The holiday season is not always a joyful time for everyone, and I have been moved to remind people that there is help. I wanted to remind those that feel terrible and feel that there is no help out there that people do care. The Suicide Prevention Hotline is 1-800-273 – 8255. It is free of charge. The number for deaf and hard of hearing is 800-799-4889. https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/.
Please don’t be afraid to ask because there are times that we all need help, and there is no shame in it! Let me tell you that I have had some bad times. Years ago, a doctor told me that there was little that could be done for me – that my body was was 60 years old, while I was still in my 30’s. My Cerebral Palsy was only going to get worse, and I felt that I was only going to be a burden to my family. However, there is hope on the other side and I am living proof because I decided to prove that doctor WRONG!! But, it took me digging through and out of a dark hole to reach that other side!
Is normal being hurtful and rude?
Is it being thoughtless and crude?
Is it living in fear of losing all we hold so precious and dear?
Is normal feeling ready to constantly burst into tears?
God, give me a new meaning of the word normal,
Help me to be more friendly, compassionate and informal.
Give me faith to conquer the tears I can so easily weep,
And God give everyone a heart full of grace and love to keep,
Remind me and the rest of us that You are here,
ready to wipe away each and every tear!
I was watching TV today and saw this segment came on called Not 1 More. It is/was about reaching out to those who are addicted. There is a terrible drug pandemic. Heroin is being mixed with elephant tranquilizer these days. But, the people that run this program have gotten off this horrible road and want to help others onto a better path. Life is tough, but it can hold so many beautiful blessings too.
Not 1 More Overdose
Not 1 More Lost Spirit
Not 1 More Grieving Heart.
I was once lost desperately lost,
Lonely and sad because I felt unworthy to be loved
Life was full of tears; too hard to climb above
The pit of dark despair that I found myself in
But I was not to deep to be found, a hand came down