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bipolardisorder depression family fathers-day love nonfiction poem suicide

In 2013, my dad passed away. He was diabetic and fell into a sugar coma because he hadn't taken his pills. Later, a note was found and it was revealed that he had committed suicide. 

Today is father's day, and as much as I would like to not think about his death, I can't help it. It wasn't until today that it occurred to me that I can't even remember one father's day that I had spent with him, or where I had given him more than a phone call. It's a regret that I will have to carry for the rest of my life.

To all of you out there having a happy father's day with your family, I'd like to remind you to look at what you have right now. REALLY look. Burn these happy memories into your brain, so that you'll know that you will always have them, even after the people around you are gone.

To all of you out there having a not so great father's day, and to those of you who have always found father's day to be an emptier holiday, I want you to focus on the good things that you DO have. Because I've now learned that when you focus on the things that you're missing, you often miss the things that you've had all along.

Finally, to anyone contemplating suicide. I implore you to seek help before it's too late. Talk to someone. A therapist. A friend. Anyone. For those in the states, the suicide prevention lifeline is always open and there for you if you need it. (1800-273-8255) Things may be bad for you right now, and I can't promise you that things will ever be perfect, but I promise you that things can get better. It may be too late for my Dad, but it's not to late for you.All Rights Reserved

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