I Promise

Hope

This was a difficult post to write because I know too many parents who have lost a child to suicide and I never want to reopen their wounds. But I don’t want to learn of anymore of our children dying. I don’t want to have to share that kind of news with my own kids. I just don’t. So below is my thought for the day – one I have been wanting to write for a long time. I don’t know if it will make a difference, but I needed to write it. If you think it will help someone, please share it.

From my heart to yours, Diane
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There are children flying off our planet. Whew. A painful statement of fact that makes me tremble as I write. I know that not many of them read these posts, but for those that do – we understand.

We understand that this world often looks dismal. We understand that there is so much work to be done to make this place a better one for all of us. We understand that there are people who appear to be willing to ignore the science, scoff at kindness and crash their way into power so as to destroy anything and anyone that would take that power away. We understand the pain of being bullied, being alone, of not being understood. We know what it’s like to shut the world out to prevent being exposed to more bullshit. We understand the feeling of blissful ignorance falsely created by medication – legal or otherwise.

We understand that there are no words to express the depth to which you feel burdened by the world at large. We understand because we have been there. Everyone of us at one point or another (and, some of us, many times) have stood in your shoes wishing to just disappear.

We understand how much you hurt. That hurt is borne of love – a love for something so deep that you struggle to bring it forward. A love so overwhelming that, at times, you feel you can’t go on because you can’t even begin to explain it.

We understand that the world looks dismal through the screen in front of you. But it’s not. The only thing dismal is the belief that there is nothing you can do. You can’t see that there is something, but there is. There is something you can do.

In your heart breathes a whisper of hope. A whisper that says, hold on just a little bit. Hold on and reach out a hand. We are right here. We are right here to hold you, to comfort you, to listen to you and to walk with you. In your heart breathes a whisper of hope that needs to be shared. Your whisper of hope is your lifeline and it could be the one thing that we all need to hear.

That hope is there. It is the one thing that will never change. It is the one thing that you can focus on. It is the one thing that will tell you, over and over and over again, that we are here. We are here, I promise, I promise, I promise.

Hold on to hope and hold on to me. Together we can take the next step. Begin here. Now.

National Suicide Hotline: TEXT CONNECT TO 741741

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