We all have them. Sometimes they are the driving force, making us think that there is no alternative. They come in a huge variety and can be wonderful or truly horrible. I’ve been at the mercy of mine for the past couple of weeks — or if I’m being really honest — for the past month or so.
Last week was the twentieth anniversary of Kelly’s death. A time of the year where we are flooded with memories — both good and bad. We stop to remember the past when Kelly was alive and active in our family. Hindsight has us thinking that any time we spent with her was great, yet once again if we are honest then there were times — particularly in the last few months of her life that were very difficult.
Every year I seem to say the same thing when I realise that’s why I’ve been so emotional, it’s because her anniversary is approaching. Usually I don’t realise until the day is close, and it is always a relief to recognise the reason I get teary at the drop of a hat. Then I tell myself that it is okay to be this way because I have very good reason for it. I can’t control it but I can choose to go with the flow and accept.
It brings to mind those who are struggling at the moment because of the restrictions that have been placed on them due to Covid-19. People who are quarantined, stuck in their homes feeling powerless and out of control. Fighting to maintain some sort of order in their lives. The reality is that our lives are very different to they way they were in January and even February this year. And sadly there have been suicides as a result.
It can be very difficult to admit that you need help, and that may only be in the form of a conversation. Some people cannot ask, so if we all make some effort to keep in touch with family, friends and even colleagues in this time then we may make a difference. To show that someone cares enough. There is the catch cry that we are all in this together, and although it’s true, even if sometimes it seems a bit trite to say it.
Years ago I came to the realisation that as I was going to be emotional anyway when Kelly’s anniversary approached, then I may as well own it and accept it. So I’ve learnt to accept that from late June through July to that date in August there will be an excess of emotion. But I choose to accept it and allow it. Somehow since I did that, it is much easier to manage. I stopped berating myself for being a sook, and I seem to be able to return to my normal much quicker.
So get out your phone and pick a name from your contact list., Call them and whilst you may not ever know, it may be the call that saves their life.
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