Mississippi Alliance To End Suicide Peer Group Meeting

11/03/2024

FEATHERS

I sent you a little white feather
I placed it right there in your way
I wrapped it in love with a message
to let you know you’ll be okay

I drew you a colourful rainbow
It followed your car for a while
I made a spectacular rainbow
I hoped it would show me your smile

I flew down a beautiful robin
It landed right there on your ledge
I prayed he would give you the strength
to push yourself back from the edge

I try every day to remind you
that I never did go away
the feathers, the rainbows, the robins
are my way of trying to stay.

🪶

11/02/2024

10/27/2024

📢🔊📢🔊📣📢🔊🔊

10/25/2024

— WHEN SOMEONE IS GONE—
When someone is gone,
you can bring them back,
for just a little while,
by talking them into life.
By painting a picture with your memories and your words,
breathing their essence back into existence,
for just a few moments.

When someone is gone,
you can see them again,
for a minute or two,
by being all the things they once were.
By allowing their best traits to filter through you,
shaping your words, your thoughts, and your deeds,
back out into this world.

When someone is gone,
you can feel them again,
for just a moment,
by playing their music,
and singing their favorite songs.
By giving yourself up to the notes that brought them alive,
once upon a time, it will again.

When someone is gone,
you can keep a part of them alive,
by giving the love you had for them a forever place in your life,
a forever seat at your table and a glorious chapter in your book.

Stories never die, and boy did they make stories with So many great memories

10/22/2024

Lately, I’ve found myself drifting away from activities and conversations that once held my interest.
There’s a growing fatigue in engaging with arguments and conflicts that seem increasingly pointless. It’s as if I’m looking for peace and clarity, but instead, I’m confronted with negativity and divisiveness that drain my energy.
I’ve started to prioritize my mental well-being, stepping back from situations that no longer serve me or spark joy.
This shift has allowed me to reflect on what truly matters to me.
I’m seeking deeper connections and experiences that resonate on a more meaningful level.
As I move away from trivial disputes and superficial engagements, I feel a sense of liberation.
It’s a journey toward understanding myself better and embracing what brings me genuine happiness, rather than getting caught up in the noise around me.

10/17/2024

💔💙💔
And, here we are
Surviving what we thought we never could.
We have days, weeks where it’s still
too much but we are doing it.
We are making it through, even if
we are crawling on our knees, here we are.

Grief pulls us into places we never thought we’d survive, places where even breathing feels like too much. There are days when the weight of it all presses down, and the idea of moving forward seems impossible. But somehow, we do. We keep going, even if it means crawling through the hardest moments, holding ourselves together with nothing but quiet bravery. And here we are, not whole, not the same, but still standing. Not because it’s easy, but because we’ve learned, in the hardest way, how to live with what we’ve lost.

10/17/2024

Imagine living with a scream inside you.
And the scream is yours.
And no one else hears it.
That is grief.
Imagine living with a scream inside you—a scream that is yours alone.
It’s loud, it’s piercing, and it reverberates through every part of your being.
And yet, no one else hears it.
Grief can make the world feel so distant.
You might be in the middle of a conversation,
but your mind is elsewhere, caught in that scream.
What does a silent scream even sound like?
What would it sound like if someone else could hear it?
Perhaps it isn't really a scream but a feeling
with sound, one so raw, so painful, so excruciating
that there are no words to describe it,
so it becomes a sound, a noise, a vibration
that rages through our entire body, screaming,
The scream of grief.

10/03/2024

I crave a gentle life.

I know what hell looks like already.
More harsh lessons aren’t necessary.
Give me soft evenings, sweet as chocolate.
Nights worn like wool.
Let’s laugh till we’re in tears,
alongside those who make loving us look easy.
I want to breathe in the air of everywhere I once dreamt of making memories.
Though my hardships have shaped me,
in beautiful and painful ways that I will forever be grateful for,
I want my days to be full and affectionate.
I want to be formless,
someone who flows and moves without worry.
Some days I’m water.
Others, I’m lava.
Both are real.
Both are me.
All versions of me are honest and necessary.
Who I am is safe when respected.
I’d rather be a great friend to a few
than an acquaintance to many.
I’d rather be widely accepting
than widely accepted.
I want to be the one that others know it’s safe to turn to.
I want to be the person who I needed all those years ago.
There’s a softness within me that wasn’t always there.
It grew from heinous places.
Cold, callous, remorseful places.
My softness is my greatest strength.
To not be hardened by the very things meant to break you, that’s what I’m most proud of.
Now, everyone near me gets my light.
This way we all shine.