We are the voice of insanity- functioning within a cycle of repetitiveness. We flap our little flippers in hopes we never drown by the hand of a child we love.
When mental illness meets addiction, death happens.
I have long been on the fence regarding support networks. I attended some that only brought me down, and others with so little accountability, you can't rely on their process as support. I appreciate the current group I am meeting with as we are using a specific workbook written for mental health.
Tonight I remember Amy Bleuel, founder of Project Semicolon. She was the voice for many. Her encouragement and dedication to the fight against suicide was empowering.
She grew tired and lost her battle. On this night, I get it.
And hope ablaze
In a broken daze..
The shell of the former
Emptied of bliss
Lost in danger from
Suicide doesn't end the pain, the mental war, the fear, or the sadness; it ends your breathing and your life and transfers your pain to someone else.
...when you reflect compassion in this wisdom, when you love yourself in your own imperfections, when you love and accept others in theirs, you will find peace.
Thoughts of suicide remain part of my battle. They may be here to the end. I am at peace with that. Equipped for the fight, I no longer fear.
The chains that held my heart The gallows that cut my mind The poison that ran my veins Darkness rendered blind
Not today Satan.