Out of the Shadows 2022

 

Today, September 10th, is World Suicide Prevention Day, and the start of World Suicide Prevention Week.  I spend time in the dark places myself and know both how fast and easy the plummet to the bottom can be and how very hard it is to see the light at the end of the proverbial tunnel much less climb out again. 

Most of you know I do voluntary work with Lifeline Australia, a telephone crisis line.  Almost everyone who rings those lines with thoughts of suicide has at least a degree of ambivalence.  I, and all the other volunteers, will work on that ambivalence to keep the caller safe for the moment/the day and to help them see and consider other options.   Lifeline believes that suicide is often preventable and that the start of the journey to safety can be only a phone call away.  It is often a long and painful journey but should never ever be one that people feel condemned to walk alone.

Here in Australia suicide is still the leading cause of death for people aged under 44.  More people die from suicide each year than are killed on the roads.  Sadly the numbers of people we lose to suicide are rising again.  Which, given that I suspect suicide is under reported, is scary.

Not only does suicide take its toll on our young, there are other groups who are over-represented in its tragic ranks including (but not limited to) our indigenous population, the LGBTQI community, people with mental health issues, farmers, tradesmen, the unemployed, and the military.  Sadly we lose more of our military personnel (serving and veterans) to suicide than we do in the theatre of war.  While we still lose more men to suicide than women, the numbers of women who die to suicide is climbing (an equality I don't want). 

Our suicide rate isn't the highest in the world but the rate in Australia is above the World Health Organisation's (WHO) global average.

In 2011 Lifeline began  national suicide prevention walks - 'Out of the Shadows and into the Light'. The walks begin before dawn and continue into the growing light.  It remembers those lost and those bereaved by suicide, with an additional focus on raising awareness.  The symbolism of starting the walk in the dark and progressing into the light of a new day means a lot to me.  Some centres start their walk later (ten or eleven) to attract more people and publicity.  I can see why, but am glad that our walks start in the dark.

I don't think that all suicide is wrong.  However, it is such a final decision that I hope it is not the first option considered or tried.  And, as a solution to a temporary problem, I do think it is wrong.  Right or wrong it is always a tragedy.  A tragedy for the person who had, or believed they had, no other options and a tragedy for those they leave behind.  And the ripples from that tragedy encompass a lot of people.  Research shows that each time someone suicides, there are up to 135 people affected.  In addition there is strong evidence that if someone close to you dies by suicide your own chances of taking that path are dramatically increased.  

I couldn't attend the first walk, but have gone on all the subsequent walks. Last year covid cancelled the walk.  Sadly covid did nothing good for the numbers of people we lose to suicide.  

 

This year the walk was on again and started from the National Carillon. Queen Elizabeth II opened it more than fifty years ago and it sits on the recently renamed Queen Elizabeth II Island which was particularly poignant today after her death yesterday.  This morning I headed off again before dawn, grateful for the opportunity.The dread disease slows me down, ensures my gait is uneven and is painful.  The issue is much more important than I am.    So I walked.  Slowly just as I do every year.  Stopping to take photos.

There were brief speeches.  Some of the names those lost were read out - which I find moving.  No longer nameless, but identified and missed...  There was also an acknowledgement that there are names we do not know, which doesn't diminish their loss.

 

This morning we were also given a song.  A song written the talented performer and tagged as a favourite by someone later died by suicide in the studio in which it was created.

 

Tears were shed.  Tears were shared.

Come walk with me, through the cool dawn, into the hopeful light of a new day.

The empty chairs from other years have been replaced with candles to symbolise the light(s) lost.  Some people carried a candle with them as they walked. 

 

 

RU OK day is also celebrated in World Suicide Prevention Week.  A  simple question we should be asking family, friends and colleagues every day.

Some services and links which may be useful for Australian readers include:

Lifeline 1311 14

Beyond Blue

Suicide Call Back Service

Words for Wednesday 7/4/2022

 

This meme was started by Delores a long time ago.  Computer issues led her to bow out for a while.  The meme was too much fun to let go, and now Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast. 

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.  Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image.   What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...  We can use some or all of the prompts, and mixing and matching is encouraged.

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  I would really like it if as many people as possible joined into this fun meme, which includes cheering on the other participants.  If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.  And huge thanks to those of you who come back, sometimes time after time to cheer other contributors on.

The prompts will be here this month, but they are being provided by David M. Gascoigne

This week's prompts are:

• Happen
• Truck
• Hollow
• Daffy
• Tired
• Joke

 

and/or…..

 

• Relationship
• Nature
• True
• Home
• Aphorism
• Dragged

 

Have fun. 

 

Sunday Selections #597

 

 

 

Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files. 

Huge thanks to Cie who gave me this wonderful Sunday Selections image. 

The meme was then continued by River at Drifting through life.  Sadly she has now stepped aside (though she will join us some weeks), and I have accepted the mantle. 

 

The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to me. Clicking on any of the photos will make them embiggen.

 

I usually run with a theme. For the last couple of weeks we have had outings on Friday.  Last Friday I was given tickets to a musical 'Girl from the North Country' featuring the music of Bob Dillon.  It wasn't dreadful but if we had paid for the tickets we would have felt robbed.  Coming home we hit a pot-hole.  BANG!  A kangaroo startled by the noise bounded out in front of it.  We missed it by literally inches.  We were pleased (very) about that, but the pothole flattened a tyre.  We called the NRMA (National Roads and Motorists' Association) and had it changed, arriving home some two and a half hours later.  On the Monday when we took the tyre in to be fixed we discovered that the rim had been bent.  And when we went to have that fixed discovered that another rim had also buckled.  Sigh.  So we rang up to report the pothole.  There are so many about at the moment that the phone process has been streamlined.  Press two to report a dangerous pothole.  Another sigh.  Our free night out has cost $500 (and counting because a wheel realignment is on the cards).

Our next Friday outing was MUCH more successful.  We went to our National Museum to see another immersive art exhibition 'Connection:  Songlines from Australia's First Peoples.'  And were blown away.  As usual, many photos follow.  Perhaps too many for which I apologise.

Immersive it certainly was.  The artworks were displayed on the walls and the floor, interspersed with photos of our First People, and of the areas, flora and fauna from which the featured artist came.  And it was accompanied by music.  Indigenous music - again relevant to the artist on display.

There is still a Jazz (panther sized) hole in our home and our hearts but there is also room for beauty and wonder.  And I hope that all of you find both in your week(s) to come.