For those who are alone this weekend…

I know how it feels to be all alone. Depression and mental illness puts you there no matter how hard you want to fight it. Especially on holidays. I’ve included some images for you so you don’t lose hope…

Here’s some sunshine to help peak through your darkness…

Some sea glass because even though you’ve been broken, you’re still beautiful…

Some rocks for strength because you stand up against the crashing waves of life…

Some iron for your will power. And even though we “rust”, that shows our character.

Please share this with our friends who may need encouragement this weekend.

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Weekend Inspiration [Scripture]

Hi folks. It’s good to have you. If you haven’t already, I invite you to visit my Faith for Hope section of the site. The verses, stories, posts, and quotes have given me hope through my clinical depression, the weekend, and when Specter claws his way out of the shadows. They also provide hope and strength through recovery from my suicide attempt.

I pray for your peace and courage as you walk through your own dark valleys. He is there and will provide for you according to His will.

-Chris

What verses or quotes help you through YOUR struggles? Please share them with us.

 

Wanted to share our beautiful beach day with you.

Praying that your weekend is a safe and calm one. If you’re having a rough time through your valley, these pictures of sunshine are for your hope my friend.

-CL

 

The Haunting of Weekends.

Hi there. My name is Chris. I am a survivor of suicide and live with clinical depression. I often mention Specter who is the personification of my depression.  Thank you for taking the time to read this post and to be with me on my journey…our journey.

Question: How have you learned to survive through your weekends?

Specter has a cousin and her name is Weekend. This twice removed cousin hasn’t visited for years but I remember the horror just the same. I had just separated in my marriage, was living in a new apartment with just my business clothes, laptop, and a sleeping bag.

The Monday-through-Thursday ramping up of worry.

The Friday night dread of falling asleep and waking up crying on Saturday.

The Saturday morning realization of waking up at 5:00…4:30…4:00…3:00 am with anxiety, loneliness, fear, hurt, and desolation.

Full of gloom.

No hope.

All doom.

Saturday morning through Sunday afternoon She stayed ever present. Morning was my crucible; Weekend’s disfigured child that accompanied Her…was attached to Her. Like some 1943ish sinister Siamese twin experiment.  I was awake with a cocaine-like charged
pulse hours ahead of the rest of the outside world.  Just Weekend. Morning. And Me.