I’m not sure how to put this into words. How do you cope with knowing a friend has killed herself? Why did she feel compelled to do that to herself? To her family? What will her widowed husband do now? What of the children? They are going to grow up knowing that they were not enough to keep her going.
On the note of death and suffering, I refuse to even think of what has been happening in Israel and Gaza. It’s so far beyond my comprehension, and there is nothing I can do to change what is happening there.
I’m stunned at how my day has changed course. I woke up to brilliant sunshine, and enjoyed proper coffee in bed, did lots of housework and then called my family. In the course of those calls my mindset has totally changed.
I’m sorry this particular post has been so bleak, but I had to put the words down somewhere, if only to stop them going round and round inside my head.