lives. Hopefully these crosses will bring us closer to Christ.

Thank you Marley for this Substack. I always enjoy your writings.

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