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Georgeanne
A poem
By Georgeanne Mitchell
Hell was there
With all its blackness
There was no promise kept
No happiness was known
And then out of nowhere
Came the promise kept
And I knew beyond a doubt
That God was there
Healing and caressing me
Beyond Imagination
My name is Georgeanne Mitchell.
I have been a wife for 28 years, I am a mother, a daughter, a sister.
I am a Christian and beyond all of this - I AM a Manic Depressive.
I have struggled with this disease for 40 some years. The illness
led me down the path of suicide twice in the seventies. Once I overdosed
on pills and was kept alive for a week on machines and once I opened
up my arms so wide I don't know how I didn't die.
The most important thing I would
like to get across to anyone thinking of suicide is that it is never
an option. No matter how black or hopeless things seem there is
a way out with help and guidance and the thing that is most incredulous
is that you can never imagine what may come later on in life. I
was able to raise a beautiful daughter. She is a Magna Cum Laude
graduate, married to a Psychiatrist. They have two beautiful children,
whom I adore. Life is not easy. It is not meant to be. It is a struggle
of the Soul. But it is a worthwhile journey, nevertheless and no
matter how hopeless things have become there is always a way out.
One thing I'd like to explain to
others who have not gone down the road of severe depression and
hoplessness is that persons contemplating suicide are never in their
right mind when they try it. It is a place void of hope. It is a
dark tunnel where there is no light nor reason.
Depression, whether chemical due
to mental illness or due to life's circumstances is never an easy
place. It IS hell on earth. The flowers, the birds, the beauty of
it all cease to be for you at such a time. It seems like there is
no escape.
We have a battle on our hands-if
we are to save our neighbors, our friends, our loved ones from the
act of suicide. It is a battle which is being valiantly fought by
many professionals and lay people together. It is a battle, however,
that needs to be exposed to all of us. It is a battle that needs
to be fought on all fronts. We have lost precious human beings in
the past due to suicide. It is the llth ranked cause of death in
the U.S.
Never take a threat of suicide
lightly. Never think it is not serious. Get help. Reach out. Make
a difference. Life is our most precious gift. You may never know
who you might save.
A poem of life
Oh the simplicity of it all
Oh, to only but recall
The simple days,
the simple ways
The way a child learns to play
Oh life, such mysteries you do hold
Rather these than any gold
That earth can give I try to live...
A simple life
Where fret and strife
Are buried deep
I rest in sleep
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