In Australia, 65000 people are directly effected by suicide each year.
7 people a day take their own life.
Think about that for a minute. That is double the road toll.
This initiative is all about reaching out to people around you and asking RUOK?
Trust your gut. If you think someone needs to talk, ask if they are ok.
Stop the little problems becoming bigger problems.
In the time it takes to drink a cup of coffee with them, you could change their life.
I am linking up with Gemma over at My Big Nutshell for RUOK? day.
I was going to write a post of my own, but asked hubby if he would like to say something.
I was thrilled when he said yes.
Our story starts HERE.
Please welcome, my darling husband Brett, and leave him lots of bloggy comment love!
One thing I have never had a problem with is words. Telling stores, making them up, whatever. I have never had any trouble coming up with just the right words and putting them in just the right order.
You would think that the one thing that controls you in one way or another - all day, every day - would be easy to put into words. For some odd reasons, not so much!
I'll have a shot.
It is difficult for me to pinpoint exactly when my "journey" began. Certain moments stand out. My first violent outburst. My first appointment with our doctor (my wife's idea of course). My first visit to my psychologist. My first trip to my psychiatrist. My eventual diagnosis and the beginning of the long road back to the "real" me.
Looking back now, it's hard to imagine who the real me really is. The me that I like is funny, witty, intelligent, creative and the life of the party. That version of me had gradually begun to fade away as I entered my 30's. I wasn't enjoying the things I loved. My self esteem, which had never been an issue, was approaching and all-time low. I was becoming an empty version of myself. I barely even noticed. I put it down to tiredness and getting "older". Those around me saw something more.
I would never have sought out the help on my own, but I was more than willing to accept it when it was offered. There was more at stake than just my health. I was a father with a young family. That was the big picture.
Sometimes all you might need to bring a spark of light to the darkness, to help you take that first scary-as-hell step on that long and winding road to recovery, is for someone, anyone, to put a caring hand on your shoulder and ask...
“Are you ok?”