Ah... Family (trigger warning - suicide reference)

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I wrote this last Thanksgiving.  I really debated even putting it on here because I don't want in any way to make light of suicide.  I, my mother, and my daughter have all had times of being extremely suicidal.

But this continues to make me laugh when I think about it.  It's about how my family affects me.  I love them... but have a hard time spending time with them.  So, please stop now if you might be triggered or offended by something that could be seen as making light of a very serious topic.  I promise I'm not.  But I will say there are many times I really have felt like I was this cake plate...

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This morning a very heavy glass pedestal cake plate fell from the top of the refrigerator onto the granite counter top and then onto the hardwood floor. My theory is that it knew that it was Thanksgiving and that it thought it was going to have to come and endure the family gathering...


So it committed suicide.


#SpotlightOnStigma #SOS #WelcomedButNotAccepted #Stigma #MentalIllness #Bipolar #Addiction #SingleParenting #Alone #NotAlone #Depression #Anxiety #EatingDisorder #OCD

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