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“Double Dutch”, 1994, by Yinka Sonibare

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The word “suicide”

Once upon a time there was a word called “suicide”. It meant taking your own life, for a variety of reasons, caused by a variety of triggers. The word was one of the “hidden” ones, people didn’t like talking about it much, and society was kind of scared of it. Time passed, ages, and the year 2018 came. But not much have changed…. Only a few glimpses of light were making their appearance every once in a while.

And here’s my glimpse of light, about the word “suicide”…..

What a magical intro about a theme like that, right? Haha. We’re trying to get more familiar with the idea of suicide and mental health, and I like writing about these matters, because they are so taboo for many, and in reality they shouldn’t be, because they’re basically part of every day life. They’re not from another world, they’re here, they had always been here and they will be here for as long as the human mind will be here.

I have written aboout suicide in the past, about all the suicides of musicians and more known people, and how close to home they strike. But this one is different, more personal and an attempt to get some things straight about suicide.

You may be wondering if I’m a professional of mental health. No, I’m not. I’m just someone that had my share of problems with my mind in the past and I have done a lot of work with myself to reach the point where I am today.

Oh, here’s me, make up free as they say on social media, just taking a break of working a lot lately with my arts….

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I’m going through one of the best periods in my life so far, I love myself, I love the people around me, I’m super productive, I am the happy-go-lucky person I’ve been since I can remember myself, I’m dealing great with all the things that life brings, and many more.

But there has been a time when I was suicidal. I had suicidal throughts (aka suicidal ideations), I had a ton of thoughts when I had knives around me or in my hand. Once I had a migraine and thought “I should take a painkiller” and then my mind told me “you could take more than one, that’s the way you would kill yourself”. And I had my therapist make me have a list of three people that I would call if the thoughts were going to turn into actions. They never did, but it was a fight (well, a few fights) for them not to be realized.

(pause of writing, some tears, a smile)

This is one of the most difficult posts I have ever written and one of the most cathartic ones. And it makes me emotional, because I know the hell I have been through, how many good things I have managed to gain out of it and it makes me sad that I once wanted to hurt myself. I love myself, I have always loved myself, maybe not as much as I do now, but I did love me.

In my case the suicidal thoughts were caused (together with depression) by my then untreated OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, an anxiety disorder where your mind has so much anxiety that creates compulsions (like repeated actions) to deal with the anxiety). My mind had enough and the alarms started screaming at some point. I remember feeling so helpless inside my own mind and body, I remember not feeling like myself, even now sometimes it seems like that person going through all that wasn’t me. But, it was. The mind can talk nonsense sometimes. It’s kind of natural. But, this is why in case you don’t feel well, you should ask for help from the people around you and a specialist, a psychologist or a psychiatrist.

Being suicidal isn’t the easy way out. You go through rough times.

Being suicidal doesn’t mean you’re weak. Everyone’s mind has its limits and life can get taugh.

Being suicidal means that your mind and body tell you to take better care of yourself.

Being suicidal is something that can happen to anyone.

Being suicidal is not your fault, it may be nobody’s fault. Shit happens, there’s a solution to this shit, there always is.

Being suicidal isn’t something you should be ashamed of. Period.

Nowadays, sometimes, I pause and think how nice things there are and how grateful I am to still be here. Life isn’t always easy, but it’s interesting and full of great experiences and wonderful days, and color, and art, and beautiful things all around, and people, etc, etc.

A few words to you, that you might read this and be where I used to be:

It’s going to be ok. You can’t see right now, probably, but everything is going to be ok, and even better than just ok. You’re goind through some difficult times, totally normal. Pick up the phone and call a friend, a family member, a help line, a therapist, someone to talk to. Spill it out, you’re not feeling so good and you would like some help or just someone to talk to. Remember that your mind is messing with you and there’s a solution for it, called therapy, or medication, or a combo of them both. You have managed to realize that there is problem and that’s the first step, that’s really great. You’re an amazing human being that after a while you’re going to be an amazing survivor/fighter/hero. And I love you, I know what you’re going through and I can guarantee you that everything is going to be ok.

A few words to all of you, from me, a person that was suicidal and managed to deal with it and got over it:

Don’t judge. Me and everyone else that went through suicidal thoughts, are normal people. Each person has hers/his limits and each brain and body has its limits. And the human brain can take a turn for the dark sometimes, it’s something that can happen to anyone. You never know the baggage, the problems, that “inside story” of someone’s life, so keep an open mind. And help. And be there for those close to you that might going through hard times.

And one of the most important things f all, that I come though many times when I’m talking about mental health: don’t be sorry for someone with mental health problems or a past of suicidal thoughts. Many times, when I’m saying or writing parts of my story, I get so many “I’m sorry”s.

Well, I’m not sorry for myself (why should you be?), all I have been through made me who I am today and I’m very proud of it all.

Metamorphosis

 

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Today isΒ  the last day of the 3-week period of the Greek Halloween.

I’ve always loved dressing up, changing appearance, being someone else for a while, like playing a role. After all, I’m really into performing and I want to experiment with it in the future. So, it comes natural for me to like wearing costumes, and blings, and veils, and trinkety things.

But the thing is that this year I didn’t feel like dressing up at all. When I realized it, the first thought that automatically came to my mind was “this year I’m dressed like myself”. And I didn’t give it any more thought, until yesterday morning. When I woke up, I thought of one of my favorite lyrics, by Serj Tankian; “the beauty of a moth turned butterfly”. The word “metamorphosis” came after that.

Metamorphosis.

Insects go through metamorphosis, human genes go through metamorphosis (into time).

And people can go through it, metaphorically maybe, or maybe not. I’m not so certain about it, if it is metaphorical or not. Metamorphosis is evolution, change, and people do evolve, it is mainly an internal procedure. But if you change (evolve) as a person, if your mindset, some ideas, the way you see yourself/others/the world changes, change becomes a more physical thing. That’s when you start acting differnetly, make choices that you wouldn’t make before, even the way you live and move inside your own body can differ. This is metamorphosis. And now that I’m thinking about it again, it isn’t so metaphorical after all.

So, this year, I didn’t dress up. Because I have managed to be myself more than ever before in my life. I make this choice everyday.

And I feel confortable inside my skin right now, and I’m looking forward to the things that are going to come and the aspects of myself I’m going to discover.

I’ve been through metamorphosis and I’m still in the process of it. And this metamorphosis is enough for now.

I don’t need another costume.

 

Beauty found

I think I’m going to stop adding a number on “Beauty found” posts…! This supposed to be number 12, but this series of posts is about beautiful things I come across, randomly, so it can continue without numbers!

A little while ago, I came across this beautiful comic, which I loved and it made me burst into tears.

I know how it is to lose a beloved pet, and plus, I do believe that animals are better souls that humans!

This artwork is by @seebangnow.

Amazing work! β€οΈπŸ˜’πŸ•πŸ’€

Feel free to run grab a tissue….!