When we ask you, our Aerie fam, what’s important to you, mental health issues are always top of mind. We’re proud to start that conversation today with Ashley Prout McAvey’s story, one of strength, honesty and compassion following her older brother’s suicide.

Read Ashley’s story below, then see some essential resources that she recommends, as well as supportive ways to get help if you or anyone you know may be struggling.  

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On April 9, 2016, my beautiful brother and dearest friend, Ian Uppercu Prout, ended his life. From that point on, my life, and my family’s, was split into two distinct periods: before April 9 and after April 9.

Ian was two years older than me. My big brother. We shared a room when we were little, and when I was three I was afraid of the dark, so every night I would say to him, “Brudy, turn around and look at me. Keep your eyes open.” I knew if he was watching me, protecting me from the dark, I would have nothing to fear. He dutifully rolled his weary five-year-old body toward me and he would watch me until I fell asleep— every night. That was just the beginning. He grew into the most handsome, generous, kind, funny brother in the world. He owned a successful sports car driving business, and he held five track records at the most prominent race car tracks in the country. He had a wonderful girlfriend, amazing friends, an incredible home, a niece and nephew who adored him. And he had me, the proudest sister in the world, and my Mom and Dad, who gave both of us—in equal measure—love, support, and every opportunity imaginable.

In spite of all this, Ian’s desire to keep it all together, and perhaps to not burden us with any of his struggles, became too much. His last act was not selfish. It was desperate. Suicide is not selfish. It is desperate. This revelation changed everything for me, and what happened in the days and weeks following Ian’s death was, for me, the biggest shift in perspective I’ve ever had in my life.

The pain of that finality, that physical loss, cannot be put into words. The deeper layer suicide survivors face—the questions—are haunting, particularly when the beautiful soul who perishes expended vast amounts of energy to keep their struggles so well hidden, as was the case with Ian. For those of us who remained, the questions came relentlessly: When did Ian’s pain begin? When was the first time he thought suicide was an answer? How could we have not seen the degree to which he was hurting? Why didn’t he let us try to help him? How in the world could he think that we would be ok without him?

Several years ago, there was a suicide near our family. I distinctly remember talking to Ian about it. I was deeply saddened for the family and I also recall repeatedly saying, “But how selfish!” Ian didn’t respond and he didn’t argue with me. He was just quiet, perhaps being careful to keep his own inner struggles to himself. Or maybe he didn’t want to defend this desperate soul because if he did, I might start questioning him. Or maybe his silence acknowledged the often-accepted platitude in our society—the fallacy—that suicide is selfish; that it is someone else’s problem; that it is something one does to their loved ones. This could not be further from the truth. I now realize that the only selfish one in that conversation was me.

Before April 9, I did think suicide was selfish. I thought it was for “other people”— people with obvious problems that surely their loved ones could have easily picked up on. I thought, “How sad for them.” I thought, “Thank God that will never be me.” How wrong I was.

The questions swirl and swirl, and while immeasurable pain remains, I have achieved some peace in the realization that despite his inner turmoil, Ian knew how deeply he was loved, and we knew how deeply he loved us in return. It is that simple. To quiet the questions, I have found peace in this reality. To do something with my pain, however, I will shine a desperately needed spotlight on mental health and suicide awareness and suicide prevention. No one should die by suicide; no one should have to live with the pain of having a loved one lost to suicide.

Getting the conversation started, without stigma, is critical. Suicide is currently the tenth leading cause of death in the United States. Ninety percent of those who end their lives suffer from a mental health condition (most often depression), and often, as was the case with Ian, it is undiagnosed. Suicide is the second leading cause of death for people aged 15-34. Just as someone is never ashamed of battling cancer, we absolutely must not be ashamed as we battle depression or mental illness, in any of its forms.

Since April 9, 2016, I have been grateful to have many platforms to broadcast my message of hope— television, radio, newspaper, Out of the Darkness Walks benefiting the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, an Ignite (mini TED) talk, helping to bring Deconstructing Stigma to the Burlington International Airport, delivering testimony at the Vermont State House, and getting certified in the Vermont Suicide Prevention Center’s Umatter suicide prevention training and taking Ian’s story and my message of empowerment to middle schoolers in Vermont. I am also tremendously proud of my 11-year-old daughter, Elle, Ian’s beloved niece. Elle has taken it upon herself to honor her uncle through art and action in her middle school. Elle created two beautiful art pieces that have been posted on her blog through the Young Writers Project and she spoke to hundreds of people of all ages at the 2018 Burlington Out of the Darkness Suicide Prevention walk benefiting the AFSP. As a middle school student, Elle is working hard to make sure that people her age get help when they need it and that everyone knows there is hope and that we all have to help each other. She also works to raise awareness by making sure language around mental health and suicide prevention is always helpful, not hurtful.

When Ian made the decision to end his life on Earth, he gave us a clarity about suicide that otherwise we never would have had. And with this gift comes the responsibility to speak and to act and to affect change. I know that we can grace this world with a wave of compassion, research, and advocacy to save others and to spare their families the absolute devastation that we as survivors know all too well. We can do this for our loved ones gone too soon and for ourselves. There is no more beautiful way to honor those we have lost. No more beautiful way to be sure that their suffering was not empty—that it was not meaningless. Indeed, it is their suffering that fuels us to act and it is their suffering that will ultimately be life-saving for others.

To anyone who is suffering, I say emphatically that you are not alone and you are not frail, you are not crazy, you are not broken. You are a human who has needs that have not been met. And whether it is a chemical imbalance in your brain or other natural psychological needs that are not being met (feeling like you belong, that you are valued by friends and family, that your life has purpose, that you feel you have a future on this planet) or a combination of the two, none of this is your fault. You are part of the human experience and above everything else, there can be no shame at all in whatever is going on in your mind, body, and soul. You did not ask for this. No one asks to live with a deep depression or addiction, with a palpable pain. No one asks to be confused by their life’s path or to feel a pain so profound that it feels as though that pain is oozing out of them or that they have a heavy boulder on their chest. No one should feel that the only way to end their pain is death. What a terrifying and horrible way to live— the only thing worse would be to be feeling these things alone, in isolation, in shame, all the while feeling hopeless. Perhaps those who end their lives are, as a friend said to me hours after Ian passed, too beautiful for this world, too sensitive for this world. If this is the case, let us make it perfectly clear that we are even more so looking out for each other. Let’s look for signs, known as co-morbidity factors, such as substance abuse, mental illnesses, eating disorders, and addictions. Let us look for these signs, and most of all let us ask the question: Are you ok? Are you thinking about suicide? We cannot be afraid to put these questions out there, clear as day. And particularly to those who suffer silently: You will never be a burden to me. You are so precious to us. You are not alone. There is no shame in being human. Most of all, let us remind them that in sharing their burden, they will be trusting us to help them, and that is a gift to all of us. More than a gift, it is their obligation to ask for help. And for anyone who is suffering, while none of this is your fault, it is up to you to take care of yourself, to ask for help, to get help, and to know deep in your soul that it will get better. It is then our obligation as a society to be there with open arms, without judgement, and with a promise that it will get better— and that we will stand by them every second until it does. We are in this together. And, together, we will create a world without suicide.

I share the following resources as they provide excellent information to help you or anyone suffering. The three websites have a tremendous amount of information dealing with prevention, education, and hope for those affected by suicide so that we truly can create a world without suicide. These resources provide the tools we all need to be an intelligent and proactive society—and they remind us that no one should be hurting in isolation. You are not alone and you must ask for help:

Here are some ways to get involved in mental health and suicide prevention efforts. There are over 400 Out of the Darkness walks benefiting the AFSP and the feeling of hope and togetherness at these walks is palpable. If you prefer to ride a bike for mental health, check out the following charity bike ride started by a friend of my brother’s and mine in honor of his son who suffered from mental illness. And look in your community for talks such as my Ignite Talk—and if there isn’t one, create your own event to get the conversation started! 

Last, it’s important to remember that language matters and words can inadvertently perpetuate stigma, shame, hurt, and the epidemic that is suicide. Please be aware of what you say and how you say it and when you hear someone speaking in a way that continues the shame and darkness, take a second, embrace the two seconds of awkwardness, and say something. You have no idea how much you will be helping my mission when you do so! 

  • Instead of “committed suicide”: Say….. “died by suicide” or “ended their life.” A person commits a sin, a crime, perjury— there is the implication of “fault” with the word “commit”. No one should ever feel it is their “fault” when dealing with depression or any form of mental illness.
  • Instead of a “successful suicide”: Say…. “took their own life”
  • Instead of “I could kill myself!”: Say… ”I am really mad that I…..”
  • And speak up when you hear hurtful language!

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We are so grateful to Ashley for sharing her story.

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  1. Scott Cowden

    I met Ian first in 2013 through his business, the Sports Car Driving Association, and he was everything his sister Ashley said he was, & more. He was funny & smart & laid back & easy to know. He was a phenomenal race car driver, racking up wins and setting track records up all over the Eastern US. He was also a big kid at heart, never turning down a good chance to do something silly. He was a guy who could show that he had stones of steel racing for the win at Watkins Glen (and winning!), and then show off doing long, extended wheelies down the yard in his neighborhood on his ATV…(see again, Big Kid…hahahaha!!) He also loved his family, & that was very obvious. Ian Prout was…..a Guy's Guy. Someone you gravitated to, not because he was loud & obnoxious, or a class clown, but because he was NOT all those things.

    He was as real a person as you could ever want to meet. He was a very successful businessman, he was a very successful race car driver, he was very youthful in spirit, and he had Hollywood Leading Man good looks. (Seriously, he did, right out of central casting). Ian was the guy that you wanted to hang out with after the race & have a beer with & talk car stuff. You got to know him, and inside you thought; "How awesome is it to be him?? He's got it all!!"

    And then, the Saturday afternoon of April 9th, 2016 came, 10 days after his 44th birthday, and what it brought, nobody saw coming. No. Body. I've experienced the death of a friend, and the death of a close family member, and while hard, they've been understandable. Illness, old age, etc. You had a warning, you had signs, you knew it was coming. While that all still sucks, it makes it easier to handle as time passes, as it is the way of things.

    Suicide hits those around it in the chest like a sledgehammer, and you almost never see it coming. That was this. He didn't share his pains with anyone. Not family, not friends….nobody. He hid it so well that to this very day, all of us still ask "What happened? I didn't see any signs of this anywhere." We can only guess as to what troubled him so much that he felt this was the only answer. And that's heart breakingly sad, because he had sooooooooo much to live for. His family, his wonderful niece & nephew, his friends, his passion for racing & cars. I wonder if he truly knew how much he was loved, and by how many? I loved him. And I miss him greatly. Ian was one of the people in life that I wanted to genuinely know, and that circle for me, is small. His loss was like a family member to me. I am fortunate that I've been embraced by his family as we all share the same feelings of love & loss for him, and that helps. His sister Ashley, as you can see here, has taken on this quest of Suicide Awareness, and she has been, and will continue to be, relentless in her mission to bring Suicide out of the darkness and into the light of day, so that people can be helped, for it affects not just the victim, but it creates ripples far & wide beyond them. If we can stop that rock from hitting the water, many more than that one life will have been saved.

    1. Ashley McAvey

      Scott Cowden, once again the beauty and depth and truth of your resplendent words bring tears to my eyes. Thank you so much for getting Ian, getting me, and getting this mission of mine. And your last line is brilliant. Thank you for being so important to Ian and to all of us. We love you!

  2. Ann Irr Dagle, The Brian Dagle Foundation

    Ashley-
    Your words about your beautiful brother, his life, and his loss, took my breath away. It's strange that we have never met, yet, I know you so well. It is though our unimaginable tragedies that we are friends from the heart. Keep sharing your story. You and Ian are making a difference.

    1. Ashley McAvey

      Thank you so much, Ann. Your kind words mean so much to me and you and Brian are making a difference, too. A huge, glorious one. Thank you and love to you both, always.

  3. Monica gibson

    Thank you for your story on your brother and your fight to make suicide awareness.it is so heartbreaking of those who lost a love one by suicide. I am a mother of a son my youngest child who on March 12th 2017 died by suicide. There are no words that will ever take away a heart that was torn in two and the emptiness that words will never fill my life.
    I am grateful for a group support that helps all of us to talk about our loss,I went to my first walk in the summer of 2019 and how taken I was to see so many people to walk for a lost a love one. I am proud of my son and will do my best to help those who suffer and if I can help one person who ,struggles to turn to the help that is there then I will feel that I was doing it in the honor of my son. Thank you for fight to make suicide awareness to everyone .

    1. Ashley McAvey

      Thank you so much, Monica, and I am deeply sorry for your impossible loss. I know without a doubt that you ARE making a difference and I know how very proud of you your beloved son is. I also now fight for him– and will keep him too along with my brother in my heart through all of my various avenues of activism. Love and light to you.

  4. Heidi Swan

    What a moving and impactful article. It made me rethink some ideas I have about suicide. Thank you, Ashley, for sharing this powerful story. Your brother's experiences are being used to help others.

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