The Best Kind of Pain
It seems to me everyone encounters sad, painful and difficult things in their lives. No one is immune. But some pain is long and lingering.
Tag Archives: suicide
No one belongs here more than you
Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble?
Look at the sky: that is for you.
Suicide – why silence does more harm than good
Every time someone kills themselves, it pricks at the wound in my heart, leaving the tender skin bleeding again. The loss of a vital, special, unique human being is a tragedy, especially when the tragedy might have been preventable.
What’s underneath?
I’ve learned to take a step back and ask myself what else is going on in my life. You see, I always have a strong urge to diet when things upset me. The reason is, that when I’m starved and exhausted, I can’t process any other kind of pain. It’s a game of pick your poison, and I always pick the one that is familiar and controllable — the pain of restricting and beating myself up.
Don’t Forget To Tell Them
This Christmas, please take a moment to tell your friends and family how you feel. Tell them you forgive them for their careless mistakes, tell them you love them even though they’ve relapsed for the ninth time.
Doctor Who
Across the world, people are gearing up to celebrate fifty years of Doctor Who. I wasn’t born in 1963 and neither was my husband. It’s odd to think about a time before either of us existed.
Why You Should End Your Life
Thank you for your response to my post 10 Things You Should Know Before You Kill Yourself and for sharing your situation with me. You are not alone in facing such terrible circumstances, I get emails like yours several times a week.
Three Years Gone
Today, on the third anniversary of my husband’s suicide, I hold on to the thought that I can remain perfectly unaffected by all expressions of lack of love (or fear, grief, anger, guilt, regret) and hold on to peace.
“He Held Me Until I Could Breathe Again”
The long-awaited Sunday Magazine article in full.
Tattoos
On my left wrist, scratched into my skin is a red heart with angels wings. It reminds me of my birthday three years ago when Shelley and I sat under the needle at The Illustrated Man and got our tattoos. It was the last birthday I spent with my husband.
The Worst Thing Imaginable
It’s that niggling worry at the back of your mind you don’t talk about. The nightmares you have about death and dying. You try to imagine what it will feel like if (when?) something really bad happens to you.
RUOK won’t always make a difference
I believe that we should always remind our family and friends how much we love them, but in the end, they make their own decisions.
A Day of Remembering
It is World Suicide Prevention Day today and I feel obliged to write something deep and insightful to make my husband’s death mean something.