Emma Bee Bernstein, 23, killed herself.
I didn’t know Emma, didn’t know anything about her until Courtney Martin ran an obit for her at Feministing.
All I could think, upon reading the obit, was, Awww, Jesus.
This is how I know I’m over my own folie a deux with suicide. Before, when I heard or read that someone had killed themselves, I’d be envious. Ah, I’d think, so they managed what I could not. But this time, all I could think was, Awww, Jesus.
Twenty-three. One lifetime. She could plausibly have had three more lifetimes, but chose not to.
What do you say to someone? There’s so much to live for. . . You’re so young. . . Things’ll get better. Not necessarily. Even if you believe it, she won’t.
Would it help to say, There’s no point to life. Live anyway.?
Live anyway. Through it all, live anyway.
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