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Post by adadio on Mar 10, 2019 23:39:01 GMT
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shar8
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Post by shar8 on Mar 11, 2019 14:00:30 GMT
Alex - thank you for so openly sharing these experiences in such a poignant way. The pain you describe is something so difficult to understand, unless we have experienced the suicide of a loved one. I particularly liked your imagery of the attic within your brain and the "squatters" there. The flood of emotions and all you have done to better understand them, demonstrates clearly all the courage you have to seek help and try to understand something that seems beyond comprehension. Your description of your father at your sister's funeral is particularly heartbreaking. That scene and your reactions to his eyes and all that they held will stay with me for a very long time. Thank you for your writing gift and for openly sharing it with us.
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Post by lynneheins on Mar 14, 2019 18:27:36 GMT
Alex, Session3
An astounding piece! Have you written about this before? I am sure you have, and each time the emotion is the same, but different expression. I would have liked more about the crystals. Initially when you mentioned them was in a long list where you listed ways you’d used to reduce stress/emotion: talk therapy, meditation, crystals, chocolate. I must admit my mind slipped because that word I associate with drugs, and I had not expected that. I think you could use the crystals in other places because they have both color and texture characteristics. They seem to mean a lot to you. Also, sitting in the window they must really vary in color and impression depending on the weather and time of day. I do not know where you could embed more about them but I see the possibility there. Do the crystals bring you solace? Reflection? A positive thing?
I like how on page 3 you talk about 99%, NO 1% etc. That is how people share something when they are being perfectly honest. It’s like saying something and then erasing it to be more honest, accurate. I’d like to try that in my writing.
Lynne
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Post by maura on Mar 16, 2019 20:42:54 GMT
Alex, I really appreciate your honesty about such a difficult subject that's very hard to understand unless you have some experience with it. There's so much beauty and sadness in your piece, and you also honor your deceased loved one's memory while being honest about them. I particularly like your metaphor about the "suicide room" in "the attic" of your brain. It illustrates the coming and going of various emotions well, and how it's hard to control them. Also, " And the thought that people believe they are hiding but flows out of them like Rosé at a bachelorette party…
“Are you next?” really struck me. Great image. At first I thought how rude and insensitive people can seem. But there's a fear (of death) and lack of understanding that could drive this. Sensitive people often carry the burden. I have know (too many) people who committed suicide, and I'm not entirely certain, but I do think they internalized a burden far too much. Your piece really made me contemplate shame and how we process it.
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linz
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Post by linz on Mar 25, 2019 19:41:52 GMT
Alex, I am grateful you wrote this honest piece. And I admire your strength. And I'm sorry for your loss. I understand about having squatters living in one's head. I lost a close friend and her son in 2016. I spoke to her days before their death and she mentioned her disappointment to still be alive after several attempts to die. She was a beautiful warm woman who had a job which took its toll on her emotionally. I relate to your feelings of shame and frustration/helplessness. Your Dad's red rimmed eyes are a memorable image. I enjoyed reading about the ways you keep yourself healthy. These losses are major and for me self-preservation is a bigger priority than ever. Thanks for your thoughtful writing.
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linz
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Post by linz on Mar 25, 2019 19:43:28 GMT
Alex, I am grateful you wrote this honest piece. And I admire your strength. And I'm sorry for your loss. I understand about having squatters living in one's head. I lost a close friend and her son in 2016. I spoke to her days before their death and she mentioned her disappointment to still be alive after several attempts to die. She was a beautiful warm woman who had a job which took its toll on her emotionally. I relate to your feelings of shame and frustration/helplessness. Your Dad's red rimmed eyes are a memorable image. I enjoyed reading about the ways you keep yourself healthy. These losses are major and for me self-preservation is a bigger priority than ever. Thanks for your thoughtful writing.
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