Warning: This post deals with mental health and suicide and may be triggering for some readers.
My beautiful mum and I wanted to share this piece of writing with you. To give a voice to the lost souls who no longer are with us here on earth and now reside in a peaceful new world.
On 13 December, 2015, our dear Paul Fraser – a son, my only brother and only sibling – ended his battle with his mind and took his own life. Paul kept up the fight for 42 years. How blessed we feel to have had him for this long, how robbed we also feel to lose him in his prime. Without a doubt these have been some of the hardest years in our lives – or what used to be our lives.
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My dear mum fought a broken mental health system for the past 25 years, where the only options seem to be hospital or home. Mental health wards aren’t often places of healing, we have little to no safe houses available, a burnt out hospital staff, a government that is spending millions on mental health, yet the figures continue to rise. We have employers who need to educate themselves that the mentally ill can also work and be contributing members of society. We now see an increasingly lonely, isolated, desperate society where basic duty of care, communication skills and resistance are eroding. Bullying is also alive and well.
We have lost the person we loved the deepest. Paul lost himself, unable to see the tall, handsome, kind and caring soul that he was. The world is now quite literally a worse place without him here.
This thing called “suicide” has compelled us to share our new reality.