Being alive doesn't necessarily mean happiness.
I'm indebted to you.
This is the mother who lost her 17-year-old daughter to suicide. I lived safely on the 49th, found a job, and started going outside to work.
I can now talk about my daughter normally even when I meet someone.
I also have a son, and from now on I will live until the end of my life while doing memorial services for my daughter,
When I met my daughter, I thought I'd do my best to be able to say, “Mom, I've lived this life since then.”
I also thought for myself that I would definitely be able to get back on my feet like this.
I went to school to pick up my daughter's personal belongings last weekend. Textbooks, class notes written by my daughter the day before she passed away, and the results of the last mock test she took.
The mock test had the best results so far. My daughter must have been very happy to see it.
“How are you, you did your best!” I think he bragged about it with a happy face.
I wish I had watched it and then passed away...
Then, suddenly, if I don't go to my daughter's place, I have to go quickly for her.
I was obsessed with that thought. Until now, there have been times when I wish I had died in the morning, but I didn't think about dying myself.
I feel a rush of impulses that even my son won't be a stopper.
As for my daughter, she said, “Being alive isn't necessarily happiness; there are people who are easier when they die.” I was told such words.
Somehow that applies to me right now. It's easier to die, but we have to live.
We must not inflict further suffering on the families left behind.
Is there any other reason? Please tell me if there is anything that can be a stopper when I want to die.
One more thing in my daughter's notebook
“Are we holding hands with God? Are you going to join hands with that teaching?
It said, “I don't know which one it is.”
Could you tell me about that too? Please go ahead.
