Wednesday Wishes, A Day Late
I know it’s actually Thursday today…barely. It’s been a long week of no sleep, very early mornings, and generally feeling out of it. I have to be honest, as much as I want to say that I’m starting to fully feel settled here, there’s a lot of things still standing in the way of that. We have hit snags in house hunting and setting up bank accounts, and I have yet to find myself in a rhythm of getting things crossed off my to do list, blogging, and finding any time for myself / reading / taking a bath etc yet. I am sure I will get into a pattern soon. But between that, the general fatigue of pregnancy, and Bug’s weird (non)sleeping patterns of late, it’s proving a little difficult. I’ve missed a few regular linkups that I typically join, but I will try to do my best to catch up and hopefully get back on track in the next week or two.
I’m going to be honest, because I feel like that's important for this outlet – I feel a lot of sadness this week. Often I have a few days every month or two of feeling a bit like the weight of the world is resting on my shoulders. It doesn’t last for long, and crying is often the best catharsis for it, but I haven’t found a quiet place/time to myself to just let the tears out and regroup. So it is still weighing on me today, which perhaps is appropriate. This week feels like a week of remembrances and sorrow.
This week is National Suicide Prevention Week, and yesterday was World Suicide Prevention Day. A difficult topic, a difficult thing to understand – and so preventable in many ways. So few people who need help, get it. And each and every life lost to suicide is a tragedy. I wish that we would all have our eyes and ears opened to anyone who is hurting and needs help. I wish that the world would be kinder and gentler, and that bullying and shaming would end. I wish that depression would stop holding such a stigma and people would feel more comfortable talking about it and finding ways to manage it. I wish for everyone who is having suicidal thoughts, that they would find the help that they need, and a support base around them. “No one else can play your part.”
Yesterday was also the funeral for a young police officer who was tragically shot and killed last week in my hometown. He was the first officer killed in the line of duty here since the 1950’s and his funeral procession was a truly sorrowful event to witness. Thousands of officers from the area, surrounding areas, and even other states and Canada came to pay their respects, to show their support for his family and to stand with their fellow officers. It was beautiful, and so heartbreaking - he was only 32 and had a young family. I wish that our city would not be marred by such senseless violence again. I wish that his family would feel the support and the love of the city behind them. I wish that we would find a solution to violent crime and stamp it out altogether.
And today is the 13th anniversary of 9/11…. Such a jarring time in our lives – and has had such long-lasting effects on the fabric of this country. I was in university at the time, and many of my friends and dorm-mates were from Manhattan and Long Island. Many people I know lost family members and friends in that tragedy. Many who weren’t lost were later afflicted by illness, and all were overcome for a long, long time with the horrendous grief that remained with the survivors. My heart aches every year for the families, widows, and friends of each of the victims. I wish that we will never forget the thousands of people who died on this day. I wish that we eventually live in a world where ‘terrorism’ is an affliction of the past only. I wish for peace, and love, to envelop our world and become the roots underneath us all.
None of these wishes are simple. But that doesn't keep me from wishing them, with my whole heart, and praying that someday we will see them come true.
Linking up with Love the Here and Now.