It’s the time to be jolly! To be shopping and having parties! To be planning food and festivities! To be dressing up and making merry! It’s a happy, happy, happy time of year for most people.
Yes. Sure. And everyone is welcome to it.
But at present I am unable to join in.
I am content to stand back from it. This is in-line with my feelings and I need to honour them. It is the most authentic thing to do.
As far as I am concerned, the inquest is approaching. I am not looking forward to it. It seems like a futile and painful process to go through….yet again.
When asked what he’d be doing for Christmas, a colleague didn’t sound terribly enthusiastic when he said, ”We’re doing the whole family thing … again!”. I wish I could.
I don’t envy anyone anything – money, good times, fame, happiness. Anything at all. On the contrary, I wish them well.
However, I do envy them the innocence of not loosing someone they love to suicide.
Suicide is a hideous curse. It is estimated that at least 60 people are deeply affected by every suicide.
I wish to eradicate this silent killer from this planet.
That is my wish for Christmas.