Hold onto Hope

I’ve written about Project Semicolon a few times.

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The founder,  Amy Bleuel, died on March 23.  Yes, it was by suicide.  However,  do not lose hope.  The struggle goes on.  For you and me and everyone.   Please reach out and do not give in!

“If anyone is struggling right now, please take care of yourself. Please talk to someone about it. Please make use of the resources we do have. You can text the Crisis Text Line at 741-741. You can call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255. You can call The Trevor Project at 866-488-7386. Or, consider donating your social media data for suicide prevention research at OurDataHelps.”

Hold onto hope!

ETA:  I just found this amazing piece on Medium written by the founder of  Other Lives a peer support group for trauma survivors.  Please go read it.

A New Year

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Made it through 2016.  Barely.  It was a difficult year in so many ways.  Both personally and politically (societally).  I had a few really, really good moments:

 

And many not so good moments.  My depression is…well, as up and down as it goes.  I had a good therapist before moving back to AZ and that helped so very much.  I haven’t yet found one here.  My energy is being expended on my physical health plus external stuff (relationships, finances and the like).  The election, the numerous celebrity deaths have also had an impact.

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I have to make changes or I will die.  Not kidding.  My health needs to come first.  Self-care has always been difficult for me.  I invest so much in caring for others.  I have to do it if I want to continue on in this life.

Part of self-care is writing, writing, writing.  So I will make a greater effort to blog more regularly.

 

 

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I am not okay.

I’ve been pretending as hard as I can. My hormones are all wonky thanks to menopause.  I feel uncomfortable in my body. I’ve been moody, cranky and forgetful. Politics are getting to me. I’m still recovering from the crud. Still coughing, congestion and feeling blah. My sinuses ache. My head aches.

Music therapy helps. Petting the cat helps. Knowing I’ll get to see my brother and meet his wife and kids helps.

Knowing that one way or another, I will be returning to live in Arizona really helps.

Holding on.