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Life Matters And So Do You!

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Every weekday morning at 7:40 a.m. on our local radio station they share a message from a pastor.  He ends his message the same way by saying, “Life matters … and so do you!”

Think of the impact that this phrase could have on people every where!

What if someone was really depressed and feeling as low as they could possibly go, and then they hear a message such as this?

They may be feeling as if they do not matter to anyone so what is the use anyway.  Maybe they are consumed with lies from the devil, yet they hear the truth that they DO matter.  That is life changing right there if they allow it to soak into their being and see the truth instead of listening to the lies from the enemy!

People do need to hear this and know deep down in their hearts that they do matter.  They are important!  What they have been through and are going through is important, too!  It is a part of their story, and their story deserves to be told!

How can you impress upon someone today and let them know that they matter?  In this cold, cruel world, how can you impact another person’s life with a positive message?  Think on it and then put action behind it and actually do something about it.

Compliment someone.  It might make a difference in their day and in how they view themselves, especially if inside they have a negative self image.

Treat people with respect.  You would want that, so give to others that which you desire as well.

Listen with your ears but also your heart.  We rush through our days often times not really hearing what people are trying to say to us.  Listen intently and then allow your heart  to show that care, concern, and empathy.  Some times what means the most is when people are allowed to talk about what is bothering them when they know they have someone that is listening and cares!  Give them your full attention especially at times when they are opening up and beginning to pour their hearts out to you.

YOU can make a difference.  You know why?  Because life matters … and SO DO YOU!

 

 

 

Know Your Worth And Value

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*The theme lately has been that of choosing joy!  It is so important to hold on to that joy and happiness in your heart.  I realize that it is sometimes hard to do, especially when people are pushing your buttons.

What I’d like you to accept is that your worth and value does not and will not come from the approval of others.  If that is how you have been functioning in life, is it any wonder that you often times feel defeated, depressed, and as if you can do nothing right?!

For every one person that is picking you apart, I wish there were four more that would come alongside you to encourage you.  While that will not always happen, it is important to know your worth and value so that these people and these situations do not tear you down and leave you in a pit of despair.

If you’ve gotten into “people pleasing,” that is the fastest way to make yourself unhappy.  In all of my years, I have learned that it is simply impossible to make everyone happy.  There will be those that LOVE your decisions and the way you’re living your life, and there will be those that can’t wait to voice their opinion or look down their noses at you as if they are better than you.   You know what?  They aren’t!

This is when you really need to look to scripture and let it all soak into every fiber of your being.  When in doubt, here are just a few verses to refer to:

 Psalm 139:13-14 For you formed my inward parts;

you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.

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Song of Solomon 4:1 Behold, you are beautiful, my love, behold, you are beautiful!

Your eyes are doves behind your veil.

Your hair is like a flock of goats leaping down the slopes of Gilead.

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Proverbs 31:10  A wife of noble character who can find?

She is worth far more than rubies.

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Luke 12:6-7 Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies?

And not one of them is forgotten before God.

Why, even the hairs of your head are all numbered.

Fear not; you are of more value than many sparrows.

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As if that wasn’t enough to convince you, think of how God sent His one and only son to die on the cross for you and I.  Jesus bore all of our sins so that we may have eternal life if we only believe in Him and ask Him into our hearts.  Now THAT, my friend, is how much you were worth to our Lord and Savior that He would lay down His life for you.

Be discouraged no more.  Instead, be reassured of your worth and value, especially in the eyes of God.
 

The After Christmas Blues

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Do you experience it, too?  The after Christmas blues?

You know what I’m talking about.

There is so much hype leading up to Christmas Day.  This year the stores started bringing out Christmas decorations in October!  People joked on Facebook that it was Hallothanksmas because Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas items were filling the store at around the same time!  There was no time to focus on just one occasion.  They just went straight into the big holidays when we were buying costumes and candy for the big night of Trick-or-Treating!

After counting the loot with bags full of candy on Halloween, there was a brief mention of Thanksgiving, but the main focus was Christmas … shelves were lined with Christmas ornaments, wreaths, trees, etc.

Then we started hearing Christmas carols on the radio, and it just seemed to lift our spirits.

Things are better when everyone is getting in the Christmas spirit.  People are nicer!  They are more patient and kind during the holiday season.

Then, suddenly, Christmas comes and goes … and we’re left with the after Christmas blues.

Like now.

I sit here, after getting my house back in order, admiring the nice tiny nooks and crannies of my house where just yesterday sat lots of Christmas decorations, our tree with the shiny white lights and ornaments that meant something to us all and signified memories in our lives with our children.  There were mangers scenes in another corner as my daughter couldn’t just have one, she had to have two this year.  And then, who could forget our snowman!  I absolutely adore snowmen, and we had a lit one indoors just because I love them so much.

Now … all is quiet … and clean … spic-n-span …

And the after Christmas blues set in.

Why?

Because the special-ness of the season has come to a close.

People will be returning to work on Monday, December 29th, and will lose the loving kindness they displayed leading up to Christmas day.

Now, I realize that not everyone will fall into this category, but the vast majority will.  And that saddens me.

I don’t want to lose the special-ness of Christmas.  I don’t want it to go away.  I want it to last longer …

And it can.

Will you carry the way you felt leading up to Christmas with you long after the season has come to an end?

More people need this feeling all through the year, not just for a few short weeks or a month even.

Christmas needs to last … and it can, if we carry it in our hearts all year through.

 

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Truth

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As we enter into the holiday season with snow beginning to fall and temperatures dropping even in the South, we prepare for our Thanksgiving feast and then Christmas festivities shortly thereafter.  When we’re supposed to be filled with holiday cheer, the truth is that a lot of people are dreading the holidays.  Either they are fighting depression, are in the mist of a crisis, or they do not have any family to gather with during the holiday season.  There are a whole list of reasons why people are not in the holiday spirit and actually end up dreading this time of year!

Will you take time to remember them?  The ones that feel like they have lost hope?  The ones with no cheer left within their hearts and souls right now?  The ones that are struggling to put their feet on the floor in the mornings and pull themselves out of bed to greet the day?

Some hide it so well that you’d never truly know that they dislike the holiday season.  They will force a smile, hum a Christmas song, all the while they feel like they are dying inside.

Maybe they are like so many that have lost loved ones this year.  Maybe they will have one vacant seat at the dinner table this year, or maybe, like in our case, there will be several vacant seats when our family gathers around after having lost my sister, granddaddy, and grandma in years past.  Along with the empty chairs are hearts that feel as if they have holes in them as they miss their loved ones so much that memories of holidays past leave trails of tears streaming down their cheeks.

The truth is that not everyone feels like celebrating.  Some would even like to hibernate, if that were even an option, until after the first of the year.

Will you take time to remember those individuals in prayer?  Will you silently speak to God on their behalf asking Him to wrap His loving arms around them?

God, provide them comfort as only You can, Father.  They need you …

 

Prayer

This post was inspired by the prompt word of Truth for this edition of Tuesday at Ten.

Suicide Prevention and Awareness

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NOTE:  Tamela shares her very personal story in this blog post concerning depression, mental illness, and suicidal thoughts.   Please read Suicide Prevention and Awareness and allow your heart to open to what she is saying so that you can help others around you.  Share your love and compassion with those that are hurting in the world today.  ~Shirley

 

Hold me now I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking That maybe six feet Ain’t so far down Please come now I think I’m falling I’m holding on to all I think is safe

 

This is the final chorus to a Creed song called One Last Breathe.  I sometimes blast the song in my car and sing my lungs out as a suicide survivor because it reminds me that sometimes the loudest screams on earth are never uttered or heard by anyone.  Even if the words are spoken, the sad fact is that many do not hear the screams, the pain, the slow dying inside.  “Hold me now…,”  oh how often in my past I’ve thought those words which used to include, “I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking, maybe six feet ain’t so far down.”  I feel blessed and grateful to live outside that world today but I’ve lived there, not knowing, not understanding; certainly not thinking anyone else felt or understood my pain, wanting it all to just end…six feet ain’t so far down…

 

September is Suicide Prevention month.  This topic runs deep inside me daily as I know what it feels like to not be able to see any good in life, to feel that all have deserted you and no one understands…so why try to explain; besides, wouldn’t the world just be better off if I hadn’t existed or didn’t exist??

 

This is my story.  I hope by speaking it will help some to more fully understand the absolute and complete despair that one must be in to reach a point of no return, no hope, wanting no more than nothingness…to end the pain…to be gone from here.

 

I honestly cannot say when, what I call, the bad thoughts began but I know they were very present by my early teens.  Of course no one knew, who would I tell in the early 1970s when – compared to today – nothing was mentioned publicly about mental illness or feeling like you couldn’t take it anymore and just wanted to find a way out??  Knowing inside that somehow you didn’t think the way others did and that the constant feeling of defeat and sadness was beyond hard to overcome at times, and at times, I lost the courage to keep fighting and gave in to those thoughts of just being gone, of it all just ending.  If anything in those days, someone’s crazy aunt was sent away for “others” to take care of; an institution with no rehabilitation available.  My down times came in spurts but when those down times set in, I began what ended up being a decades-long quest to find out what was “wrong” with me and why I could not achieve what I perceived as “normal”.  I knew others didn’t hide inside unable to move from the couch, crying and/or sleeping for long, long periods – days.  I knew others didn’t hide behind closed blinds, isolating, but instead lived life.  I once did not know how to live life, not the happy lives I observed others enjoying.  I once had no enjoyment of life or the many blessings given each day – for many years I saw through eyes that lied to me about what I was seeing and feeling.  I knew others could enjoy life and have true fun.  At best I faked it and I don’t think I succeeded at all times but I did fool many for a very long time.  I lived behind masks to hide the pain and truth of what was going on in my head.  I did not know for many years that the periods of what I deemed “calm” (read: not suicidal) were actually my mania in full bloom.  At these times, life was GOOD!

 

In depression, I remember the sheer helplessness I felt.  Everything was bad or wrong; there was nothing “right” going in my life – despite in my adult years having a beautiful son and loving friends, a good job – what many would deem a successful life, at least looking from the outside in.  Inside, I could in no way find belief in the words of friends and family who said they cared – if they only knew how I talked them down in my head many people through my life would be surprised that what they saw on the outside very often did not match what was going on inside.  One of the aspects of sliding down that slippery path which could end in suicide is the relentless voice in your head that will not SHUT UP!!  That terrible voice that speaks only negativity, of your worthlessness, how others only pretend to like you or enjoy your company – everyone lies, that’s what my head told me.  The feeling of being stuck and that “things” would never improve; the absolute helplessness and hopelessness sent me on many a search to find the right way to do “the job” this time.  The truly sad part often leading to suicide is when you start picking apart your life finding each and every hiccup or mistake to validate your thoughts – even bringing things long past up to “prove” you are so bad you do not deserve to breath air any longer – see mind, here’s ALL the proof you need to justify my ending my life.  It’s a lonely downward spiral that unless you are paying close attention to the clues – sometimes verbal, sometimes in action or behavior – you will miss the underlying message and perhaps miss a chance to “hold” someone until they are in a safer, emotionally safer, place.

 

The first time the Calvary of medical professionals arrived to help was at the age of 30 when I found myself waking – very angry and upset –  in the ICU after attempting and coming close to achieving another suicide attempt; in the past I’d just woken at home with none the wiser.  I discovered that the State of Arizona takes these things rather seriously as I was not allowed to go home when released.  No, instead I experienced the first of many psychiatric “holding” (not quite lock-down level) places until “they” feel you are no longer in danger of harming yourself.  The Crisis Stabilization Unit was certainly a lesson in where I did NOT want to ever go again.  “Clients” were required to help around the house and apartments by cleaning or cooking or washing dishes.  Didn’t mind that part; what I minded was that in order to prepare a meal, if a knife was needed you had to check one out.  If you wanted to use a razor, you had to check one out.  If you did not return the sharp instrument you’d checked out in a set time frame, well, let’s just say bathrooms were not sacred spaces in that place!

 

With that experience under my belt, you can bet any suicidal thoughts were kept to myself from there on in, I was not going back there!  It was not till the mid-90s that I knew it was getting really, really bad; unmanageably bad.  I couldn’t shake the negativity, the despair, the pain any longer.  Friends referred me to a therapist who, God bless her, worked hard over more than five years to help me figure out why I could only achieve “better” for an inconsistent period of time before the darkness set in again.  All her work resulted in my going to inpatient treatment in July 2000.  The therapist had not given up so much as said, “Someone needs to watch you and see if they see something that I’m not.”  Please understand, up till this point in my life, I had never sought help unless I was mentally in the pits and thinking, “This time it’s going to happen.”  With professionals looking over me, they began medicating me for depression – that’s what I’d been sent for – and watched.  Upon leaving, I had to get a psychiatrist to continue with this medication-cocktail thing that most mentally ill people need in order to find balance once again.  It’s not a case of, “Here’s a pill.  It will fix you.”

 

The psychiatrist I found blessed me, too.  After a month or so, she looked at me one day and asked if I slept well or something like that.  She’d obtained enough information about me to start putting the pieces together.  At that time in my life I was raising an active son on my own, volunteering 15 – 20 hours a week, building a new advising program for a program at my alma mater (including frequent recruitment trips around the state), and yet this was not enough to make me tired or sleep much.  When the sad times came, oh, I could sleep all right!  I had by this time come to accept that leaving my home was not an option at times and so many a sick day was taken without a physical illness being present.  Don’t know if one can call in saying, “I’m having a mental day,” and it would be taken as being even in the realm of believability as calling in to say you have a cold…or that one would not ruin their career forever if they made such a call.  This psychiatrist put all the information about me together and figured out I was not depressed, I was severely bipolar and getting worse; soon after she placed me on disability.  This diagnosis explained so much.  My irregular moods, the highs and lows (not knowing that I was manic because that seemed a “normal”, productive state to me), most especially how I could seemingly function at times and then just be lost in the mental weeds the next.  I have learned and recovered much over the last decade or more.

 

My last suicidal period/hospitalization occurred almost a decade ago.  In December it will officially be ten years since I’ve taken the slippery slope that far down into darkness.  I have worked very hard over the last fourteen years to find my safe space and to be willing, when the darkness begins to set in, to recognize it quickly and act to protect myself from myself even more quickly.  I have learned that when my mind wants to fixate on the exit plan, I need to reach out as oftentimes others just do not or cannot hear your pleas for help…or even the “hold me now” which could quite seriously mean the difference between life and death.

 

As said, I’ve worked hard to achieve some level of peace of mind today.  I am also a well-medicated, watched-over, stable person today…but it took years and I had to be willing to work to find this place, this blessed place I am today.  I continue, I will continue, to have my swerves off the stable path but overall, compared to the first 50 years of my life, today is good and I am happy.  The very steep emotional mountains and below sea level valleys I’ve survived only serve as proof that I AM a survivor and that today, those highs and lows have become rolling hills that I can handle and manage.

 

I am so tired, so very tired, of people not finding their peace and choosing the exit plan and not the path to lead them back to stability, but I do also understand the mindset that puts one in a place of no return.  When one is sick in the head, their thoughts aren’t on crisis lines and reaching out – their mind is focused on the “how to end it”, not the “how do I save me from me?”  This is why it is necessary if you know someone who is depressed to pay attention to the words and actions of that person as that will clue you in more than anything and if those around us mental folks aren’t paying attention, well, that’s just more proof to us that you neither truly care or understand…even more reason I should leave here because no one will ever get me or understand this deep pain I have no control over.

 

I am willing to speak out for those who cannot.  As humans caring for one another, it is our duty to have at least the bare minimum knowledge of what any mental illness may actually be and to NOT presume based on behavior that you “know” that person’s mind or thoughts or capabilities.  Others have NO RIGHT to determine for me if my actions or reactions are based in my illness or just a real reaction to a situation that I must deal with appropriately while recognizing that I am allowed to feel during the entire process, and some of those feelings may be negative based on the situation.  Don’t presume, read and learn.  Read about depression or any mental illness that you may know you are around so you can be there to assist.  Learn the warning signs as I have known many a depressed person over the years and I have yet, once, heard any of them say, “But I told my friends I hurt…”  Look for the silent signs.  HEAR the silent pleas that come out as, “Life is pretty hard right now” not realizing they may be touching only the tip of their painful iceberg.  If someone starts giving away precious things to them – that’s a clue!!  Please, don’t patronize any mentally ill person by paying lip service only to them.  If you care, learn.  We can only help others when we are properly equipped to do so.

 

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline Phone Number:  1-800-273-8225 or visit: suicidepreventionlifeline.org

 

Veterans Crisis Line:  1-800-273-8255/press 1 or visit: veteranscrisisline.net

 

Both sites will give you information on suicide, signs to look for, how to help.  Please know we are losing 22 veterans a day to suicide, more than the national average – and it has been so for years.  Please pay attention, what’s hidden on the inside is frequently not shown or fully exhibited on the outside.

 

This month and all year, let’s work to get rid of suicide, at the very least reduce the numbers.  Help to get rid of the stigma and perhaps more would be willing to come forward and ask for help.  You be the help they need!  Together we can do this!!

 

 

Depression and Suicidal Thoughts

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No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world.

~Robin Williams in the movie Dead Poet’s Society

This week the world lost a very valuable actor, Robin Williams.  He was known for some serious roles that he played such as in the movie Dead Poet’s Society, but he was more known to my family for his role in Mrs. Doubtfire and for all of the laughter he supplied to us through the years.  My daughters both grew up watching this movie repeatedly.  We have watched it so many times that we can all recite lines from the movie.  He provided humor right when it was needed in the way that only Robin Williams could, yet he touched on some very serious subject matters in this movie as well.

Robin Williams seemed to be America’s funny man.  He was usually all smiles for the camera and had a joke or two readily available to give you a big ole belly laugh.   The vast majority of us did not realize that Mr. Williams suffered for years with depression.  I have heard a lot within the past week of how not only did Mr. Williams suffer from depression, but he was also Bi-Polar which of course has manic and mania tendencies.   All I know is that no one truly knows what goes on behind someone’s smile.  This is proof right here!

Many fans around the world are shocked and are in disbelief over Mr. Williams taking his own life.  Looking in the windows of his life, it would appear that Mr. Williams had it all:  Fortune, Family, & Fame.  However, there were things going on inside of Mr. Williams that tormented him.  He had his own personal demons that no one can ever fully understand unless they’ve been right where Mr. Williams was the day he took his own life.  No one could have ever imagined that Mr. Williams had depression and suicidal thoughts going on behind that smile of his and all of his jokes.

In high school we lost two of our classmates to suicide.  I remember hearing the news that my friend had hung himself and how he was clinging to life with the aid of the ventilator.  I was unable to visit him in the hospital, and to be honest, I don’t know how I would have handled seeing him in that shape.  I just prayed for him and cried my eyes out the next morning when it was announced on the school intercom that he had passed away.  I remember attending his funeral with tears falling like rain.  I remember my grandmother also grabbing me at the funeral telling me to pull myself together.  This shocked me to be told at a moment like this to pull myself together … at a funeral … under the circumstances with the way he died.  It felt like I was not allowed to grieve for my friend and then immediately guilt set in for not being able to control my emotions.

We lost another classmate a year or so later the same exact way.  It left us all asking why something like this had to happen and how someone could take their own life.

Then depression and suicide touched my family and brought us all to our knees.   This was something that always happened to other people.  We always “heard” of this but it was always “over there” in someone else’s family … surely not ours!  But, there it was, dropped right in our laps when the world crumbled around us that hot July day back in 2001.  It doesn’t seem that long ago, really, and there are times when it seems like just yesterday when all of the feelings and emotions come rushing in.  The day my sister took her own life.  She died by her own hands.  She committed an act that we never would have ever thought she would have done.  She drew her last breath on this side of Heaven, and we knew that we would never be the same again.  When she died, she took a part of us with her.   She was my only sibling, my older sister that I looked up to.   And now, I’m all alone in this world without my sister, my best friend.

It is so hard to understand how a person could do this, and yet it happens far more than we can even begin to imagine.  People get so down in life with different things troubling them.   They are in so much emotional pain with things coming at them from every angle.  When their problems pile up, they begin to feel as if the only way to end the pain that they feel is to end their life.  It’s tragic when it gets to this point.   A lot of people say, “If only they would have reached out for help …” and question why such a strong person would succumb to weakness to this extent … you and I will never understand unless or until we’ve been right where they were the moment they made the decision to end their lives.   I pray you and I never know how it feels.  I pray that we never go through our own personal hell to this extent to where we feel the only way out, the only way to make this better for us and our loved ones is to take matters into our own hands.

Please … hear me now, whatever you may be feeling reading this or whatever you may be going through in life, please … I beg you, as a survivor of the aftermath of suicide, please know that help is available.  If you could share how you’re feeling with a trusted friend or family member, they will get you the help that you need.  Help is also available through the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline by calling 1-800-273-TALK (8255) where you will be connected to a skilled, trained counselor at a crisis center in your area.  This service is available 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

We talk a lot on this site about choosing joy and staying positive.  We try to change our negative way of thinking to find more positives and things to be thankful for.  We ask that you focus on things that bring you joy and happiness instead of things that threaten to pull you down.  We ask that you give thanks and recognize how blessed you are in this life.  We do this for a reason.  It isn’t so that we can all live in a bubble of make-believe and pretend, ignoring problems in our lives.  No.  It is because there ARE so many problems and things that trouble us in this world that we ask you to shift your focus if you are able to do so.  We realize that if you are in the pit of depression, this is something that you simply cannot do very easily, if at all.   In times like these, we hope that you will speak with a trusted friend or family member and that you will also seek professional help.  Please know that there is NO SHAME in reaching out for help. I only wish more people would do so.  Oh how I wish my sister had reached out that day instead of taking matters into her own hands.

There is such a stigma attached to mental illness and depression.  A lot of times, people do not want to share what they are going through for fear of being judged or looked down upon.  Please know that it takes a lot of courage to speak up and to tell someone.  It takes a lot to reach out for help, but please … I beg of you, if you ever get to this place, please reach out to someone!

Over the years I have had several friends that did reach out to me, and I am thankful that they did because I was able to take them to the emergency room at a local hospital for them to get the help that they needed.  I have personally taken two people in my vehicle to the emergency room when they have called me for help.  It was not easy dealing with this type of a situation, but these people reached out to me in their time of need, and I immediately rushed to their side.  I spoke with them at length, and then we made the decision together to go to the emergency room. Thankfully these friends were willing and did not put up a fight at all.  They recognized the need for help and were literally crying out for it.  And so, they were taken to the emergency room where they were admitted into a program to receive the help that they needed in the form of counseling and medication.  They are doing well today, thankfully.

I have had two others friends that dealt with suicidal thoughts as well.  One was determined no matter what we said to end it all, but thankfully her attempts failed.  She ended up in the psychiatric ward on lock down against her will the last time, and I think that was what it took for her outlook to change.  She has not attempted since, to my knowledge.

The other friend that I spoke of worked in the medical field.  He dealt with cases where children were involved, and the cases did not always have the desired outcome.  After losing a precious little girl that he had gotten close to with her and her family, he went into a deep depression and attempted suicide himself.  He survived and lived to tell about it.  He sought treatment and is in a better place today as well.

Each of the individuals mentioned above were struggling with things inside of themselves that could not be remedied by a simple attitude adjustment.  No amount of positive thinking was going to change their view on life at that moment in time.  No amount of anyone saying to “pull yourself up by your boot straps” would help either, instead, often times it would add insult to injury with someone saying such things.   We realize that depression, mental illness, and suicidal thoughts is a very serious matter, and that is why we beg of you … please reach out, please talk to a trusted friend or loved one.

Here on this site we want you to know that you’re not alone in your struggles.  We want to encourage you in every possible way, and we want you to know that you are a precious child of God.   We want to offer support to you and give you our love.  We want you to cling to hope and put your faith in God to see you through.  Every one of us will go through hard times in this life.  We are not sure why that is, but perhaps it is so that we can show compassion for our fellow man.  Perhaps going through our own struggles allows us the ability to empathize with others.  Perhaps it enables us to show more love and kindness.

If you or some one you love is in need of assistance, please call the Suicide Hotlines.  Help is available, and there are numbers listed by state.  By clicking here, you will be taken to the Suicide Hotline page with states listed in alphabetical order for your convenience and ease.

Help is available.   Hold on a little longer.  Know you are loved by your friends here at Light Love Hope.

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