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• Digging ½ a Trench. Having SomeGuy over.
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• the mid 80's
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• Less angsting - more energy!
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Thursday, October 30, 2003
Today I found out that I have a fear of heights. I realised this as I stood on the roof of a 55-meter high silo, not the nicest feeling to strike at that moment. *rolls eyes* I didn’t think it’d be a big deal, but when you’re standing up there and the wind is blowing… well, compared to standing on the ground looking up, it’s a different concept all together.
I went to the same silo with my class when I was really young, but I never went out on the roof. I stayed inside with a boy and enjoyed the view from behind a window.
For some reason I got the idea that I could get some nice photos of my town and the landscape from up there. But the sun wasn’t out and the view wasn’t really that exciting.
The only thing I got out of it was a fear of heights. ~_^
I saw this really sad documentary today about a man who had a severe depression or mental problem of some sort. His wife told the story of how it began and ended.
Because of shortcomings in the mental health care, he got worse and eventually took his life. It was said that the doctors were not to blame, even though they came to the conclusion that the case could’ve been dealt with better. It was just a sad circumstance, sorry, goodbye.
I’ve never thought of what a blow it is for those who are left behind, the spouses and children, friends and family, when someone commits suicide. He/she who is gone may be free of pain, but those still alive hurt immensely.
It’s scary to know that if I ever got so sick and needed help outside my family, they might loose me… because there’s not enough founding, knowledge or support in the mental health care.
There’s not enough money to take care of everyone who seeks help, so many are turned away and the family must cope alone. Or they are misdiagnosed and driven deeper into the darkness. When disaster strike (as was the case in the documentary) everyone says:
“- Sorry. We did nothing wrong and we see no reason to look this over, we’re sorry”.
And so more people suffer. They suffer pain and loss, because no one will take the blame and mend.
I am a puppet
Without a single feeling
My life is lonely
It has no meaning
I am a puppet
Chained with strings
I am vulnerable
Like all pretty things
- Mimmi
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