Today ain’t good, It ain’t good at all. Awakened by the horrifying news that a another beautiful, tormented soul had taken her own life. I didn’t know this girl, We however shared a playground, our kids a school, A young Mum who always appeared smiling, Proud & like she had her shit together.
A young mum who ultimately like many others put a face on, I put the same face on, many of you will too. Makeup, concealer, lippy it all add’s to the image, the disguise but it’s the battles of the brain that can never be seen externally.
Why didn’t I ask if she was okay? Should I have known? Should I have spotted any warning signs? Ultimately I don’t know but this Girls passing is so logistcally & mentally close to home.
Why? Why in 2020 are human beings minusing themselves from the equation that is Everyday Life. Why is a child waking up today without the mum who had her hair mastered with artistic precision. Why didn’t the help she obviously required get provided.
The NHS is stretched we all know it, We also know Mental Health services in this country are second rate at best – the employees are generally great by the way but waiting times & the fact that in 2020 l there is no A&E for Mentally Ill people to report to & recieve instant support other than a phone call by half arsed Harry telling you to have a bath or cup of tea, a f*cking cup of tea to drown out the commandments a suicidal brain blurts out like a Stephen King novel, aye that’ll do.
She was almost me, her child almost mines. It’s close to home, More must be done by all.
What can we do? Well we can reach out to our friends, check in, small gestures, be the oar that helps navigate the storm.
Rest in Peace you poor, poor soul x