I wrote a post last February about a connection I had with Vincent Van Gogh. I recently learned that in July 1890, at the age of 37, his depression caused him to shoot himself in the chest with a revolver and he died 29 hours later from the infection. His last words to his younger brother Theo were The sadness will last forever.
How profound. It has been reported by physicians dealing with near death experiences that people returning from a suicide attempt recall an intense hell, while others recall a comforting white light and loved ones waiting for them.
I believe this is true and I feel really bad when I see people taking their own lives. It’s also where Vincent and I part ways. I love life and I take no drugs to convince me otherwise. Now Christmas on the other hand…
