I'm sure, you all know the touching stories about people who were trying to commit suicide, but, just before this final act, they met someone kind who told them not to do so...
And how many people did NOT meet such person?
I didn't.
I am invisible with my problems. Just as many other people are.
We shouldn't be deluded - vast majority of population not only has little awareness about mental health problems, but they are not even interested in increasing their knowledge or empathy. We are alone.
And I think that it is huge mistake to wait for someone who could help us. It is waste of time. Moreover, this attitude may lead us to making our condition even worse.
I didn't kill myself only for one reason - Faith. I believed in God and I entrusted Him... But the example of my grandmother showed me that sometimes it is not enough. There is something missing that I should have given myself. And this one thing is God's gift: a talent.
If I feel badly - I write.
If I have problem that seems to be unbeatable - I write.
If someone hurts me - I write.
My late uncle, while fighting with certain issues, was baking the cakes (and they were delicious).
And everyone should find this one thing that become our anchor keeping us safe and alive.
