Our community is in shock today
Another case of bullying
Another young life taken
Another family torn apart
Another teenage suicide
About 2 months ago a teenager called Erin Gallagher committed suicide
She was just 13 years old
She lived about half an hour from me
It was the second teenage suicide in as many weeks
Ciara Pusley another young girl died the week before
Both girls were being bullied
Both at school and over the internet
Erin's house and family had been targeted
Their property vandalised
I thought things couldn't get any worse
But yesterday as I was trying on shoes in a shop in town with my father, I heard the 11am news
I only caught a few words
Gallagher
Sister
Suicide
At first I thought I has heard wrong
I said it to my father but he hadn't heard
I sat for a moment trying to figure out what exactly I had heard
Then I heard 2 staff members talking
'Oh God, not her sister'
'Jesus Christ'
My heart dropped in my chest
We made our way back to the car to listen to the radio where it was confirmed
Erin's older sister Shannon had been found dead in a townland near her home
She had also committed suicide
She was 15 years old
I'm finding it really difficult to take in
And I can't imagine what the Gallagher family are going through today
Their world has been turned upside down and inside out
It's a tragedy to experience one suicide
But 2 in as many months
It is truly unthinkable
Shannon had made an emotional tribute to her sister at her funeral
She was devastated by her sisters death
It's so unbearably sad to think that she felt she had to do the same thing
Two beautiful young girls
They should be living the best years of their lives
But now they are gone
And their families are left to pick up the pieces
Bullying is a subject that is close to my heart
I've written about it before so I won't go in to detail but I have experienced bullying at home, in school, in work and even in hospital
I couldn't understand why I seemed to attract these bullies like a magnet so I started to believe that there was something wrong with me
That I was useless
Worthless
Not worth caring about or loving
Bullying wears you down over time
I felt scared
I felt alone
I felt helpless
It knocks any shred of self confidence you ever had
And stamps all over your self esteem
And especially when you are a teenager and all you want to do is fit in
Be one of the 'gang'
At that age your peers are your whole world
If you are not part of the 'cool' crowd then your life is pretty much a misery
And that age it's almost impossible to look to the future
It's hard to see that things could ever get better
Sometimes suicide is the only option we can see
We want the pain to stop
We start to believe that people would be better off without us
That we are just a burden
That no one would even miss us when we're gone
It's the only way out we can see
But something about this case makes me think that there might have been more to the story
More than bullying
What I don't know
It's just a feeling
Suicide has been on my horizon for a long time
It's my plan B
If life doesn't work out, then it's my other option
I would describe it as a passive deathwish
I don't actively seek it out but I welcome it if it happens
I remember when I was getting clean off drugs I made a deal with myself
I would give recovery a shot for 6 months and if things didn't get better by then I would kill myself
As strange as it sounds, that kept me going
Knowing that I could end it all at any time gave me some comfort
But now that I am a bit older, I'm more aware of the effect my suicide would have on my family
It would literally break them
It might be the end of my pain but it would open up a world of hurt for them
And I guess that's as good a reason as any not to do it
The Gallagher family are now facing in to Christmas without 2 of their precious daughters
I can't even begin to imagine the pain they are in
It doesn't bear thinking about
It makes me think about my own situation
As much as I am struggling, I have a lot to be grateful for
I have my family
As much as they drive me nuts sometimes, I love then and wouldn't change them for the world
If love could get me well I would've got well a long time ago
I'm grateful for my (relative) health
I'm grateful for my 2 dogs who have saved my life over and over again
I'm grateful to have a roof over my head
A warm, dry bed to sleep in
Food in my fridge
Clothes in my wardrobe
I have an amazing trip to look forward to
A wonderful therapist
And you
You have shown me unwavering support and for that I am eternally grateful
As much as I am going through I wouldn't change places with anyone
My life is far from perfect but I wouldn't have it any other way
If you are struggling today, remember you are not alone
Reach out to someone
Ask for help
Don't suffer in silence
There is help
There is hope
There are people who will listen
So today please keep Erin and Shannon in your thoughts
And all the other victims of suicide
Erin and Shannon I hope you are at peace now
Take care of each other
You won't be forgotten
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Friday, 14 December 2012
Wednesday, 12 December 2012
Christmas First Aid Kit!
Christmas is fast approaching
I know a lot of us will struggle at this time of year
So it's important that we stick together over the next few weeks
Be there for another
Support each other
We know exactly what each other is going though
We know how to help
We know what to say
Because we going through it too
We may be miles and oceans apart
But we are all connected through the common thread of our illness
So if you are dreading this Christmas know that you are not alone
We are all here for you
Remember to be kind to yourself
Remember to be gentle with yourself
Remember that you are strong
That you can get through it
Remember that you can eat and not feel guilty
You can enjoy yourself and not feel self conscious
You can live life on your terms
You can live without anorexia or bulimia
In fact life will be better
Remember that you are strong
Stronger than the demons that plague you
They will get tired some day and give up
On Christmas day remember not to put pressure in yourself
To just do what you feel comfortable with
Remember it is just another day
And it's only 24 hours
We can do anything for 24 hours
Remember that you are precious
That there is only one of you
You can never be replaced
You are unique
Remember that you can do anything
Anything you set your mind to
We won't be beaten by our demons
We are stronger than them
You deserve to be happy
To be well
To live the life you've always dreamed of
Remember that you are loved
Monday, 10 December 2012
Help!
I'm sorry
All I can say is I'm sorry
I'm failing miserably at recovery
I feel like I'm letting everyone down
This has been building for the last couple of weeks and came to a head this weekend
I saw Mary on Friday morning
I was going to cancel so I wouldn't have to be weighed but I need all the support I can get before I go away so I went
I hadn't been weighed in 2 or 3 weeks
And in those weeks I was convinced that I had put on 3 - 4 kilos
I felt bigger
I felt like there was more of me
That I was taking up more space
And of course the mirror tells me that I am fat
I would have staked my life on the fact that I had put on weight
So Mary weighed me but I didn't look
She spent half an hour talking me in to hearing the number and I finally relented
My heart thumped in anticipation
I was dying to know but I also couldn't stand to know
'You haven't gained Ruby'
'In fact you've lost'
What the?
After the initial shock, relief flooded through my body
I couldn't actually believe it
How could I have got it so wrong?
But then I've never been good at judging my own weight
It just goes to show that I can not trust the way I feel
Or the mirror
Or even my own eyes
Would I like to lose more weight?
Yes
In my head I am fat no matter what the scale says
The cruel thing about this illness is that we never get to enjoy the one thing that we crave the most because we never believe we are thin enough
Trying to shake this thing is harder than I ever imagined
This eating disorder just won't seem to let me go
Or rather I won't let go of it
It's like a poison invading my body and mind
Mary says that I will get out of therapy what I put in
I do want to get well
Or more like I want to want to get well
There is a girl I used to meet when I was walking my dogs
She was extremely thin and power walked up and down the beach
I would meet her everyday rain, hail or shine
Then all of a sudden she disappeared
I often wondered what had happened to her
Did she get better?
Did she finally get tired of pounding the pavement everyday?
Did she die?
I hoped and prayed that she was in recovery
But then on Friday while I was walking my dogs in the pouring rain I saw a familiar figure walking towards me
It was her
As thin as ever
I wanted to run up to her and wrap her in a hug and tell her that I know what she is going through
That I know exactly how she feels
The sick part of wants to join her
All these things have massively triggered me
I binged and purged my way through Friday like it was going out of fashion
But I'm ashamed to say that I haven't eaten since Saturday
Every minute of every day is filled with thoughts of
'Will I eat?'
''When can I eat?'
'What can I eat?'
And then eating nothing
I have to admit that those old feelings came flooding back
The emptiness
The power
The control
The lightheadedness
The anorectic in me is having a ball
But in my heart I know that this is wrong
It's wrong
I hate it but I love it
I don't want it but I want it
I want to stop but I can't
I know that it's wrong but it feels good
I feel hugely guilty
It feels like when I used drugs when I was supposed to be clean
The butterflies in my tummy
It's terrifying but thrilling
My behaviours are all over the place
Abusing my meds again
Barely leaving the house
Shoplifting
Lather, rinse, repeat
I swear if I put as much as much energy in to recovery as I do in to my illness I would be well on my way
I know what I need to do but fear and anxiety keep me paralysed
I sat in the living room last night
It was dark apart from the twinkling Christmas lights that I put up the day before
I would've cried if I wasn't so numb
I don't know where to go from here
Help
Please
All I can say is I'm sorry
I'm failing miserably at recovery
I feel like I'm letting everyone down
This has been building for the last couple of weeks and came to a head this weekend
I saw Mary on Friday morning
I was going to cancel so I wouldn't have to be weighed but I need all the support I can get before I go away so I went
I hadn't been weighed in 2 or 3 weeks
And in those weeks I was convinced that I had put on 3 - 4 kilos
I felt bigger
I felt like there was more of me
That I was taking up more space
And of course the mirror tells me that I am fat
I would have staked my life on the fact that I had put on weight
So Mary weighed me but I didn't look
She spent half an hour talking me in to hearing the number and I finally relented
My heart thumped in anticipation
I was dying to know but I also couldn't stand to know
'You haven't gained Ruby'
'In fact you've lost'
What the?
After the initial shock, relief flooded through my body
I couldn't actually believe it
How could I have got it so wrong?
But then I've never been good at judging my own weight
It just goes to show that I can not trust the way I feel
Or the mirror
Or even my own eyes
Would I like to lose more weight?
Yes
In my head I am fat no matter what the scale says
The cruel thing about this illness is that we never get to enjoy the one thing that we crave the most because we never believe we are thin enough
Trying to shake this thing is harder than I ever imagined
This eating disorder just won't seem to let me go
Or rather I won't let go of it
It's like a poison invading my body and mind
Mary says that I will get out of therapy what I put in
I do want to get well
Or more like I want to want to get well
There is a girl I used to meet when I was walking my dogs
She was extremely thin and power walked up and down the beach
I would meet her everyday rain, hail or shine
Then all of a sudden she disappeared
I often wondered what had happened to her
Did she get better?
Did she finally get tired of pounding the pavement everyday?
Did she die?
I hoped and prayed that she was in recovery
But then on Friday while I was walking my dogs in the pouring rain I saw a familiar figure walking towards me
It was her
As thin as ever
I wanted to run up to her and wrap her in a hug and tell her that I know what she is going through
That I know exactly how she feels
The sick part of wants to join her
All these things have massively triggered me
I binged and purged my way through Friday like it was going out of fashion
But I'm ashamed to say that I haven't eaten since Saturday
Every minute of every day is filled with thoughts of
'Will I eat?'
''When can I eat?'
'What can I eat?'
And then eating nothing
I have to admit that those old feelings came flooding back
The emptiness
The power
The control
The lightheadedness
The anorectic in me is having a ball
But in my heart I know that this is wrong
It's wrong
I hate it but I love it
I don't want it but I want it
I want to stop but I can't
I know that it's wrong but it feels good
I feel hugely guilty
It feels like when I used drugs when I was supposed to be clean
The butterflies in my tummy
It's terrifying but thrilling
My behaviours are all over the place
Abusing my meds again
Barely leaving the house
Shoplifting
Lather, rinse, repeat
I swear if I put as much as much energy in to recovery as I do in to my illness I would be well on my way
I know what I need to do but fear and anxiety keep me paralysed
I sat in the living room last night
It was dark apart from the twinkling Christmas lights that I put up the day before
I would've cried if I wasn't so numb
I don't know where to go from here
Help
Please
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