Not a Happy Ending


(possible trigger warning)

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She was surrounded with the finest

Modern art on the walls

Contemporary furniture filled her rooms

All the best money could buy

Her clothes were designer labels

Her shoes custom made

But with all the best in her world

There was one thing she didn’t have

Him

And no matter what she did

She could not turn his head

She would sit in her townhouse

Wondering what was wrong with her

Until the day she no longer cared

Felt she was destined to be lonely

And her devastation fueled her demons

Who helped her swallow all the pills

Alone

He almost lost his breath when he heard

He took a step or two back

How could this have happened

This couldn’t be the truth

The shock just wouldn’t leave him

He felt so much sadness

If only he had taken that chance

And reached out to gently touch

Her


September is Suicide Prevention Awareness Month…

You are not alone, call someone, text someone, find anyone… you are worth it!

1-800-273-8255 National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

suicidepreventionlifeline.org


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – contemporary

Mumbles… #SemicolonDay2018

Today is an important day to me. It is a day where I celebrate my future. It is World Semicolon Day.

For those of you who do not know, this day is a day for suicide and mental health awareness. The semicolon represents a pause, and like in writing it is not the end of the story. I have struggled with anxiety and depression for more than 10 years now. While I never made an active attempt, I have had suicidal thoughts. I spent a night in the hospital because I was scared of the pills I had on the table beside me. I recognized I was in trouble and got help.

I wear a semicolon on my wrist today in support of others who have struggled. I wear it in honor of two friends who have both been to that point of desperation. For now it is just a temporary mark, but one day I hope to sit at the tattoo parlor and hear them crank up a needle machine for me again.

Do what you can to help someone continue their story. If you know someone who struggles with depression sometimes just being there can make the difference on a bad day. Recognize the symptoms of mental illness and suicide. To learn more go to Project Semicolon  or Lifeline  .

Your story is important and it is NOT over yet!

Always remember 911 for an emergency situations and (in the US) the suicide prevention lifeline is 1-800-273-8255.

Out and Away

At the height of my ex-husbands drinking and my lowest moments I often thought the best option for me to get away from all the mess was to drive straight into a tree off the highway… thankfully I had a friend who saw how deep I had fallen and helped pull me back up.

Being in a household with a heavy alcoholic is hell, total isolation, guilt, shame, anger and a million more emotions all bottled up and shaken well and often.  But the thing to remember is you are never alone.  There are millions of ways to break free and get help that don’t have the disastrous results of this poem.  Reach out, find help, you are NOT in this battle alone.

Al-anon   http://al-anon.alateen.org/

Suicide hotline  http://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/  1-800-273-8255

 

I was aware of the snow

But I left anyway

I had to get out

I had to get away

The house reeked of alcohol

Again you had too much

I had to get away

I had to get out

I felt the tires lose traction

And the impact with the tree

I had to get out

I had to get away

Unconsciousness turned the world grey

Maybe this was my escape

I had to get away

I had to get out

Saying goodbye to the life I knew

And hello to eternal peace

I got out

I got away