Instead of writing the following as a reply to a comment, I have decided to make it into a post.
The stat counter tells me that, for whatever reasons, hundreds of you read this blog every day, occasionally even thousands. I am humbled that so many find what I write, worth reading.
And I am also grateful that, even though the majority of you don’t leave a comment, you are engaged enough on the subject, to come and read the blog every day. You now know a lot more about suicide, and the effects of suicide, than most people. And there are times, or there will be times, when you will find yourself explaining something on the subject, or maybe, even be called upon, to intervene.
The one thing we know for sure is that, one never knows.
Anyway, what I wanted to say is that comments, both “good and bad,” are what a dialogue is made of.
So, please feel free to comment
I want to say thank you for caring enough to read this blog and taking the time to express your opinion.
Your comments are truly helpful in generating a dialogue, in giving everyone the opportunity of going beyond reading about someone’s day.
I love writing. Writing helps me in many, many ways. But this blog is not like a book that one reads for pleasure, (at least I don’t think it is). I mean, in the first few days after Andrew’s death, I was just crying through the keyboard. I was not thinking anything, I felt, I felt the devastation in my heart, in my family’s heart.
When not dulled by sedatives, my whole being screamed and wreathed, and writing, forcing myself to write, helped me remain compos mentis enough to survive, and help my family, survive.
But as time went by, although the reason for writing, self-expression, remained, something else came, the desire to stimulate a dialogue.
Dialogue as one of the tools that will ultimately help us get suicide OUT of the room.
Each word each one of us writes, utters, is a light. Eventually all our little lights will join into a beacon so bright, that suicide will have nowhere to hide.
Thank you Dear Hedi’sAngel.