Life & Death

Months ago, I was sent a letter which involved me having to give blood. I hate needles. I didn’t read the letter properly, but decided to ignore it when I realised it involved giving blood. Did I mention I hate needles? In fact, I am scared of them. I hyperventilate and/or have panic attacks when I even so much as see one. Crazy, huh?

Yesterday morning, I went to the doctor to have a cervical screening with the nurse (regular check up), who then looked at my records, and noticed that I had not responded the letter. Anyway, she asked me if I would like to be booked in, so I reluctantly agreed.

This morning I went, and although I had to give blood and did a jig or two whilst trying to avoid the needle, I am so glad I did. It turns out, I was selected for a clinical trial to save lives. I cannot begin to express how pleased I am to take part in this. I just wish there was a bravery sticker and a lolly pop at the end!

Upon leaving the doctor’s surgery, there was a funeral procession. Instantly, my heart went out to the deceased family and friends. As I walked past, I thought how odd it was that I was just coming from an appointment to help save lives, but was met with death immediately after.

In the event of my death, my organs will be donated. Something which took me many years to decide upon, but eventually agreed to some years ago. If I can save a life or two (or three), is that not a wonderful gift to give?

We live in a beautiful world, but are currently living in very dangerous and trying times. Even so, if we all give a little, and do a little good for one another, it may only be a small step, but it is still a step closer, nonetheless, in trying to make the world a better place.

Peace and love ❤ .

She Was Pursued by Her Partner

Yet another article I have come across relating to Domestic Abuse/Violence. Yet more children, who no doubt, witnessed if not all, then some of the abuse.

The coroner said Miss Fothergill was involved in a “violent and volatile relationship” with partner Stephen Wakefield, causing her mental health to deteriorate. He said she “continued to be drawn back” to him.

It is easy to be drawn back to an abuser (especially a narcissist). Typically, they tear you down until you are a shell of your former self. This makes it easier for him or her to manipulate you as much as possible. You begin to question everything you do, because they make you believe that you are not capable of making a decision by yourself, or that everything you say or do is indeed, wrong.

Unfortunately, I am able to say that I understand this woman’s pain, and why she took her own life (whether or not she meant to). This does not make her weak; I entered a very dark place, whereby I did not think there was going to ever be a chance for me to escape, so suicide did cross my mind on many occasions. Even during my pregnancy, I had those thoughts (I don’t care who wants to judge me), because I did not want my child to grow up in such an awful environment, witnessing his father beating and/or trying to murder his mother.

Miss Fothergill also had cuts to her face and forehead, mouth cuts and a grazed nose. There was bruising on her right arm, which could have come from resuscitation attempts.

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For Better or Worse, Till Death Do Us Part

Domestic Abuse/Violence must to stop. Period.

My son would have witnessed his father doing the same thing to me, and more, had I stayed with him. He would have probably witnessed my death too:

“They saw him hitting her and they saw him strangling her and the only they could do was just sit there and cry,” Horton said.

This is why it is imperative to get children out of such a situation:

The couple’s three children, ages 12, 14 and 18, had been witnesses to the ongoing violence, Horton said.

Unfortunately, the children’s mother did not want to break up the family despite the violence.

A decision that would ultimately, cost her greatly – with her life.

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It Only Took a Couple of Months

I came across this article a little while ago. It reminded me of my own experiences, and made me realise even more-so, that had I not made the decision to leave my abusive (ex) husband when I did, I would have been the in same position as this unfortunate young lady.

Mitchell managed to get into the bathroom and attacked his partner of just a couple of months.

Can you imagine the fear she felt? No matter what disagreement has taken place, no-one deserves what she endured. After I read the reason behind it, I was even more sickened.

The detective said the row started after a night in the pub about whether to spend their money on more alcohol or buy a takeaway.

How well do you really know someone? Whether you have been dating the person for two months or two years, they can turn on you at any time. I had no idea *Steve was capable of doing what he did to our son and I. He was and no doubt, still is a monster in disguise, trying to act like a moral and ethical person, which he clearly is not.

Abuse is rife in our society. It rears its ugly head in different forms ~ whether physical or not. Physical is the one that stands out the most because scars are visible. But I happen to know from experience, that it is the scars one cannot see which hurt the most. They also take the longest to recover from.

This young lady didn’t even stand a chance…

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Grandad

I can’t believe February 19th marked fifteen years since my beloved Grandad passed away. I still haven’t gotten over it, and still cry all these years later. He was taken too soon… I’m no poet (and certainly don’t claim to be!), but this is for the most wonderful man I have ever known.

It’s hard to believe how much time had flown by,

I had no idea that your time was nigh.

The guilt I carry has struck me to the core,

I wish I had the chance to see you once more.

I’ll never forget that fateful day,

A call to tell me you had gone away.

Why did you go Grandad? I wasn’t ready,

You were the one who held the family firm and steady.

Personality and kindness; your light shone bright

Your death came as a shock, you had lost the fight.

I flew to Jamaica, hoping it wasn’t true,

But it was, and there was nothing I could do.

I saw you for the last time, laying there, still

I love and miss you Grandad, forever, I always will.

❤

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