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Sixty Weeks to 60: Suicide

September 10, 2024October 27, 2024thecausecoach

(35 Weeks)

Today, September 10^th, is National Suicide Prevention Day. This is a day I wish I knew nothing about. This is a day I wish I didn’t care about, didn’t write about, didn’t feel the need to acknowledge. I wish no one did.

Focusing today on who I’ve become

September 10, 2021November 20, 2021thecausecoach

World Suicide Prevention Day. My 7th since becoming a survivor of suicide loss. With every passing year I become more distant from that event, although I still feel compelled- maybe obligated is a better word -to say something.

Suicide Prevention. Right now. Is everyone’s job.

September 10, 2020January 10, 2021thecausecoach

Today – September 10th – was World Suicide Prevention Day. I couldn’t go to sleep tonight without saying something.

Here in the U.S. this week (September 6-12) is National Suicide Prevention Week. This is the sixth National Suicide Prevention week for which I’ve been a survivor of suicide loss; the sixth consecutive year that I have felt compelled to say something.

How do we talk about suicide?

September 12, 2019January 10, 2021thecausecoach

This week marks National Suicide Prevention Week and Tuesday, September 10th was World Suicide Prevention Day. Since I started this blog as part of my healing after my husband’s suicide, I have made it a point to acknowledge this week every year. Last year’s post provides links to the others as well as wealth of resources.

Suicide is a difficult subject. It was difficult for me to navigate in the hours, days and weeks that followed my husband’s suicide almost five years ago. It was difficult for us to tell others; it was somehow different than telling people he had died of cancer or a sudden heart attack or in an accident. But why? Because of stigma around mental illness for sure. But seriously, why? Read more →

This week

September 14, 2018January 9, 2021thecausecoach

September 9-15, 2018. National Suicide Prevention Week. I’m in Seattle for a long weekend with my daughter. Sightseeing. Concert tickets. A visit with my college roommate who moved out here over 20 years ago. It’s my first time. First day’s impression: a little “San Francisco,” a wee bit of “Dublin,” and just enough “Newark New Jersey shabby industrial” to make me feel at home. Read more →