Tonight my blog was not written by me, it was written by my beautiful friend Lauren. Me and Lauren go all the way back to Kindergarten and she has been my best friend ever since I knew what those were. This picture is us at my senior prom and I have got to say we were the best looking couple of the bunch. I wanted to get Lauren's story out there because it's one that I couldn't personally relate to but it's one that maybe some of you have gone through. The soul purpose of my blog is to reach out to people and give them stories that they can relate to and give them hope or a sense of relief. I hope some of you get something out of this! So here is Lauren's story!
"The last thing that ever crosses any
typical teenagers mind is having your family slowly decrease in size. The last
thing that anyone ever wants to happen is letting the people that mean most to
you, slip right out of your life. Death is a weird and confusing concept. It’s
hard to understand when you’ve never experienced it. It’s hard to see the
purpose of it when everyone you’ve come into contact with is living. When you
have someone who is your better half, your partner in crime, you role model,
and everything you aspire to be, you expect that person to be there your entire
life, because where else can they go?
I am the youngest of three siblings,
two of which have a 7-10 year age gap from me, the other, 15 months. Already
you can speculate that one would obviously have a closer bond with the sibling
who is closer in age. My sister, Courtney, and I did absolutely everything
together. We weren’t the typical sisters, we didn’t fight or try and strangle
each other, we actually enjoyed being around one another. We chose to hangout
together, we chose to include each other when we were with our other friends.
Wherever one went, the other was sure to follow. We never thought of each other
as tag-alongs or the annoying sibling. We were best friends by choice, not just
because we were related.
Courtney struggled to fit in since she
began school at the young age of 4. She was put in all of the regular classes,
with the normal students but it always took her a little bit longer to
comprehend what was going on in. She tried as hard as she could to be like her
peers, especially when the hormones started to kick in. She wanted so badly to
feel like she belonged, but the other kids wanted no part of that. pre-teens
can be the most vicious people, they found every little weakness Courtney had
and magnified it. They never let her forget that they didn’t think she was one
of them. Her ears were a little too big… “dumbo” she was tall and skinny…
“anorexic.” These kids found every thing they could to make sure her life in
school wasn’t a pleasant one. However, the amazing thing about Courtney is that
she smiled at those kids every single day. She constantly treated them with
respect and always gave them the time of day. She didn’t belittle them the way
they did her. She was above them, but they didn’t want to magnify that.
After years and years of bullying, it
broke through her tough exterior. She began to believe the lies they told her
every single day. She began to feel as though she really wasn’t worth anything.
The only outlet she found that was relieving to her was cutting. No amount of
drugs or rehab, though, could help this girl. At the young age of 16, Courtney
finally decided that she had had enough, she couldn’t handle the pain and
depression any longer. She committed suicide on April 22, 2009 when I was only
a freshman in high school. Finding any good in her death was not a quest I was
willing to take. However, after about 5 months of hating myself and everyone
else for doing this to her, I found that the best way for me to ever be okay
with it, was to help those who were struggling with it. All of the people who
teased her finally opened their eyes and saw what all of those years of
pointless taunting had done to her. Finally saw what effect those mean words
can have on someone. It’s so awful that it took the death of a beautiful soul
for people to see all of the hurt and suffering they had caused. The world is
an ugly place. People pay no mind to the meaning of their words; they’re just
worried about will benefit them...usually by the expense of another. She
allowed herself to be the butt of everyone’s jokes because she didn’t want them
to feel the same pain as her. In honor of her effortless caring to everyone she
met, I befriended the people who never gave her the time of day. I sat there
with those ugly individuals while they cried their eyes out because of how much
they missed her. I believe that everyone deserves a second chance, courtney
believed that too. She knew exactly what she was doing when she decided to leave
us. She knew that it would have to take her death in order to change the views
of everyone in our small town. She changed a lot of people’s lives both when
she was alive and after her death. I promise her every day that I will continue
her positivity towards everyone. I will give everyone a chance, even if they
don’t deserve it, because life is too short to be cruel to someone. You never
know if those mean, ugly words you said to someone will be the last thing they
hear from you...and then you’re going to have to live with that. When someone
dies, you lose every chance you had to make things right with him/her. Do you
really want to live with yourself, knowing that you did everything in your
power to make sure that an individual was unhappy, or knowing that you did
everything in your power to help turn someone’s life around for the better. For
me, I’d rather put a smile on someone’s face than make them cry themselves to
sleep that night. Even though I lost the best person I have ever met, she has
given me so much strength and the desire to be a better person. Life is too
short to be mean, it’s way easier to love people. One of the biggest things I
have learned, through all of this is that there is always a reason for why
things happen. We may not see it right away or even want to, but years later,
events serve a purpose. Courtney’s death has served a lot of purposes, a lot of
which I am still uncovering, but her life also had a purpose. Everyone’s life
has a purpose, but it’s up to you whether you choose to see it or not."