The American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, estimates there are 117 suicides a day. For every suicide death, 25 other suicide attempts are made. On September 8, 2015, the following was part of my post on suicide:

I’ve sat in Emergency waiting rooms praying for friends who, at the last moment, reached out to say “I can’t go on. I’ve taken pills X & Y soon the pain and sadness will be gone.”

I’ve tried “talking” friends down, to put one foot behind the other, to step away from the abyss, back towards the light.

I also know what goes on in your head when the emotional/physical pain is too much, when guilt, feelings of worthlessness, hopelessness make death seem like a solution. An aching loneliness, a world without love and friendship, a world that would be better without, and wouldn’t miss you. A darkness deeper than a black hole. 

It doesn’t mean those things are truths or truisms. The abyss makes it difficult to see the sky; to believe other than what those bitter, brittle emotions spew.

People do heal; they are able to listen to different words and believe them. I’ve written a shadorma (the burying gown) and a tilus (the binding) for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge 112, thinking of the jagged emotion pain that rips me but leaves no signs upon my skin. How I feel/felt when the demon voices, howls, and whispers fill all the voids in my head and heart.


image: Oleg Oprisco

burying gown

grief defines

all my boundaries

dead black dress


corpse cloth entwines bloodied wrists

dried leaves suffuse red

shadorma: 3/5/3/3/7/5

 the binding

anguish agony

tethered to


tilus: 6/3/1

May is Mental Health Awareness Month

May is Mental Health Awareness Month. For a start, here’s an interesting and different take on the meaning of the phrase “a cry for help.”

I'm a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it's saved a few lives

source:  http://9gag.com/gag/a2NXEze