I’d like to start by thanking you all for reading and for following this blog over the past year and a bit. I greatly appreciate that you are all still there in spite of my infrequent postings and updates. In the time since I’ve started writing, sure, I’ve been able to attempt to share some of my lows, my downward spirals and ways of negative thinking… But on the whole, I’ve made a lot of progress and I’m still moving forwards. That may not solely rely on the efforts of writing on these pages but I’ve almost always been able to share what’s been going on.
To close this post, I’d like to just say to you all that, regardless of your age, your origin or how you may think and feel inside yourself; you don’t have to suffer alone or in silence. You will always have a choice. I’m not asking you to necessarily reach out to me personally but please do try to reach out to someone. Whether friend or family or not. You can find someone to share with.
Thank you all. Happy Friday for tomorrow and well wishes for the weekend!
Today is World Suicide Prevention Day 2012 and, for others in the UK, I am writing this on Sunday night, with the post scheduled to appear on my blog just before 7am. This is the time that my new working week starts and, to be honest, it’s never something I look forward to. But, this cause and creating its awareness is important to me, as I know and care about someone who sufferers with such devastating thoughts from time to time.
My first contribution to this international day of communion, is to be shared through this poem. I hope I haven’t missed the point or gone off tangent with it. I have experienced suicidal thoughts several times in my life and they still creep up every now and again. I’ve never been entirely serious about following any of them through so, this poem isn’t entirely relevant to that. For sufferers of any mental health issue, we often regard our homes as our one ‘safe place‘; our very own sanctuary from a world that can be full of hurt and pain. In my experience though, home life isn’t always a happy, comfortable place when it’s a space shared with others.
This evening, after work, I aim to write and share a very short story with you. For now, please read the poem I wrote last week:
‘Living with Fear’
When I arrive, you’re sometimes there Sitting, controlling, in your chair This is when I need my space But, home life can be very hard to face
I feel as though I can’t relax As though there’s someone, on my back This is when I feel suppressed Thoughts of eating? I can barely get dressed!
Time has passed but little has changed If only, there was to be a way Where I could live in peace, alone Because, right now, this is not my safe zone.
Thank you for reading all of this and for doing your part to support this cause and to increase awareness. If you know someone who suffers from suicidal thoughts and tendencies, take a moment to remind them that they’re not alone; tell them how much you care; how much they mean to you as a friend, relative or loved one, as I will do today.