WHEREAS, I would like to make this blog as close to a daily as possible; and
WHEREAS, Many of you have much experience with suicide, suicidal ideation, suicidality (both acute and chronic); and
WHEREAS, I am in a bit of a funk and am not inclined to get out of bed, let alone write something pithy and profound;
I propose that one or more of you SP (sick people) or FnF (Friends and family) or even one of TDHP (those damn healthy people) write today’s entry. Just enter it as a comment below. And, thanks in advance for helping me keep this project going through my little “crisis of the week.”
5 responses so far ↓
ideas2words // 14 August 2007 at 10:28 am
Don’t forget to read the guidelines!
http://ideas2words.wordpress.com/welcome-to-beyond-suicide/
ideas2words // 14 August 2007 at 10:36 am
A limerick* for your enjoyment, just in case no one submits a real entry:
There once was a boy full of bile,
Though he’d greet you with laughs and a smile.
He decided one day
That he’d jump in the bay,
But his meds kept him dry for a while.
(*Not technically in keeping with the constraints of traditional limericks, but how many people really know why?)
withserendipity // 14 August 2007 at 12:20 pm
This is a beautiful poem that I have found to be very meaningful. The poem is by Robert Frost.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
ideas2words // 16 August 2007 at 8:02 am
Thanks for the poem. I actually used to read this to my kids until they mustered the courage to tell me it was depressing. I guess it’s just the way I read it. The mood of the last bit always seems like grim resignation to go on living.
Vi // 24 August 2007 at 10:35 pm
Go back and read this entry again! For someone who is too depressed to get out of bed, you have your witty sense of humor intact. Hmmm. Lonely, I think yes. Lover or friend you need a distraction, but then don’t we all?
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