The fact that I can count how many friends and loved ones I have lost to oblivion is tragic. Regardless of whether that loss is to suicide or addiction, for someone to give up, to refuse to make their dreams a reality and send themselves into nothingness is an irreparable loss, not only to me, but to the world. I always feel a pang of guilt as if I could have said the right things, to make a difference, but I know that many times, people are so surrounded by hopelessness that there is nothing: No light, no color, no hope. I hope that in some way, I can be that voice outside the door.
