When my ex/dead husband decided to take his own life, he took part of mine with him. He shattered my life into jagged splinters and I had no say in the matter. I have struggled for a long time to forgive him. How do you forgive someone who has wounded you so deeply?
I guess you’re pretty serious about committing suicide if you’re searching for it on the internet. There’s a hell of a lot of information out there but I wanted to tell you ten things you should know before you kill yourself.
When I think my pain is unbearable, that life is cruel and unfair, and that somehow I’ve been singled out for unimaginable grief, the Universe reminds me that I am not alone. I feel your grief, your pain and your emptiness. It reverberates across time and space to link up with mine and with all… Read More
New article up at HUBPAGES Suicide – Let’s Start a Conversation Why do you find suicide difficult to talk about? . Why am I writing on HUBPAGES instead of here? Because I can make a little bit of pocket-money from people reading my articles there. If you are interested in joining this site, I can… Read More
The authentic me deserves a chance to live, to cherish the sacred gift of life and to explore the limitless potential that the future holds. I have no right to smother her, strangle her, or asphyxiate the life out of her.
The official term for suicide is “intentional self harm”. I have been guilty of the very thing I have fiercely denounced.
I was never a Girl Guide or a Brownie, probably because I was too busy going to ballet class and piano lessons, but I loved their system of badges. You could get a badge for sewing, or first aid, or helping old ladies across the street for all I know and it was sewn on… Read More
When your husband kills himself you’re not meant to talk about it. I’m not playing by those rules. Here is my story in a short seven minute documentary.
Our breakfast was at a little cafe on Blues Point Road where we devoured our cooked meal like starving children. We smiled in secret at our recent memories, wondering again if all love stories felt as exquisitely magical as ours.
Two souls meet in the space between the sky and the heavens, between sleeping and waking.
I write my own story. I am not a supporting character in some else’s drama. I am the author and the protagonist, interpreting the actions of others into my own narrative.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qhoKVRYYubw[/youtube] Sometimes I feel like Alice In a Wonderland chasing rabbits Cheshire cats and mad hatters A better world, well, it don’t really matter Well day breaks and life is as dark as the room The air is laced with sweet perfume What is it about morning light That makes everything feel alright Alright Well,… Read More
