Fragile ~ Handle with Care

Fragile ~ Handle with Care

Not everything that is fragile comes with a ‘Handle with Care’ sign. The recent death by suicide of a celebrity here in Australia has reinforced to many what those of us who suffer from depression and other such debilitating illnesses know so well. Life really is so fragile. We may have a mind like a steel trap, a heart the size of the continent and the courage of a lioness protecting her young however given a specific moment when everything is either aligned or misaligned, however you perceive it, life can be gone in an instant. The desire to end the pain, the anguish and the torment can become so strong that nothing matters more at that precise moment.

Fortunately for many somehow, someway, something or someone intervenes. Who knows what it is that overcomes the vice like grip of desperation and desolation? This intervention has been attributed to many different things. It does not really matter how; the only thing that matters is that it occurs.

What I have found most interesting in recent days is the reactions of others. There have been comments ranging from “What a sad and tragic loss of a beautiful kind soul” to “What a selfish thing to do.” Obviously everyone is entitled to their own opinion and on the topic of suicide those who are willing to speak out usually do have strong opinions. Once again I am not wanting to debate this either. What I do want to say is that no one can truly understand just how desolate and desperate a person actually is at that moment they decide that the only way out is death unless they have actually been there themselves. Even those who have contemplated taking their own lives do not truly understand, for they have no taken that final step.

It saddens me greatly every time I hear of a suicide or even someone attempting or contemplating suicide because I understand, from my own perception and perspective, the black hole they find themselves in, the feelings of futility in even attempting to keep on trying to claw all the way to the top where the light is.

I have shared with many stories of darkness where people have contemplated different methods…the beautiful man who held a gun to his head and then thankfully realised the finality of what he was thinking; the person who contemplated the speed with which they would have to hit that tree or that bridge in their vehicle to actually take their own life; the one who has drawn the blade across their own skin without feeling the pain, not realising until they saw the blood flowing that this was their life they were watching flow away; the rope; the medication; the gas… so many different methods. The most important thing about this is that they did not succeed! Whether it be a failed attempt or something that was only contemplated and never put into action they are here to tell the story! That is a great triumph and a step towards healing.

Who knows what the trigger may be which creates this downward spiral? It could be anything at all, a word, a conversation overheard, a scene, a memory. We are all individuals and we will all react in different ways to circumstances. If we put two people of like age, background, lifestyle in to a situation just because they have major similarities does not automatically mean that they will react the same. Society as a whole have no right to ‘judge’, what is required is education, not only for the sufferers but for their loved ones, their work mates and people in general. We ‘mental health sufferers’ do not advertise our illness and it is not like a broken limb where it is obvious to everyone. So often the most heartfelt cry I have heard is “They just don’t understand.”

Somehow, in some way, I hope that I can work towards raising the awareness of those whose paths cross mine. There are so many organisations out there who help not only the sufferers but those who are in their lives. Please, if you think someone needs help seek advice from those who are best equipped to assist you and in that way you can be of the best assistance to the sufferer. Who knows…you may just save their life.

Hidden Caves

Hidden Caves

I hate this place,
this hidden cave
This place I go
when I can’t cope

It cuts me off
from all I love
It cuts me off
from any hope

There is no light
Its dark in here
I don’t care
Don’t want to see

I cry my tears
While no one sees
These tears I cry
While no one cares

This pain I feel
I can’t explain
No one cares
Alone again

I push them away
They do not try
To stay around
And I know why

Not worthy of
Another’s love
Just poke and prod
And push and shove

I love this place
This hidden cave
Where I go when
It gets too much

Don’t bother me
Just stay away
Leave me alone
In my misery

Trish Johnston 9th December 2010

She…

She…

She sees you sit alone there
In the middle of the night
The glow of your cigarette
The only sign of life

She feels in you the anguish
Of a life not reconciled
The need that burns within
To set the wrongs to right

She understands your pain
As it reflects her own
For she could not provide
A safe secure home

She knows the images
Are burnt into your mind
The fear ever present
Of one so harsh and unkind

She feels that she has failed you
In a woman’s foremost role
To keep you safe and protected
Inside your own home

Though you are an adult now
And have children of your own
You choose to isolate yourself
And spend your time alone

Her hand reaches out to you
Though you are unaware
How she wishes she could tell you
Just how much she cares.

Trish Johnston 8th February 2014

Forget the Glass

Forget the Glass

There’s really no point looking in the bottom of a glass
The answers do not hide there for future present past
For a time you are anaesthetised from the searing pain
Momentary release that’s all, until it returns again

Memories are your enemy at least that is what you think
Though really it is the emotions to which those memories link
You struggle with them daily, never really knowing
When something will trigger you and set the emotions flowing

Experiences can rob you of very fundamental rights
Leave you feeling worthless with no strength to fight
They may take from you the belief that you can be safe
The ability to open up and allow love to take fears place

Trust is such a fragile thing which can be shattered with a word
Hope becomes what others have though to you it seems absurd
Dreams are never to be expressed for fear of ridicule
So in silent pain you sit, self-preservation the golden rule

There’s really no point now looking back into your past
Whether it was bad or good for now you have just one task
Seek that which will free you from your dark despair
Release that crutch that carries you though you don’t see it there

Life is meant for living, fulfilment yours to reap
It is okay to expect happiness, of love and beauty speak
You are allowed to dream, to let peace your angst replace
To believe in you and a wonderful life is yours to embrace

Trish Johnston 8th February