A Mile In Her Shoes: How To Say Goodbye To A Friend
- Rachel Huss
- 4 days ago
- 2 min read
Trigger Warning: This piece discusses suicide and mental health struggles. If you or someone you know is struggling, please reach out to a trusted friend, family member, or a mental health professional. You are not alone.
I wrote this a few weeks ago while processing the loss of a college friend. I’ve sat with it for a bit, but I think it’s time to share. . I wasn’t sure when—or if—I would share it, but as the dust settles and the silence lingers, it feels important to speak honestly about grief, mental health, and connection.

Harper Lee said it best: You have no idea what someone is going through unless you walk a mile in their shoes. Even if those shoes look designer, you don’t know if the wearer's feet burdened, back aches, or toes pinched. What looks like a vibrant life could be someone’s personal hell. What seems like a coveted shoe might actually be a medieval torture device. These are the thoughts racing around in my mind. You might wonder—why am I thinking of birds in Alabama?

Recently, one of my college friends passed away from suicide. Her life looked perfect. Her social media showed travel pictures, vibrant colors, and an active social life. She had a great job and lived in a bustling city. She was living the dream that every twenty-something aspires to achieve. Yet no one knew the invisible nightmares that plagued her mind.
I went to college between 2015-2019. It was a great time to be a student. In this pre-pandemic world, beliefs didn't divide people. You did not need to lead a crusade every time someone disagreed with you. The biggest controversy on campus came from a Netflix show.
In 2017, The Netflix show 13 Reasons Why opened the door for young adults to discuss mental health. Its graphic nature showed millions of people the devastating reality of a split-second decision. If life were a chess game, this program showed the power each piece. A minor interaction between a rook, pawn, or bishop could save the player. One conversation could be the lifeline someone didn’t even know they needed. So, what do you do when someone in your orbit dies this way?

I’m not a mental health expert. But, when I heard the news, I felt compelled to reach out—to people I hadn’t spoken to in years. Former classmates with impressive careers and busy lives. We had moved on, but in this moment, we are knocked back in time. The past and present blurred as we mourned the life of someone we used to know.
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