Tomorrow November 13th is the official day to write love on your arms as a reminder that there is hope. This subject is dear to my heart as not so long ago I too wished and hoped for help. Now even though it is not all gone, my life is not perfect, I still cry myself to sleep from time to time, but I know that suicide is not an option.
My life has been a lot easier than most, but there are times when you hurt to the core and cry out to God that if he loved you that he would indeed take you home. That you would not wake up the next morning. That pain is real, my ability to restrain from self harm is miraculous because I know if I started there would be no stopping.
But I did self medicate with alcohol, sometimes I had to get away, pretty much every day and I would drink into a daze where I was not in control of my life. I am one year sober. One year and my pain seems so much less. My pain is deal able. As I write this I cry thinking of how much more pain I put myself through as I tried to forget the reality.
Sorry to be cheesy, but I honestly believe that people now talking about suicide and depression will make it happen less. The more people know there is hope and someone who cares the less they/we hide in a corner and cry.
I still cry and I still wish things were easier and less painful, but now I deal with it. I grow, I move on and never in a million years did I think that was possible. I am thankful for those that forced me to get help and those that continue to help me today. Truly a life was saved.....
My life has been a lot easier than most, but there are times when you hurt to the core and cry out to God that if he loved you that he would indeed take you home. That you would not wake up the next morning. That pain is real, my ability to restrain from self harm is miraculous because I know if I started there would be no stopping.
But I did self medicate with alcohol, sometimes I had to get away, pretty much every day and I would drink into a daze where I was not in control of my life. I am one year sober. One year and my pain seems so much less. My pain is deal able. As I write this I cry thinking of how much more pain I put myself through as I tried to forget the reality.
Sorry to be cheesy, but I honestly believe that people now talking about suicide and depression will make it happen less. The more people know there is hope and someone who cares the less they/we hide in a corner and cry.
I still cry and I still wish things were easier and less painful, but now I deal with it. I grow, I move on and never in a million years did I think that was possible. I am thankful for those that forced me to get help and those that continue to help me today. Truly a life was saved.....
