Sleep deep Sleep light Lucky you if you sleep tight Sleep long Deep sleep Eyes closed yet you still weep Eyes open Brain awake Each breath breathed a life at stake Eyes closed Brain aches It seems like an hour each second takes Tweaked bedclothes Twisting dreams When are you awake? Never, it seems
Like I mentioned in a previous post, it’s not easy talking about suicide – especially if you are directly involved on either end of that very sharp stick. I have been on both and a lot of splinters in between. I said it was time to talk about suicide and all of its branches that lead us there and why. And it’s true, but I can’t expect anyone else to be prepared to talk or reach out, even to me, if I don’t do it first. I can’t expect anyone to do something I’m not prepared to do myself. So I’ve put myself out there, so what? I will continue to do so until things change about how we help others and ourselves. Until we find out what more we can do to help each other to understand, identify and prevent so much pain and misunderstanding, we must keep facing the fire and get to know it very well, very very well. Just like we delve into everything else we want to find out about, understand and manage. Why the dark shroud around suicide? It’s time to talk.