It can be hard to ask for help. We can feel like we don’t deserve it, that we should suffer in silence, that we somehow deserve the pain we are going through… It’s nonsense.
A Friend’s Mother’s Last Words: My good friend, Laura Skilbeck, kept a note of what her mother said during her final moments. Like many people who have read it, I felt the need to share it.
I wake up,
And forget how miraculous that is,
For today could be The Day,
I don’t go to bed;
I was with you when you received the news,
I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye.
“He nearly died. And now there’s something wrong with his brain.”
How amazing would it be,
If the stars only came out once a year.
“What did you get for Christmas?”
The teacher was going around the classroom.
Shadows of non-being,
The addictive past
You consider the dark years to be from 17 to 21. You were full of uncertainties, insecurities, self-doubt, angry ambition, and pain.
Your grandad died when you was 12. It was the summer holidays, and surprisingly you do remember the sun.