I told the truth in my sisterâ€™s obituary, so that others might choose to live
Marlene Breverman stashed this in Mental Health
By the time I sat down to write my sisterâ€™s obituary I knew that the opening line could only be one thing: Aletha Meyer Pinnow, 31, of Duluth (formerly of Oswego and Chicago, IL) died from depression and suicide on February 20, 2016.
The most alone I have ever felt was standing on my front porch on a chilly February evening. My sister had taped a note to the front door that said â€śEleni, if youâ€™re the first one here donâ€™t go in the basement. Just call 911. I donâ€™t want you to see me like this. I love you! Love, Aletha.â€ť
She put an identical sign on the back door. Â Even in the midst of consuming depression, Aletha tried to protect me from the full horror of her suicide.
After what seemed like an eternity, the police officers told me plainly, â€śAletha is dead.â€ť What followed that stark statement was a sudden moment of lucidity in which only one thing mattered: the truth.
I had to be honest. I had to tell the truth.
It must be so hard to deal with the pain of the truth here. So sad.Â
"Depression lies" is as powerful a statement Â as "It gets better." Â