Vacation
You can see some of the highlights from our vacation here. We had a really good time, it was very relaxing and fun, and it was just plain nice to get away from day to day life for a little while!
Getting in my last minute submission for this month’s Carnival Against Child Abuse, on the subject of memorials. Memory is a weird subject for abuse survivors. Some of us struggle to even remember the details of what happened, while others remain obsessed and haunted by every little detail. The one thing that all of us…
Pin It was the stories. It was all of those people doing this in memory of someone they lost. Or, like me, in memory of the fact that we are still here instead of leaving others to tell our stories. In our day to day lives, it’s too easy to forget how many people are impacted by suicide each and every year across the country, and the world. The further in time I get away from that time in my own life, the easier it can be to put it behind me and forget about it. But, that is something I never want to do. As painful as it is, I want to remember what it was like to no longer want to be alive. When someone is in that place, I want to be able to say, “I’ve been where you are”, to recall all of the details, and be able to sit and understand. Because that is how we save people. Not by talking in hushed tones about depression, or mental illness, but by sharing the stories of people who survived and healed, and of those we’ve lost.
Let’s face it, if you spend much time considering those losses, and listening to those stories, it is impossible to walk away without realizing that we have lost a devastating number of people to this disease. Many more than some of the diseases we all gladly talk openly about every day. Yet somehow, maybe because we don’t understand it, or are afraid of it, we keep silent. After all, it might make someone uncomfortable. Even I have, at times, kept the details to myself in fear of making other people uncomfortable, or risk having them worry about me. The more I read and heard these stories though, the more I realized that I needed to share my story, if only so that anyone who reads it would know, and maybe even understand a little bit, what it’s like to be so far down into the darkness of depression, that you don’t want to live any longer. So, with that said, let me share my experience with you, now that it’s been some 25 years, and maybe now people won’t worry so much about me. (Warning, this is about to get dark, and we will talk a bit about suicide, though I will keep those exact details out)
Pin Each year, around the Thanksgiving Holiday in the US, I try and write something about thankfulness and remind survivors that no matter what, we all have something to be thankful for, even if it’s just that we are still here, surviving, with hope for the future. This year, however, I’ve been struggling with the idea,…
Tonight when I went to see my massage therapist, as usual, she asked me how my body felt and what sort of tension I was feeling. I responded that I really felt pretty good. I’d been so busy with work that I haven’t had time to wear myself out with any sort of physical activity,…
Just an update to the goal of getting in better physical shape in 2006. After 3 weeks of regular workouts I was somewhat disappointed to find that I had only lost 4 pounds. I was hoping the wieght loss would be a little more than that, but then I remembered what the goal was, it…
Pin As we come to the end of another year many of us, myself included, look back at 2017 and recount the places we’ve been, the people we met, what we accomplished, what we didn’t, the people we’ve lost and start to plan to make 2018 even better. There’s nothing wrong with that, quiet reflection is…
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