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.
I have actively tried, very hard to plod on. I have found happy moments, and I now see so much more of the beauty in the world.
You will get tired of being sick. That’s ok. Totally ok. Own it. Take time. Rest. And get back to work.
I always say pain changes you. I am not the person I was yesterday, and tomorrow I will not be the person I am today. It’s moulding me into a better, stronger me.
…every day I decide to live, another person, someone, chooses to die. Their struggle is my struggle, but they have now gone while I still have a chance…
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.
For some of us, it is because we are searching…searching for something, some place that we are not quite sure of or how to get to. And sometimes it is because some of us have never managed to be truly happy.