I no longer panic in benign situations and rarely have nightmares if at all. I can think of the bodies that fell and be completely calm. But thinking of the people who called Brooklyn Hospital, I am a hot mess. … Continue readingGrief, 20 Years After 9/11
Kate Spade a few days ago, Anthony Bourdain today. Hung by themselves. We tend to think that when people commit suicide, they are depressed. While depression may be a factor, in the moments before a person actually commits the act, feelings of depression may be relieved by the very-final decision. According to CBS News Ms. … Continue readingThe Other Side of Suicide
Do you ever see a person on the street and wonder if that person is suicidal? I often wonder this, and it is one of the reasons why I talk to strangers, including the homeless. Today, while walking Penny, I met a person who I will refer to as DM, short for some words that … Continue readingReaching a stranger (Stopping suicide)
Three posts in three days = struggling a lot. Having trouble concentrating at work. My thoughts keep turning toward some difficult events: losing my beloved friend who helped me after 9/11 to injuries from a car accident, having a miscarriage, and then learning about a potential co-parent’s desire for an abortion if the unborn child … Continue readingAlleviating Depression
There is much sadness along with the news of Robin Williams’ passing. He was one of my favorite comedians, one who seemed down-to-earth and well-liked in his neighborhood of Sea Cliff and around town in San Francisco. My co-worker, Chris, shares this: I don’t know how old I was, but I do remember filming this … Continue readingFarewell, Robin Williams
Today is a pasta and jar sauce day. That means my mind is so foggy and depressed, boiling pasta and heating up sauce is as much as I can handle in the food department. Even this came with difficulty as I nearly poured the sauce into the pot of boiling water. Twenty-two veterans commit suicide … Continue readingPasta Day
It’s a perfect day for riding. Temperatures in the high-70s, low-80s. The humidity is low, the sun is bright, and there are no clouds in the sky. But I did’t want to ride today. They say that PTSD gets worse before it gets better. Since arriving in San Francisco, I haven’t wanted to take off … Continue readingA Beautiful Day