A few days ago while watching the news, I saw a picture of a woman breastfeeding. Not only was she feeding her child (in the most natural way possible) she was also wearing a fireman uniform. Confused yet? The uniform belonges to her husband but it was art nonetheless. The woman was not exposed and her face was towards her infant….
Now I can image why some, rather a few people my have a negative connotation about this but to consider suspending the new father without pay! What are they really trying to say here? That it is wrong to commit to a new life while supporting and honoring one that could be taken any moment.
I have an opinion about this photo. What is yours? Please share, all comments welcome.
The other night, I made the decision that my life was not important. In spite of those I would hurt, I also believed it would benefit them.
A handful of blue pills. Waterless. A concerned friend. My witness. Is this how I leave this place I call home?
Ready to find out I test my limit. Opposing opposition….defying integrity. This vessel will cease to exist and my soul will be free. Is this what people feel when life abuses them? I was in those shoes for the first time and it’s scary.
The effect is still not real. I should not be writing you today. But to make an attempt to take your own life makes you a different person. And I feel all those before me did not want to go (leave their loved ones) but they decided it was too hard to live. It may be a selfish act to some. But I understand now that a life lived that you feel is not your own, why stay? Change is not for everyone. And there are many situations that cause people to do it. Suicide however is not just a cry for help, it’s avoiding change. Something has become so unbearable that you decide to end your existence. The result in what these victims go through changes who they are because as a person they feel defeated. Chaos is inevitable but in the midst of it, you shape your identity. And when you feel the shape (foundation) that made you who are is altered; and not by your own hand. What power do you have?
As a victim of this, I understand. And because my attempt did not work I must face the change that follows. I must accept that I am a different person and the old me…died that night.