A wondrous piece from our wonderful writer @LiyaMekonnen
I wish for my mother’s arms to hide me away. There is war in my country.
“Ema, is it going to be ok?”
She hugs me but Mother’s arms have lost their magic. They are now merely bones and muscles. Mother does not think it will be ok. She is just like me, scared. I wrap my own bones and muscles around her.
The hate and the fear we feel towards this cause of pain collides. Hate keeps fear from reacting and fear keeps hate from going away. The small cracks get bigger till the bridge to the other land breaks. Pieces, that is what we are left with.
I do not want to think about the new orphan searching for his mother among the red marked sleeping people on the ground. I do not want to imagine the wails of the wife of for her husband to come back. I do not want to think about her children wondering why mommy does not stop crying. A father’s world crumples after having lost his child and I am here.
How do I fit into all this horror? Where is a young girl like me placed in this horridness? Would it be that I could be soon holding Mother who had taken her last breath in my arms or she holding me in the end? It seems like a world divided in two.
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I wish for my mother’s arms to hide me away. There is war in my country.
“Ema, is it going to be ok?”
She hugs me but Mother’s arms have lost their magic. They are now merely bones and muscles. Mother does not think it will be ok. She is just like me, scared. I wrap my own bones and muscles around her.
The hate and the fear we feel towards this cause of pain collides. Hate keeps fear from reacting and fear keeps hate from going away. The small cracks get bigger till the bridge to the other land breaks. Pieces, that is what we are left with.
I do not want to think about the new orphan searching for his mother among the red marked sleeping people on the ground. I do not want to imagine the wails of the wife of for her husband to come back. I do not want to think about her children wondering why mommy does not stop crying. A father’s world crumples after having lost his child and I am here.
How do I fit into all this horror? Where is a young girl like me placed in this horridness? Would it be that I could be soon holding Mother who had taken her last breath in my arms or she holding me in the end? It seems like a world divided in two.
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@AYMIND
Mother and I release each other. I find my way into another room. My knees bend and fall to the ground from the fear I feel. My head bends down from the hope I have lost. How do I pray when I don’t know how to? How do you pray for something you have caused to stop? How do you pray when don’t believe you would?
I begin with a sentence and nothing after it.
“Have mercy!”
And then I cry. It started as a single drop to the floor. The gravity pulled from my chest and reaches to my belly. It opens the sphincter and the tsunami in my stomach pours out. The waves rise and splash inside me. I didn’t recognize my voice and I had begun to speak a language of mumbles and roars. I cried till I had nothing more to say and the sea had settled. Then I looked up with a blurry vision and I hugged myself waiting. I didn’t know for what but that I had to and I still am.
There is heaviness in me and it will slowly condense. It will leave space for hope to grow inside though it will never disappear. For that, I will work harder to do my part to build a better hive. The believe I have in change and energy I will put into it will overpower the fear and loss. I am part of the solution and that is how I fit in this hive.
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I begin with a sentence and nothing after it.
“Have mercy!”
And then I cry. It started as a single drop to the floor. The gravity pulled from my chest and reaches to my belly. It opens the sphincter and the tsunami in my stomach pours out. The waves rise and splash inside me. I didn’t recognize my voice and I had begun to speak a language of mumbles and roars. I cried till I had nothing more to say and the sea had settled. Then I looked up with a blurry vision and I hugged myself waiting. I didn’t know for what but that I had to and I still am.
There is heaviness in me and it will slowly condense. It will leave space for hope to grow inside though it will never disappear. For that, I will work harder to do my part to build a better hive. The believe I have in change and energy I will put into it will overpower the fear and loss. I am part of the solution and that is how I fit in this hive.
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@AYMIND
Fact:
Suicide is a major global public health issue, resulting in 800 000 deaths every year across the world. Pesticide self-poisoning accounts for 14-20% of global suicides and is particularly common in low-income and middle-income countries where small-scale farming enables easy access to highly hazardous pesticides.
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Suicide is a major global public health issue, resulting in 800 000 deaths every year across the world. Pesticide self-poisoning accounts for 14-20% of global suicides and is particularly common in low-income and middle-income countries where small-scale farming enables easy access to highly hazardous pesticides.
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Cracked pots
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water..
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.
The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?'
'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.'
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
SO, to all of my cracked pot sisters, brothers and friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
And send this to any or all of your Cracked Pot sisters, brothers and friends and see what a smile you will put on their faces.
@AYMIND
@AYMIND
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water..
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.
The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?'
'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.'
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
SO, to all of my cracked pot sisters, brothers and friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
And send this to any or all of your Cracked Pot sisters, brothers and friends and see what a smile you will put on their faces.
@AYMIND
@AYMIND
Forwarded from Think Different (Be Dek)
"It's okay if you were getting better but now you aren't. It's okay if today wasn't as great as yesterday. It's okay if your day didn't go the way you wanted it to. Recovery isn't easy. It's slow and there are sooo many obstacles, it doesn't happen over night. It will feel like you will never get better but that's your mental illness talking.
It does get better, it's just a very slow, long journey to that recovery and honestly you can do it. The biggest part of recovery is not giving up. I believe in You."
#SundayReminder
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It does get better, it's just a very slow, long journey to that recovery and honestly you can do it. The biggest part of recovery is not giving up. I believe in You."
#SundayReminder
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አሜሪካዊቷ በአእምሮ ህመም ምክኒያት ኦሎምፒኩን አቋረጠች
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አሜሪካዊቷ ጂምናስት ሲሞን ባይልስ ከዚህ በፊት በነበሩት ኦሎምፒኮች ብዙ የወርቅ ሜዳሊያዎች የሰበሰበች ጠንካራ ስፖርተኛ ናት። በዘንድሮው የቶኪዮ ኦሎምፒክ አሜሪካ ከሲሞን ብዙ ሜዳሊያዎች ትጠብቅ ነበር።
የሴቶች የጂምናስቲክ ፍፃሜ ውድድር ላይ የመጀመሪያ ሙከራዋ ጥሩ አልነበረም። ሲሞን ውድድሩን ከዛ በላይ መቀጠል አልፈለገችም። "ከፍተኛ ውጥረት ውስጥ ስለነበርኩ መቀጠል አልቻልኩም። ከውድድሩ ይልቅ የአእምሮ ጤናዬ ይበልጣል።" ብላ ጥላ ሄደች።
የአእምሮ ህመም ማን ላይ መቼ እንደሚከሰት መገመት አይቻልም። ግን የአእምሮ ጤና ከብዙ ነገሮች በላይ ትኩረት ሊሰጠው የሚገባ ነው። ሲሞን ለብዙዎች ምሳሌ ነሽ። ምን ያህል ጭንቀት ውስጥ እንደነበረሽ እንገምታለን። ቶሎ ወደ አእምሮ ጤንነትሽ እንድትመለሺ እንመኛለን።
ያለ አእምሮ ጤና፤ ጤና የለም!
ዶ/ር ዮናስ ላቀው
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አሜሪካዊቷ ጂምናስት ሲሞን ባይልስ ከዚህ በፊት በነበሩት ኦሎምፒኮች ብዙ የወርቅ ሜዳሊያዎች የሰበሰበች ጠንካራ ስፖርተኛ ናት። በዘንድሮው የቶኪዮ ኦሎምፒክ አሜሪካ ከሲሞን ብዙ ሜዳሊያዎች ትጠብቅ ነበር።
የሴቶች የጂምናስቲክ ፍፃሜ ውድድር ላይ የመጀመሪያ ሙከራዋ ጥሩ አልነበረም። ሲሞን ውድድሩን ከዛ በላይ መቀጠል አልፈለገችም። "ከፍተኛ ውጥረት ውስጥ ስለነበርኩ መቀጠል አልቻልኩም። ከውድድሩ ይልቅ የአእምሮ ጤናዬ ይበልጣል።" ብላ ጥላ ሄደች።
የአእምሮ ህመም ማን ላይ መቼ እንደሚከሰት መገመት አይቻልም። ግን የአእምሮ ጤና ከብዙ ነገሮች በላይ ትኩረት ሊሰጠው የሚገባ ነው። ሲሞን ለብዙዎች ምሳሌ ነሽ። ምን ያህል ጭንቀት ውስጥ እንደነበረሽ እንገምታለን። ቶሎ ወደ አእምሮ ጤንነትሽ እንድትመለሺ እንመኛለን።
ያለ አእምሮ ጤና፤ ጤና የለም!
ዶ/ር ዮናስ ላቀው