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As I watch the sunrise this morning, and reading messages from yesterday, I realize I am as unique and stubborn as the woman who gave birth to me. I've learned I do not know how to ask for help, and I don't know how to accept help. I've learned through out this journey that we can travel alone, we can not survive alone. We can escape and look across the night sky, and wonder what tomorrow shall hold, we are privileged in that manner that we can wonder. As I reflect on the moments that brought me here, my heart...
Sitting and reflecting about the last few months and wondering what tomorrow has in store. Realizing that tomorrow will happen while carrying the lessons of yesterday, and all the people who have impacted the breaths that are taken, and knowing there are moments that took the breaths away. Looking at the countless of impacts, and those who have crossed over to the spirit world and what their lives meant to those who grieve the tremendous loss, knowing that they will never hold the loved ones close again and what that has done to the self. Often times, the impact of...
It is with hope when I speak or write a post about Suicide that the information makes a difference. I have learned that the language I use, are my thoughts and feelings, because of my truth. I own my breath and the message I write are my thoughts put on paper. I am responsible for my thoughts and how I present my message. It is always with My truth that I write and that is what I am responsible for. I have learned that how I talk about Suicide #MakesADifference: Language is the key, words that we use to express...
I Remember The sound of her crying .. When they told her our Babba died.. I remember so many things - (the one thing I want to remember - but I can't .. I've tried so hard .. It's not coming back .. Not yet..) I wish I could ask her how to do this .. "Grief" - it's too much for me to handle .. I remember when our brother Stanley died and she said - "our children are suppose to bury us .. Not us burying our children " I now know .. What she meant .. I...
About a year, ago, I sat with our Mother, talking about some touchy topics. While sitting there I noticed she was in a good place and she asked if we could package up some cards & ribbons for a large order I had received. While sitting there, my Parents and I talked about the act of suicide, and the stigmas attached. I asked both of them: “Why did our generation and older not talk about Suicide?” Dad: “We were taught not to talk about it” Mom: “If we talked about it, we were hushed” Dad: “Pressure from the church, the...
- CC Walk 2019