Words for the Journey

 Every journey has a beginning, either by choice or circumstance.  Mine began in November, 2010. 

I was asked a very important question about suicide and people wanting to take their life so I thought I would expand on that here. I was asked “What would you say to a person if they were considering suicide, now that you know how it hurts? ”

The moon rises high in the skyThe day has come to an end.It’s time to dream of youMy thoughts to you I send. My love I miss you dearlyAnd think of you each dayAnd wish we were togetherIn more than just this way. I know you are with meWatching over me with loveYou're now my guardian angel

I read the words 'Survivor of Suicide' 'Survivor of death' alot. I don't consider myself a survivor of anything. Not while I live in the hell of death and loss. I did not survive that night, I died that night. The 'who' I was. I wish I was still that ignorant of what true pain and sorrow is. I wish I was still like others, going on with my life, clueless to what others are suffering.

Hi. I really don't know why I woke wanting to post a bit of my life here. Facebook is Fake book and I am tired of writing poetry. So here goes. I really don't expect a response.  

People will come into our Life at different stages and it can appear as a small glimmer of hope or happiness , while others just step in because they feel you are weak or broken.

This is a poem of loss and heartbreak.

Of course, death is an experience that is common to all mankind, an experience that touches all members of the human family. I already knew that when someone close to you dies, it really hurts, and that each person reacts differently.

How do I get rid of This continual pain? The grief that sears through me, The constant rain? I should feel happiness Joy and awe. But I don't feel anything Like that at all. My smile doesn't reach To the rest of my face The hopes for tomorrow Have now been erased. What do I do? How do I live

Reaching and clinging to Faith, as the anniversary date approaches. What can be said? It still feels the same and if possible it gets harder. Leaving the pain to rise with in me. How does one go forward when the heart feels like it's ripping inside. Time should allow the hurt to be felt less, but how do you ger past a day that almost makes you feel as your choking.

I never expected to make a documentary film about my family.  I didn’t think of myself as someone who had a story to tell.  My sister had died when I was ten years old and by that time her illness seemed pretty normal to me.  Aimee was diagnosed with leukemia when I was two years old, so I grew up always knowing my older sister was sick.   One of my earliest memories is

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