One of my sisters and I were talking on the phone the other day about the tragic news that fashion designer L’Wren Scott had been found dead in her New York City apartment at the age of 49.
We talked about what the news stories were reporting — that she had used a scarf to hang herself, that she designed such beautiful, beautiful clothes, that she was so glamorous herself and that she was the longtime girlfriend of Mick Jagger of The Rolling Stones.
More importantly, we reiterated to each other that no matter what was happening to us, we would always know that we could call each other in case of a personal trauma. That there should never be the feeling that anything could be so utterly hopeless. That if we found ourselves in a place that made it difficult to reach out that we could depend on each other to intervene and help.
Of course we don’t know L’Wren Scott personally and all that we know about her is what we read in the newspapers and see on television but there was something about her that came through in the pictures taken of her that gave you the feeling that she could be one of your friends and if you did meet her in person you would like her and probably go to lunch with her and have a lot of fun.
The way that her life ended just seemed so incredibly and heartbreakingly sad. The idea of someone being alone, feeling that they were so very alone, desperate for a way to deal with their life at that point and to take their own life brought home how vulnerable we as human beings can be in the midst of our problems and especially how life can sucker punch you when you least expect it. No suicide note was found in her apartment but reports have speculated that she was having financial problems with her business and was possibly as much as $6 million in debt.
Dark thoughts can sometimes creep into our psyche but we have to be on guard to fight them and make sure that they don’t overtake our feelings and actions. We also need to make sure we talk to others about our fears. Suicide is particularly difficult to come to terms with and is much more complicated than the way I am writing about it today but it’s hard to imagine that there wasn’t someone out there who could have helped her; it goes against our instincts to think that suicide is even an option.
We may never know for sure what drove her to that isolated place that day. We live in an highly competitive and fast-paced society that can take a toll on the sensitivities of some of us. I choose to think that if she had confided in someone about her anxieties that they would have offered her a strong and helping hand.
Please rest in peace L’Wren.