07/09/2025
โ ๏ธ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ข๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ก๐๐ฆ๐๐ฌ
๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ช๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐: ๐๐น๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ง๐ผ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฝ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฆ๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ
๐๐ณ๐ต๐ช๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐บ ๐๐ข๐ค๐ข๐ฏฬ๐ข
๐ ๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ
Liliana, a college student, carries a burden she never asked for, hidden behind every laugh. Today is Su***de Prevention Monthโand she is just trying to survive another day.
While scrolling through her phone, Radiohead's song Let Down appeared in her feedโa song about fragility and the yearning to grow wings. โ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ....โ she whispers, then laughs. But her voice breaks, betraying the ache she has been holding all along.
๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ญ
Victims are told to stay silentโthat talking about su***de is taboo. Attempting it is already a crime, as if society was never the cause. Based on Philstarโs data, almost 2,000 su***de cases were recorded from January to June 2025.
Liliana stares at her beige ceiling, its edges lined with dust. Wondering. Doubting. Hoping. How many of them ever wondered why discussing what they were going through was considered immoral, while being treated unfairly was dismissed as โjust how life goesโ?
They grew wings, but chose to fall. They stayed in their chrysalis, not because they couldnโt flyโbut because flying hurt more than dying. She cut off her thoughts. โ๐๐ข๐บ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ฐ '๐ต๐ฐ, ๐ช๐ฌ๐ข๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ข.โ
๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ค๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฌ
That night, she couldnโt sleep. She was drowning in thoughts, lost in sorrow. โ๐๐ข๐บ๐ข ๐ฌ๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข '๐ต๐ฐ?โ she whispered. Hesitating, yet certain. She didnโt want to suffer anymoreโbut was this the only way?
She planned, took the rope from the cabinet and the chair from downstairs. Every step she took, every breath she drew, felt like feathers plucked from her wingsโfeathers she wasnโt even sure she had. She tried to convince herself: you canโt miss what you never hadโbut sometimes, you long for what should have been yours.
She remembered a recent study: su***de is among the top three causes of death worldwide. โ๐๐บ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฎ๐ข ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฏ,,โ she said, collapsing to the floor.
Slowly, she stood and looked at herself in the full-length mirror by the chair. Messy. Chaotic. Suicidal. She didnโt want to stand anymore. But she still did.
๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ง๐
Liliana stood in front of the full-length mirror, messy, chaotic, suicidalโbut still standing. Her reflection was a tangle of despair and determination, a fragile reminder that she had not yet let go.
Suddenly, her phone rang. It was her family.
โ๐๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ข๐ฏ๐ข, ๐ฌ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐ข ๐ฌ๐ข ๐ฏ๐ข?โ her motherโs voice asked, warm and concerned.
Her heart skipped. Words faltered on her lips. She swallowed, trying to mask the storm inside. โ๐๐ฌ๐ข๐บ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฑ๐ฐ, ๐๐ข,โ she whispered, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her.
Talking. Even this small conversation was a lifeline. According to the World Health Organization, over 700,000 people die by su***de every year, making it one of the leading causes of death globallyโyet reaching out, even in small ways, can make a life-changing difference.
Liliana listened as her family spokeโabout their day, little jokes, reminders to eat, to rest. Each word, each care, tied to her wings, helping her remember she wasnโt alone. She realized that surviving wasnโt just about holding on for herselfโit was about letting others hold on to her too.
She hung up, took a deep breath, and allowed herself to feel: messy, scared, yet still standing. And for the first time in a long while, her wings didnโt feel entirely plucked.
๐ ๐
๐ฅ๐๐ฐ
Liliana opened her window to the night air. The breeze felt like a soft reminder that she was still here, still breathing, still choosing to continue.
She remembered the rope, the chair, the darkness that had nearly claimed her. But she also remembered the callโher familyโs voices, warm and insistent, tethering her to life.
Slowly, she began to unpack the weight she had carried for so long. Each thought she faced, each tear she shed, became a feather she reclaimed. They werenโt perfect wingsโnot yetโbut they were hers.
According to the Department of Health, mental health support and timely intervention can significantly reduce su***de risk, showing that even small stepsโtalking, listening, reaching outโcan save lives.
Liliana reached out to her pocket, pulling her phone out. The song Let Down by Radiohead stumbled in her feed again. But this time it's different. โ๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ. ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฃ๐ช๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ถ๐ต๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง๐ง."
This Su***de Prevention Month, her story reminds us that hope can grow even from the darkest moments. ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐จ. ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐, ๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ค๐ ๐๐ฃ, ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ.
๐๐๐ ๐จ๐ข๐๐ก๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐. ๐ผ๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ข๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ, ๐จ๐๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ฌ: ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ.
