Is the third of March. This time last year, a wonderful friend I know had no idea by dinner time her life would be changed for ever. Her husband hung himself. Under the veranda while her and her 4 children were inside. Shortly after this someone I love tried to kill them selves again, ( it was not the first time, but by god I hope it is the last attempt, actually it was close to the 3 year anniversary of their last attempts.).
Mental health has such a stigma, We keep quiet about it, We hide it. We suffer in silence, because of the fear. There is not good enough help in this country, our hospitals are under funded and under staffed, The mental health wards do not run the programs that are needed. How can they?
So what do I know? I know that they dont think about us when they are trying to end it all, they dont think about how it will all change for everyone. How it will leave us raw. That suicide breeds suicide. That no matter how hard we try, sometimes we cant stop it. That I have had seen enough and felt with the after effects to last me 16 lifetimes. That its not our fault, no matter how much at times we believe it is.
Ill be back after with my late scrap tuesday post.