Right now I do not know what tomorrow holds but I’ve made it till now. I’ve plastered up the cracks and glued together the broken bits. That is a victory. Till the next day.
Some of us I think are prone to revisiting the same dark places. Maybe down to past traumas that stay with us, genes that we inherit or God knows what is responsible. I don’t actually think thoughts of suicide are uncommon.
I pray and I pray so hard, that God will help me to do more than just survive one day at a time. But this is all I can manage now.
*This post has been updated to include training links*
You know that feature on Facebook where it brings up memories from previous years?
Well, it dug up this photo of me, from August 2013.
I took one look at it and remembered. 87967
…we all need play – children and grown ups alike. It is an integral part to our whole selves – to enjoy, to discover, be creative and process life.
I am and will be the ‘Me’ that never was imagined.I am the ‘Me’ that’s emerged from the ashes of pain.
This is a post about nothing really.
I've been getting quieter and quieter.
And I'm sorry.
Since Mama Claire left for the next life I haven't felt quite right. 87927
Dealing with trauma, emotional pain and mental health problems is sometimes like that old wound that never fully heals. At this time of year it can be harder.
despite the stigma and whatever challenges remain, I have never felt stronger or more hopeful. And it is because now I know I am not alone.
by ending the stigma, we will make it safe for people to talk about it. And talking could very well be the first step to saving a life.