I have been really bad about taking time to just relax, write, and just be me lately. I’m always worried now-a- days.
The entire world is worried right now with this crazy pandemic. My sister and I respectfully insisted our mother quit her job. She has stage 4 COPD, and was a cashier at Walmart. So really, there was no way in hell we were letting her go back.
I’m glad it wasn’t too difficult to convince her to quit because man, it would have gotten ugly. She couldn’t get by me anyway, I’m twice her size. Plus she can’t breathe.
Easiest fight ever…
Other than surviving this pandemic, my focus has continued to be on my grief and how to manage the incredibly invasive thoughts and memories flooding my brain on a constant basis.
I made a video about me, Jason, and his suicide. It was difficult to make, but oddly therapeutic. I posted it on Facebook, and at first I was really nervous about that. I was surprised that I was met with such compassion and understanding. I would like to share it with you all now.
My goal is to bring more awareness of the effects of mental illness and suicide to save lives. Please share this.
**Tip: View in fullscreen and turn up the volume. The song should have played at his funeral, it’s what he wanted.