Fearless Fox Friday!
My father committed suicide when I was 15 years old. It was beyond devastating to me and my family. This was not my first exposure to suicide, I don't know what was. But when I was in 8th grade I went around saying one day that I was going to kill myself when I got home from school. No one took me seriously or maybe nobody was listening, except my friend Suzi. She made me come home with her that day and talk about what was going on with me. I'll never forget her care and kindness.
Depression is a disease. It doesn't care that you are rich, successful or a parent. It's not something that goes away or takes a day off. The darkness is always there. On your bad days it makes sense and on your happy days, it drives you insane. It's calling for you, waiting for you to put your guard down long enough to get you.
It's a thought every day. Mostly fleeting because it's so common. I don't talk about it because it scares or makes one uncomfortable or you get accused of making excuses or being dramatic or too sensitive. People like what they can fix. You can't fix me. Only I can learn more and better ways to manage and quiet the voice. I hate when people say "It's just one day" it's my whole life, or "just think happy thoughts" I do.
Looking at me you might think, I'm a happy person and have lots to be grateful for. I am, and I work hard every day to be so! It's very possible to make life easier and even enjoyable. I have learned a way that works for me. If you are interested in how? Please contact me. If you or someone you know is looking for tools like that? I will help!