Because Words Matter

Greetings dear readers. I didn’t write anything for June despite having promised myself I would write once a month. I’ve since discovered once a month comes around rather quickly! But something happened recently that compelled me to come out of my corner and enter the Qorner.…see what I did there?😏

Here in Barbados we’ve been experiencing an increasing trend in suicide especially amongst young adults. As I write this, yet another life was lost just a few days ago. To say this is worrying seems like such a paltry statement. And it’s not that I think any of the other deaths that don’t happen to be young adults are not equally important. It’s just that as a mother of a young adult it is soul destroying beyond belief to think that a life that has barely begun was not able to find a safe place to exist and just be.

Therin lies the problem. I love Barbados. I love being a child of the Caribbean, it is why after living overseas for 15 years I chose to come back. But, and this is a BIG but, our culture is failing these babies. There is a saying that we have a tendency to “ mek sport offa everyting”. If you fall down in a public place we will laugh first and then look to help you. But we do not seem to understand when to draw the line on a quick tongue and tough love.

I am angry….no, that’s not it…. furious….still not good enough….enraged, that another line of ancestry is gone. I am heartbroken and disappointed that in 2023 we are still burying our heads in the sand. How are we STILL here!!!

At some point most of us will experience despair and hopelessness that seems almost impossible to navigate. In most cases the moment is fleeting, it may last hours, days, weeks or even a few months. But what about those times where problems begin to feel insurmountable and the little voice in our head becomes bigger, louder, telling us there’s nothing we can do, we’re not good enough, smart enough, successful enough….we’re just not enough. Those are the times we need a safe space to say how we are feeling.

Listen, words matter. Here are some of the most prevalent responses I have had people tell me they receive in their time of need:

The Dismisser                 “You young, wuh problems you cud have?”
The Point Scorer             “You tink you got problems!”

The Guilt Trip                   “Tink bout wuh dat wud do to your mother, de kids, ..” Trust me if you’ve already convinced yourself the world will be a better place without you the Guilt Trip will not work!

The Trap                          “You know you can tell me anything”. Say what’s on your mind and watch judgement show up in the listener’s eyes and body language followed by one of the aforementioned comments or worse find out later on, that your confidence has been betrayed.

The Ignorant                    “It’s selfish.” I mean really! They already feel like crap and we rub salt in the wound….unbelievable! The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines selfishness as “seeking or concentrating on one’s own advantage, pleasure, or well-being without regard for others.” Suicide does not and I repeat DOES NOT in any way imaginable, contribute to the well-being of oneself.

I don’t doubt the intention in these misguided comments are sincere, but they are the absolute worst things you could say to someone who has lost hope. We shut them down and so they silently suffer amongst us and swallow their silent screams.

By far one of the most surprising things I have encountered as a developing therapist is the prevalence of suicidal ideation. People we need to wake up! Not talking about it doesn’t make it magically go away. Some will say “But I don’t want to talk them into it” RUBBISH! If they are determined to do it, they will or they will certainly try. Another excuse I hear is “I don’t want them to feel uncomfortable”. I call BULLSHIT! You don’t want to feel uncomfortable. And no, a spa day, a day out wid de fellas or “Pray on it and you will be good” does not make the dark go away.

I am encouraged however by the outpouring of support and the rallying cry of various groups that are stepping forward to help. It seems people are starting to sit up. Is it too little too late? Sigh. We have to start somewhere. So I am still hopeful. Hopeful that the loss of these lost souls will not have been in vain. Hopeful that finally we will have heard the message loud and clear and that the next time someone is on the edge we …YOU….will listen.


You have 1 mouth and 2 ears, use them in that proportion

Epictetus, Greek Philosopher