In Sociology of Deviant Behavior (yes that is a class) we’ve been discussing a very sensitive and unpleasant fact of life:


While this isn’t part of the normal discussion, there are  few suicidethings that need to be said.

As a society, we seem to attach a certain kind of glamour to suicide.  We make this an attractive alternative to the woes of the world.  We make it beautiful to those that are surround by so much real and perceived ugliness.

We make it an escape, a safety valve for a damaged and beaten soul.

Our young people aren’t fully educated in the effects their words and actions can cause to others, leading to suicide from bullying.  These same young people aren’t fully educated on where to look for help, who will understand them, and who will not judge them for contemplating this path.

The young aren’t the only humans suffering from the disillusion and delusional state.  Men and women, everyday, think that they have nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to, and carry a hopelessness in their hearts deeper and darker than everything else.

Rooting through some old papers from high school unearthed a poem relevant to the topic.  It was inspired by “The Dead Poet’s Society,” a film staring Robin Williams.  Somehow, looking back, that’s terrible and awful in it’s irony. (

The poem will be posted under the name “Broken” as it’s own page on Thursday, since it’s a throw back.  After that it will be moved in under the Early Works tab.

Also, under the Resources tab over the next week, several articles and contact information on suicide prevention and information will be posted for those seeking help.

Please use it if needed, we’ll love you just the same.

—- Sarah

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