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Just a note to you this Sunday evening

There will be someone somewhere this Sunday evening struggling with their mental health.

Depression, anxiety, suicidal feelings – whatever it may be there will be so many people right now struggling.

I wanted to out out a short post. Just a little note from me to you. YOU sitting there right now struggling, feeling hopeless, worthless, like there is nothing left to do, no where left to go.

This is for you.

To tell you that I know it hurts feeling this way. I know it might feel like you’ve tried everything. Nothing is making this any better. That it can’t get any better. I know how much this hurts and the depths of these feelings because I have been there too, many times.

I also sit here now writing this to you knowing that if you give yourself time you will sit there as I sit here now feeling how glad I am that I am no longer in that place. Granted I know that it might sneak up on me again at any time, I not totally free from it’s grasp. The difference is now I have been through that and come through it time and time again I know that I am stronger and better equipped to deal with it next time, to almost watch it from a distance and let it run it’s course.

Nothing lasts forever, everything waxes and wanes and moves in and out like the tide.

This will too, even if it feels it wont.

Be kind to yourself in this time. Do what you need to do to get through. Be gentle with your mind as you would a broken leg. Don’t push it, let it heal and rest.

You will be Okay. These aren’t empty words. Believe me I know. I also know recovery is possible. That means different things to different people but to whatever extent that means for us – you – me, it’s possible.

Hand in there.

It’s going to be alright

x

suicide letter , mental health awareness
Mental health awareness. From me to you
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Notes Of Hope In Parliament

I was over the moon today to hear that the wonderful MP of Redditch took the issue of my notes of hope being torn down by the council to debate as she is backing this project ♡

This project was for both suicide awareness and suicide prevention and very personal and so I was devastated how it was handled.

This has shown me once again however to believe in yourself, your goals and your vision.

Even if people disagree, go against you and don’t share your goal. Those people are inevitable ….. It’s about finding those that do and will walk by your side.

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Coming Through The Worst Times – Suicide Awareness

Are you ever too “broken” to come through the worst times and planning to end your life?

No. It may seem that way, even truly feel like this is it, this is the end but it doesn’t have to be. It’s possible for things to change even when you’re sure they won’t.

I’ve spoken about this before but I believe it’s an Important topic so I’m touching on it again with the the help of my manuscript.

Sometimes it’s only possible to see how far you have come when you look back. That’s a hard thing to do, but sometimes necessary.

Going through multiple diaries to write my story which I hope to have published was difficult but extremely therapeutic and made me realise what I have been through and just how far I’ve come. Not only that but that even when all hope seems to have gone and you’re utterly spent it’s possibly for things to change.

If you’re reading this and going through depression, anxiety, an eating disorder or a really impossible point of your life please know that things can and do change. You just have to hold on.

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This Little Thing Called Life

I’ve just happened across a poem (one of many!) That I wrote some years ago.

Reading it back now it almost has more meaning than when I first wrote it.

I thought I’d share it with you here as it may resonate with someone.

I’ve written sooooooo many poems over the years…I have never really shared them due to lack of self confidence or being told they are “depressing” in my teenage years but writing poetry was always a huge outlet for me.

So here’s “A Little Thing Called Life”

I don’t know where it came from

But it got me where it hurt

Like a disaster zone

Everything on red alert

It snuck in from depths of darkness

Didn’t see it coming around

And that Demon, he got to work

Did his damage while making no sound

Me too, bound by it’s silence

In the dead of night

Inner turmiol and violence

With every battle and every fight

Constantly feeling like you’re skimming

The edge of a knife

But just about missing-

In this little thing called life.

Had the foundations to start building

But in the depths of darkness went the cement

So I lost all my shielding

It never turned out how I meant

And in those depths of darkness

Even that demon wasn’t around

I guess even he couldn’t stand the starkenss

Just emptiness and no sound

It’s like shouting in the shadows

No one ever hears your call

And like grasping at thin air

doesn’t save you from the fall

And then sharper is the blade

On the point of that knife

And further you have strayed-

From this little thing called life

But then suddenly things start to change

And you make your OWN cement

As you realise that is possible

And it doesn’t MATTER where it went

So slowly you start to build

And one by one fill all the cracks

As as each one gets filled

You start to follow all the tracks

find there’s been a beginning-

A middle and an end

As to any story-there were just some errors you had to mend

As the building comes to completion

To examine-you first, must step away

And find despite your emotional depletion

It had to be that way

The greatest of buildings start with nothing at all

And that first simple brick-builds the first simple wall

And although that demon

Makes an appearance from time to time

You’ve built your shielding so know you’ll be fine

So no longer do you feel you’re skimming over the edge of that knife

For you build the skills to blunt it

This little thing called life….

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World Suicide Prevention Day – Understanding Suicide.

World Suicide Prevention Day – Monday 10th September.

Suicide holds a lot of stigma. People don’t like talking about it. I talk here about the feelings that go behind suicide and my own personal experiences in the aim of suicide awareness.

A simple message can save a life.

I am proof of this. Talk. Reach Out. End The Stigma.

Please take 10 minutes to watch this, to understand why suicide isn’t “a cowards way out”, it’s not “attention seeking” and why something as simple as a message really can save someone’s life.

Never forget the importance of allowing someone to talk to you. For letting them know you are there.

Remember to send a message, a text, pop round, ask how they are feeling. Don’t be scared to ask. Suicide lives in silence. Most will be glad you asked, glad you care enough to have taken that time to ask about them.

It really can be the smallest of things that make a big difference. sometimes all it takes is a message.