Hier ausnahmsweise mal kein Text von mir. Ich habe Ihn auf dem Blog von Twloha gefunden. Eine tolle Organisation, die in den USA auf psyische Erkankungen aufmerksam macht. Hier mehr dazu: https://twloha.com/
Mir ging der Text sofort ans Herz, daher muss er unbedingt hier rein. Es geht dabei um die Gedanken einer Dame, die bei einem Walk der „American Foundation for Suicide Prevention“, der auf Suizidgefahr u.ä. aufmerksam machen will, mitlief.
„Signs, stickers, and posters featured phrases such as “I’m walking for” with the name of a loved one who died by suicide filled in the empty space […] I looked at my fiancée and daughter, and thought, I never want them to have to fill my name in the empty space. I never want to have to fill your name in that empty space, either. We don’t simply overcome mental health struggles. Depression and anxiety do not dissipate overnight. Bipolar disorder does not go away when it gets bored. Thoughts of suicide cannot simply be turned off with a switch. These types of darkness don’t seem to have a light switch, and that can be hard for people to understand. But I understand. And I want you to rise up.
I want you to rise up out of the ashes (and darkness) like a phoenix. Scratch that. I want you to rise out of the ashes like a Sri Lanka Frogmouth. I know you’re trying to figure out if those last three words are the product of some type of autocorrect system wild on caffeine, but no—I want you to rise up out of the ashes like a Sri Lanka Frogmouth. The thing about this bird is that it is awesomely weird—much as I imagine you are, which is why I really don’t want to be filling your name in that empty space the next time my family walks. We need more awesomely weird people in the world, so I hope you’ll stick around. This bird is so underrated. But it’s not underrated to me—just like you’re not underrated to me.
This bird has a special call it makes every dawn and dusk. It cries out when the sun sets, but it’s also there to cry out again when the sun comes back. It has small wings…yet it flies. It flies quietly but with purpose. The best thing about this awesomely weird (and let’s face it, weirdly named, as well) bird is that it often disguises itself as a broken tree branch for self-defense. It’s apparent brokenness is what can save it at the end of the day. […] And I know many of us, myself included, are heavy with the weights of depression and anxiety, among numerous other types of mental health struggles…but remember this:
You may look like nothing more than a broken tree branch. But you are something solid, strong, real, graceful. You can take flight—you can glide. You are awesomely weird. And you are going to rise from those ashes, just like a Sri Lanka Frogmouth should.“
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