It’s not euphoria or hypersensitivity or the darkness of a
deep depression. The spikes are no longer as severe as a freshly sharpened
pencil, now more rounded, curved and easier to pass over. The waves have not
disappeared – there is still sadness and happiness, anger and excitement. But
they are easier to steer… they are no longer run-away trains, reaching the
tipping point and about to spill off of the tracks.
Level. Stable. Manageable. In control. It’s almost
terrifying – a great unknown...
Sunday, 25 September 2016
Saturday, 10 September 2016
World Suicide Prevention Day 2016
** Trigger Warning **
She looked into the mirror - her eyes were blank... hollow, her heart was heavy, and her hope was lost. She was tired of struggling and of fighting... She was simply exhausted and had lost her ability to cling to life.
She had heard it all and she hated the words, their voices of encouragement, and their stories of recovery; it wasn't worth anything... she couldn't feel anything. Once the pull of death's comfort, peace, and ease had infiltrated her mind - there was no going...
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