Mental Awareness

[jack123]

Did anyone see that chap today near the South , with a Swans scarf around his eyes, and a sign talking about suicides? I only caught a brief glimpse..

Fair play to him.

 

[Smurph]

Did anyone see that chap today near the South , with a Swans scarf around his eyes, and a sign talking about suicides? I only caught a brief glimpse..

Fair play to him.

Missed that yesertday.

Bravo for raising awareness.

 

[Muteswan]

Saw this on Facebook , hope he doesn’t mind me posting.

 

[Neath_Jack]

Didn’t see him, but I have seen other people do it at other grounds. Brilliant.

 

[sainthelens]

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Saw this on Facebook , hope he doesn’t mind me posting.

What a top fella.
Didn't clock him Sunday but would have hugged/shook his hand.

 

[Swanjaxs]

Blindfolded people have been offering random hugs in Wales

Blindfolded people have been offering random hugs in Wales

They were spotted in locations in Bridgend and Swansea offering a powerful message of hope, which one man said 'took his breath away'

www.walesonline.co.uk

 

[Smurph]

Got to be honest I never suffered with anxiety or worry when I was younger. The last few years the element of self doubt, anxiety and second guessing myself has become quite prevalent.

Often find myself slipping in to small periods of depression. I'm lucky to have a good support network around me.

Gents it's good to talk and my PM's are always open to anyone who needs someone to listen.

 

[K23]

I haven’t mentioned this on the message board before (apart from via PM to 4 people) as I didn’t feel up to it. I know everyone on here would have been very kind but there would have been too many and I know I wasn’t ready for that. Anyway, I now feel as ready as I’m ever likely to be to put into print that my wife died in April at the age of just 54 after we‘d been together for 35 years. Some of you may recall that I did mention in a previous mental health thread a couple of years ago that she’d had serious problems with anorexia nervosa for the last 14 years but in April she picked up pneumonia and as her weight was so low, she didn’t have the physical strength to fight it and she died in my arms just 4 hours after going into hospital with breathing difficulties.

Many people don’t realise that anorexia is a very serious mental illness not a physical one because the only obvious symptoms are physical. Looking after her for those 14 years was a massive struggle at times and there were spells when I doubted my ability to keep going but we loved each other more than I could ever put into words and I knew there was never any possibility of me giving up on her. Even at my lowest points, and there were many, something my niece had said on fb a few years ago kept me going - you don‘t know how strong you can be until being strong is the only option you have left. I knew that where my wife was concerned, I wasn’t just strong, I was unbreakable.

So, she’s been gone 7 months and it's been my turn to struggle mentally having had the central focus of the last 35 years of my life so suddenly and brutally ripped out of me to leave a hole that can never be filled. For the first few months, I was on autopilot and couldn’t even grieve but since reality kicked in, there have been some very dark days when the pain has been unbearable and I went to bed wondering how I’d got through the day and wondering whether waking up the next morning was going to be worth it, but it is gradually getting better and the dark days are getting fewer. I’ve just about got used to her not being there now but there is so much more to a 35 year relationship than just being in the same house and all of that has to unravel before I feel like I’m close to functioning properly again. For months I couldn’t even look at a photograph of her but now I can and I can take solace and pride, not just in what we'd built and achieved together but in the fact that I have absolutely no doubt that I somehow married the most beautiful woman I had ever met, both inside and out.

One important thing I have found though, is that talking to people about her and getting my feelings out has been the best therapy I’ve had, and still is. One of my turning points was spending 4½ hours in a restaurant a couple of months ago, talking with my wife’s best friend since they were about 12 as she was obviously grieving too. They don’t have to be counsellors or professionals, but if you’re having problems, talk to people, it works.

"The reality is that you will grieve forever.
You will not 'get over' the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it.
You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered.
You will be whole again but you will never be the same.
Nor should you be the same, nor would you want to .."

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

 

[Darran]

I haven’t mentioned this on the message board before (apart from via PM to 4 people) as I didn’t feel up to it. I know everyone on here would have been very kind but there would have been too many and I know I wasn’t ready for that. Anyway, I now feel as ready as I’m ever likely to be to put into print that my wife died in April at the age of just 54 after we‘d been together for 35 years. Some of you may recall that I did mention in a previous mental health thread a couple of years ago that she’d had serious problems with anorexia nervosa for the last 14 years but in April she picked up pneumonia and as her weight was so low, she didn’t have the physical strength to fight it and she died in my arms just 4 hours after going into hospital with breathing difficulties.

Many people don’t realise that anorexia is a very serious mental illness not a physical one because the only obvious symptoms are physical. Looking after her for those 14 years was a massive struggle at times and there were spells when I doubted my ability to keep going but we loved each other more than I could ever put into words and I knew there was never any possibility of me giving up on her. Even at my lowest points, and there were many, something my niece had said on fb a few years ago kept me going - you don‘t know how strong you can be until being strong is the only option you have left. I knew that where my wife was concerned, I wasn’t just strong, I was unbreakable.

So, she’s been gone 7 months and it's been my turn to struggle mentally having had the central focus of the last 35 years of my life so suddenly and brutally ripped out of me to leave a hole that can never be filled. For the first few months, I was on autopilot and couldn’t even grieve but since reality kicked in, there have been some very dark days when the pain has been unbearable and I went to bed wondering how I’d got through the day and wondering whether waking up the next morning was going to be worth it, but it is gradually getting better and the dark days are getting fewer. I’ve just about got used to her not being there now but there is so much more to a 35 year relationship than just being in the same house and all of that has to unravel before I feel like I’m close to functioning properly again. For months I couldn’t even look at a photograph of her but now I can and I can take solace and pride, not just in what we'd built and achieved together but in the fact that I have absolutely no doubt that I somehow married the most beautiful woman I had ever met, both inside and out.

One important thing I have found though, is that talking to people about her and getting my feelings out has been the best therapy I’ve had, and still is. One of my turning points was spending 4½ hours in a restaurant a couple of months ago, talking with my wife’s best friend since they were about 12 as she was obviously grieving too. They don’t have to be counsellors or professionals, but if you’re having problems, talk to people, it works.

"The reality is that you will grieve forever.
You will not 'get over' the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it.
You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered.
You will be whole again but you will never be the same.
Nor should you be the same, nor would you want to .."

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Love you D.
I’m always here.

 

[Swanjaxs]

I haven’t mentioned this on the message board before (apart from via PM to 4 people) as I didn’t feel up to it. I know everyone on here would have been very kind but there would have been too many and I know I wasn’t ready for that. Anyway, I now feel as ready as I’m ever likely to be to put into print that my wife died in April at the age of just 54 after we‘d been together for 35 years. Some of you may recall that I did mention in a previous mental health thread a couple of years ago that she’d had serious problems with anorexia nervosa for the last 14 years but in April she picked up pneumonia and as her weight was so low, she didn’t have the physical strength to fight it and she died in my arms just 4 hours after going into hospital with breathing difficulties.

Many people don’t realise that anorexia is a very serious mental illness not a physical one because the only obvious symptoms are physical. Looking after her for those 14 years was a massive struggle at times and there were spells when I doubted my ability to keep going but we loved each other more than I could ever put into words and I knew there was never any possibility of me giving up on her. Even at my lowest points, and there were many, something my niece had said on fb a few years ago kept me going - you don‘t know how strong you can be until being strong is the only option you have left. I knew that where my wife was concerned, I wasn’t just strong, I was unbreakable.

So, she’s been gone 7 months and it's been my turn to struggle mentally having had the central focus of the last 35 years of my life so suddenly and brutally ripped out of me to leave a hole that can never be filled. For the first few months, I was on autopilot and couldn’t even grieve but since reality kicked in, there have been some very dark days when the pain has been unbearable and I went to bed wondering how I’d got through the day and wondering whether waking up the next morning was going to be worth it, but it is gradually getting better and the dark days are getting fewer. I’ve just about got used to her not being there now but there is so much more to a 35 year relationship than just being in the same house and all of that has to unravel before I feel like I’m close to functioning properly again. For months I couldn’t even look at a photograph of her but now I can and I can take solace and pride, not just in what we'd built and achieved together but in the fact that I have absolutely no doubt that I somehow married the most beautiful woman I had ever met, both inside and out.

One important thing I have found though, is that talking to people about her and getting my feelings out has been the best therapy I’ve had, and still is. One of my turning points was spending 4½ hours in a restaurant a couple of months ago, talking with my wife’s best friend since they were about 12 as she was obviously grieving too. They don’t have to be counsellors or professionals, but if you’re having problems, talk to people, it works.

"The reality is that you will grieve forever.
You will not 'get over' the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it.
You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered.
You will be whole again but you will never be the same.
Nor should you be the same, nor would you want to .."

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Heartbreaking, my wife is my rock, I literally wouldn't be able to function without her.
Your in my thoughts

 

[Cooperman]

I haven’t mentioned this on the message board before (apart from via PM to 4 people) as I didn’t feel up to it. I know everyone on here would have been very kind but there would have been too many and I know I wasn’t ready for that. Anyway, I now feel as ready as I’m ever likely to be to put into print that my wife died in April at the age of just 54 after we‘d been together for 35 years. Some of you may recall that I did mention in a previous mental health thread a couple of years ago that she’d had serious problems with anorexia nervosa for the last 14 years but in April she picked up pneumonia and as her weight was so low, she didn’t have the physical strength to fight it and she died in my arms just 4 hours after going into hospital with breathing difficulties.

Many people don’t realise that anorexia is a very serious mental illness not a physical one because the only obvious symptoms are physical. Looking after her for those 14 years was a massive struggle at times and there were spells when I doubted my ability to keep going but we loved each other more than I could ever put into words and I knew there was never any possibility of me giving up on her. Even at my lowest points, and there were many, something my niece had said on fb a few years ago kept me going - you don‘t know how strong you can be until being strong is the only option you have left. I knew that where my wife was concerned, I wasn’t just strong, I was unbreakable.

So, she’s been gone 7 months and it's been my turn to struggle mentally having had the central focus of the last 35 years of my life so suddenly and brutally ripped out of me to leave a hole that can never be filled. For the first few months, I was on autopilot and couldn’t even grieve but since reality kicked in, there have been some very dark days when the pain has been unbearable and I went to bed wondering how I’d got through the day and wondering whether waking up the next morning was going to be worth it, but it is gradually getting better and the dark days are getting fewer. I’ve just about got used to her not being there now but there is so much more to a 35 year relationship than just being in the same house and all of that has to unravel before I feel like I’m close to functioning properly again. For months I couldn’t even look at a photograph of her but now I can and I can take solace and pride, not just in what we'd built and achieved together but in the fact that I have absolutely no doubt that I somehow married the most beautiful woman I had ever met, both inside and out.

One important thing I have found though, is that talking to people about her and getting my feelings out has been the best therapy I’ve had, and still is. One of my turning points was spending 4½ hours in a restaurant a couple of months ago, talking with my wife’s best friend since they were about 12 as she was obviously grieving too. They don’t have to be counsellors or professionals, but if you’re having problems, talk to people, it works.

"The reality is that you will grieve forever.
You will not 'get over' the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it.
You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered.
You will be whole again but you will never be the same.
Nor should you be the same, nor would you want to .."

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Incredible words, D

What your niece said is also so, so true.

Take each day as it comes and take comfort from the good times.

 

[Neath_Jack]

I haven’t mentioned this on the message board before (apart from via PM to 4 people) as I didn’t feel up to it. I know everyone on here would have been very kind but there would have been too many and I know I wasn’t ready for that. Anyway, I now feel as ready as I’m ever likely to be to put into print that my wife died in April at the age of just 54 after we‘d been together for 35 years. Some of you may recall that I did mention in a previous mental health thread a couple of years ago that she’d had serious problems with anorexia nervosa for the last 14 years but in April she picked up pneumonia and as her weight was so low, she didn’t have the physical strength to fight it and she died in my arms just 4 hours after going into hospital with breathing difficulties.

Many people don’t realise that anorexia is a very serious mental illness not a physical one because the only obvious symptoms are physical. Looking after her for those 14 years was a massive struggle at times and there were spells when I doubted my ability to keep going but we loved each other more than I could ever put into words and I knew there was never any possibility of me giving up on her. Even at my lowest points, and there were many, something my niece had said on fb a few years ago kept me going - you don‘t know how strong you can be until being strong is the only option you have left. I knew that where my wife was concerned, I wasn’t just strong, I was unbreakable.

So, she’s been gone 7 months and it's been my turn to struggle mentally having had the central focus of the last 35 years of my life so suddenly and brutally ripped out of me to leave a hole that can never be filled. For the first few months, I was on autopilot and couldn’t even grieve but since reality kicked in, there have been some very dark days when the pain has been unbearable and I went to bed wondering how I’d got through the day and wondering whether waking up the next morning was going to be worth it, but it is gradually getting better and the dark days are getting fewer. I’ve just about got used to her not being there now but there is so much more to a 35 year relationship than just being in the same house and all of that has to unravel before I feel like I’m close to functioning properly again. For months I couldn’t even look at a photograph of her but now I can and I can take solace and pride, not just in what we'd built and achieved together but in the fact that I have absolutely no doubt that I somehow married the most beautiful woman I had ever met, both inside and out.

One important thing I have found though, is that talking to people about her and getting my feelings out has been the best therapy I’ve had, and still is. One of my turning points was spending 4½ hours in a restaurant a couple of months ago, talking with my wife’s best friend since they were about 12 as she was obviously grieving too. They don’t have to be counsellors or professionals, but if you’re having problems, talk to people, it works.

"The reality is that you will grieve forever.
You will not 'get over' the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it.
You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered.
You will be whole again but you will never be the same.
Nor should you be the same, nor would you want to .."

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Beautifully put, keep keeping on

 

[Darran]

Just a reminder I’m always around if anyone wants to chat.

Saying that it’ll have to be by PM,email or text because I don’t want to be meeting up with any of you cunts in real life.

 

[Smurph]

I haven’t mentioned this on the message board before (apart from via PM to 4 people) as I didn’t feel up to it. I know everyone on here would have been very kind but there would have been too many and I know I wasn’t ready for that. Anyway, I now feel as ready as I’m ever likely to be to put into print that my wife died in April at the age of just 54 after we‘d been together for 35 years. Some of you may recall that I did mention in a previous mental health thread a couple of years ago that she’d had serious problems with anorexia nervosa for the last 14 years but in April she picked up pneumonia and as her weight was so low, she didn’t have the physical strength to fight it and she died in my arms just 4 hours after going into hospital with breathing difficulties.

Many people don’t realise that anorexia is a very serious mental illness not a physical one because the only obvious symptoms are physical. Looking after her for those 14 years was a massive struggle at times and there were spells when I doubted my ability to keep going but we loved each other more than I could ever put into words and I knew there was never any possibility of me giving up on her. Even at my lowest points, and there were many, something my niece had said on fb a few years ago kept me going - you don‘t know how strong you can be until being strong is the only option you have left. I knew that where my wife was concerned, I wasn’t just strong, I was unbreakable.

So, she’s been gone 7 months and it's been my turn to struggle mentally having had the central focus of the last 35 years of my life so suddenly and brutally ripped out of me to leave a hole that can never be filled. For the first few months, I was on autopilot and couldn’t even grieve but since reality kicked in, there have been some very dark days when the pain has been unbearable and I went to bed wondering how I’d got through the day and wondering whether waking up the next morning was going to be worth it, but it is gradually getting better and the dark days are getting fewer. I’ve just about got used to her not being there now but there is so much more to a 35 year relationship than just being in the same house and all of that has to unravel before I feel like I’m close to functioning properly again. For months I couldn’t even look at a photograph of her but now I can and I can take solace and pride, not just in what we'd built and achieved together but in the fact that I have absolutely no doubt that I somehow married the most beautiful woman I had ever met, both inside and out.

One important thing I have found though, is that talking to people about her and getting my feelings out has been the best therapy I’ve had, and still is. One of my turning points was spending 4½ hours in a restaurant a couple of months ago, talking with my wife’s best friend since they were about 12 as she was obviously grieving too. They don’t have to be counsellors or professionals, but if you’re having problems, talk to people, it works.

"The reality is that you will grieve forever.
You will not 'get over' the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it.
You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered.
You will be whole again but you will never be the same.
Nor should you be the same, nor would you want to .."

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

I don't know how you do it.

Lovely words and very impactful.

 

[exiledclaseboy]

I haven’t mentioned this on the message board before (apart from via PM to 4 people) as I didn’t feel up to it. I know everyone on here would have been very kind but there would have been too many and I know I wasn’t ready for that. Anyway, I now feel as ready as I’m ever likely to be to put into print that my wife died in April at the age of just 54 after we‘d been together for 35 years. Some of you may recall that I did mention in a previous mental health thread a couple of years ago that she’d had serious problems with anorexia nervosa for the last 14 years but in April she picked up pneumonia and as her weight was so low, she didn’t have the physical strength to fight it and she died in my arms just 4 hours after going into hospital with breathing difficulties.

Many people don’t realise that anorexia is a very serious mental illness not a physical one because the only obvious symptoms are physical. Looking after her for those 14 years was a massive struggle at times and there were spells when I doubted my ability to keep going but we loved each other more than I could ever put into words and I knew there was never any possibility of me giving up on her. Even at my lowest points, and there were many, something my niece had said on fb a few years ago kept me going - you don‘t know how strong you can be until being strong is the only option you have left. I knew that where my wife was concerned, I wasn’t just strong, I was unbreakable.

So, she’s been gone 7 months and it's been my turn to struggle mentally having had the central focus of the last 35 years of my life so suddenly and brutally ripped out of me to leave a hole that can never be filled. For the first few months, I was on autopilot and couldn’t even grieve but since reality kicked in, there have been some very dark days when the pain has been unbearable and I went to bed wondering how I’d got through the day and wondering whether waking up the next morning was going to be worth it, but it is gradually getting better and the dark days are getting fewer. I’ve just about got used to her not being there now but there is so much more to a 35 year relationship than just being in the same house and all of that has to unravel before I feel like I’m close to functioning properly again. For months I couldn’t even look at a photograph of her but now I can and I can take solace and pride, not just in what we'd built and achieved together but in the fact that I have absolutely no doubt that I somehow married the most beautiful woman I had ever met, both inside and out.

One important thing I have found though, is that talking to people about her and getting my feelings out has been the best therapy I’ve had, and still is. One of my turning points was spending 4½ hours in a restaurant a couple of months ago, talking with my wife’s best friend since they were about 12 as she was obviously grieving too. They don’t have to be counsellors or professionals, but if you’re having problems, talk to people, it works.

"The reality is that you will grieve forever.
You will not 'get over' the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it.
You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered.
You will be whole again but you will never be the same.
Nor should you be the same, nor would you want to .."

Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

There are a very few posts from contributors to this forum in its various guises over the years I’ve been using it that have moved me to tears. This is the latest of them. Heartbreaking and uplifting. My deepest sympathies.