I’m not one to question anyone’s choices in life. Whether they want to live or die, their life is up to them. I do however wonder the series of events that lead people to choose death over life, especially when they have a disability.
Life with a disability has it’s obvious challenges, yet I’m constantly intrigued by how some people can cope brillianly, and how others simply do not have the will to continue.
One of the first people that comes to mind on this low but-neccessary-to-talk-about topic is Vic Chesnutt. He was a well-known folk singer from Georgia paralyzed in a car accident when his 18. Despite having limited use of his hands, he was able to still play the guitar, and forged an impressive music career. He sold thousands of albums, was recognized by REM and in 2009 he committed suicide, overdosing on muscle relaxants.
And yet….he was always melancholy long before he committed suicide. His songs were known for being sad. That was who we was and everybody expected it from him. I believe he would always have been that way whether he was paralyzed or not. Maybe him committing suicide was inevitable? Perhaps he was just born with one of those brains?
A part of me can’t understand why he was unhappy. “He was able to play the guitar. I would love to be able to play the guitar. He was healthy; sure, he had less than great health insurance, but he was alive and kicking. And he had a wife who loved him.” This is the natural process we all have when we hear about someone we know committing