I’ve been a puppet, a pirate, a pawn and a king! At least it often feels that way. I was manager for a major luggage retailer, married, moved to Florida then divorced, and became a Paralegal for a large law firm. Too many billable hours for me and thus I jumped ship to help develop an Investor Relations Department for a major online retailer.
Fifteen years later, I married the man of my dreams and pre-retired to follow my lifelong goal to write. It was my vision to one day have a nationally syndicated column. Our world is ever-changing. The Weblog (BLOG) has huge impact on our lives. And yes, I’m searching and creating and moving into the blogging world.
Then my world fell apart. My husband of only a few months died via suicide. Heartbreaking, gutwrenching, trying to rebuild myself and heal. This blog has become somewhat of a forum. After all, it’s entitled “Speak Up!” and thus, I am following that phrase. I believe after all the research, support groups and counseling that the majority of people know little or nothing about the survivors of their loved ones completing, or even attempting, suicide. The statistics are enormous and we need to just open up about it, spread the information around rather than false rumors and gossip. If your body was hurting, if you were gravely ill with Cancer or another life-threatening disease, would you not seek out medical help? Then why shouldn’t we help ourselves and our loved ones seek out emotional help for depression and other related illnesses? We need to be more candid about this epidemic and that’s what I’m attempting to inspire others to do here.