Walking, stop, scoll, laugh, make a totally cheecky political comment to “break the tension” on social media with a bit of humour, scroll again, pause, I see it, it’s heartbreaking. Twitter can be a very dangerous place, it can make you or it can break you. The social media network is a public hub, for direct critique, support and free expression. There was a chance for the social network to be used for something good, but we lost that chance two days ago; An opportunity that is now retroactive, an opportunity we will never get back.
Earlier today during my seemingly robotic, repetitive routine, I scrolled through my twitter feed, while trying to tame my usual pugnancious nature. Tweet after tweet with some of the most radical views, ignored, as I had a laugh at a few humourous ones. Approximately 5 minutes in, I came across a retweet, that included 2 pictures and a caption. In my haste, I did not read the *entire* caption because of the positioning of the tweet. This is what I saw:
“Parents listen to your kids” were the first and only words I saw at the time. I read the tweet pictured in the image, and my first thought was “maybe I could help”.I found her profile and followed her. One scroll of her profile and it was very clear to me that this was a very emotionally traumautized girl. A girl screaming for help but nobody seemed to come to her aid, she was someone we could not afford to be insular to.
I was happy that I found her and planned to “Direct Message” her upon seeing her next tweet. I saw an opportunity to build a relationship with someone who needed help and be someone who could bear her burdens, but, unfortunately, time is a forward constant, I was late, way too late. It didn’t take long for me to scroll through my feed again and reread the initial tweet that guided me to her profile. It was only then I read the entire caption:
I don’t know this girl, I have never spoken to this girl, but seeing this tweet sent me into such a state of denial about her demise even I was confused about why it hit me so hard. With a bit of reflection I believe it’s because of the manner in which I came across her profile, thinking that I would be there to help but then later to find out she had already committed suicide. It was gut wrenching.
Lexi Williams was a 16 year old girl, from North Carolina that seemed like a really sweet kid. Her twitter feed tells a heartbreaking story about her ups and downs, friends, family and her demise.This girl told a story on a public platform about her depression and how it was affected her but nobody helped, and I’m assuming nobody saw it.
According to the American Foundation for suicide prevention, suicide is the 10th leading cause for death in the United States. The reason I am writing this piece is because there are many more Lexis out there, with suicidal thoughts. I don’t want her to just be another victim of depression and public neglect. I am not going to speculate on what the cause of her depression was, I am not going to cast blame. I am going to do my part, to make sure her death was not in vain. Lexi Williams will make a difference, she mattered, her life mattered , she meant something and you do too.
If you are reading this, and you’ve been down on your luck, you feel worthless, like nobody cares, just remember that no matter what you are going through that we all have a unique trait, we all have a destiny to fulfill and you like I, are extremely special and worth the appreciation. Not just from everybody else but most importantly ourselves . Self appreciation is something to take pride in. Don’t be tight lipped in your struggle, speak to people around you, and if you feel like nobody is listening and nobody cares just know that I do, and I’m always open for a conversation. You are not alone. Don’t do it for anyone but yourself, because without you the world would be completely different, it would be incomplete. You are an important piece to a large puzzle.
To all readers, do not bystand in times of need don’t not condone neglect, bullism, and ignore depression. We all have an obligation to protect each other. Sometimes a few kind words can go a long way, take note of tolerance levels and never make it your intention to degrade or humiliate. Maybe this post is pointless, perhaps it’s naive to think that a blog post can make a difference. But, I have to try. If one person is helped, it is worth it. Lexi, and her story will have an impact, one way or the other.