It's so sad. I can't imagine what she went through. I was in high school during that time, and it was rough. It's amazing how different things are today, thanks to people like her standing and sharing his story.
This is a poem I wrote that I hope will provide insight to life and situations leading up to suicide. Our Hope to Peace We fight for years sometimes, Yet we find no way To have the hope To make it through another day. We fight and fight the loss Of feeling and believing there’s no hope. We see only an endless void. We lose the strength to cope. We desire to overcome The emptiness of being alone Knowing other are around Who cannot hear our constant moan. We do think of them, realizing the pain We will cause in their heart. But our pain is beyond bearing And to end this pain, we must depart. The pain we cause our loved ones Will at some point be overcome. Our pain will always be each day: We can’t see its ending or even lifting some. It’s the only hope we have: The hopeless hope of being free. We have searched up and down, Finding no meaning that we can see. We’ve exhausted our sources of hope: We have looked high and low. We’ve prayed night and day. We’ve done everything we know. We grasp to life by our fingernails But our grip to hope is about to break. The rope to life we hold on to is frayed; To let go is the only decision to make. The cold and darkness is devastating Yet comforting all the same. No healing or comfort can be seen And no one is to blame. We want peace from the torture Of heart, soul, and mind. Death is the only way out, The only hope to peace we can find. Dennis O. Shepherd
@@NVH-r5vThank you. I hope and trust this helps others to understand at least a little. I used to have what I called fleeting thoughts of suicide. Anywhere from 30-50 + in-one-ear out-the-other every day. This was due to a self-destructive alter-personality in my Dissociative Identity Disorder. That went on almost a decade before faithfulness brought healing.
Thanks for doing these podcasts. Very sad story. praying for peace for all who loved Tyler.
Wasn’t planning on CRYING at 8am. Love yall, big love to Jane
11 for me, but same. I cried at work. She's amazing
Again great video! Such a great story
Thank ya'll so much for sharing the story of Tyler! This is an incredibly powerful podcast! I'm humbled!🫶🤎🌈
It's so sad. I can't imagine what she went through. I was in high school during that time, and it was rough. It's amazing how different things are today, thanks to people like her standing and sharing his story.
I cant believe I haven't heard this story. Me and Tyler would have been one year apart. Much love to his family. God bless you all ❤
So thankful for these stories!! Keep up the good work y’all!!
This is a poem I wrote that I hope will provide insight to life and situations leading up to suicide.
Our Hope to Peace
We fight for years sometimes,
Yet we find no way
To have the hope
To make it through another day.
We fight and fight the loss
Of feeling and believing there’s no hope.
We see only an endless void.
We lose the strength to cope.
We desire to overcome
The emptiness of being alone
Knowing other are around
Who cannot hear our constant moan.
We do think of them, realizing the pain
We will cause in their heart.
But our pain is beyond bearing
And to end this pain, we must depart.
The pain we cause our loved ones
Will at some point be overcome.
Our pain will always be each day:
We can’t see its ending or even lifting some.
It’s the only hope we have:
The hopeless hope of being free.
We have searched up and down,
Finding no meaning that we can see.
We’ve exhausted our sources of hope:
We have looked high and low.
We’ve prayed night and day.
We’ve done everything we know.
We grasp to life by our fingernails
But our grip to hope is about to break.
The rope to life we hold on to is frayed;
To let go is the only decision to make.
The cold and darkness is devastating
Yet comforting all the same.
No healing or comfort can be seen
And no one is to blame.
We want peace from the torture
Of heart, soul, and mind.
Death is the only way out,
The only hope to peace we can find.
Dennis O. Shepherd
Beautiful and so accurate ❤
@@NVH-r5vThank you. I hope and trust this helps others to understand at least a little.
I used to have what I called fleeting thoughts of suicide. Anywhere from 30-50 + in-one-ear out-the-other every day. This was due to a self-destructive alter-personality in my Dissociative Identity Disorder.
That went on almost a decade before faithfulness brought healing.