By Amit Shenmar,
Education, Training and Employment Advisor – ResoLUTiONs.
Thousands of people end their lives by suicide every year in the UK. This tragic figure can be associated with many contributing factors. Suicide is the leading cause of death among young people (aged 20 – 34), and it is the leading cause of death for men under the age of 50 – many of which are associated with alcohol misuse. It’s an issue that needs to be addressed.
Mental health is a massive minefield, owing much of its complexity to fear of stigma. People are afraid to talk about it for fear of judgment.
As it’s #MentalHealthAwarenessWeek, I would like to share a poignant event which happened almost a decade ago.
I lost my father to suicide.
My father had battled alcoholism and depression for several years. The heartache and tragic unfolding of the events on that chilling November day will forever be imprinted on my mind. As the years have passed, it has taught me to value and appreciate life and apply a philosophical approach to life – irrespective of one’s faith, troubles, or belief system. Life really is fleeting.
This is why I do the job I do. If I can help someone to re-embrace life and reframe hardship in a positive way? That is a truly wonderful thing.
Here is a poem I wrote to raise awareness about suicide:
Time is Tantric,
To the tyrants,
Who advised, I analysed it,
Whilst burning incense,
At my Father’s inquest,
I digest lies to multiply,
Suicide a self-affliction,
A doting wife,
Loses her soulmate,
While a body hangs from a rope,
With a self-addressed envelope,
Laced with Hope,
My Mother’s eyes are blurred,
Truth sullied with depression,
Years of alcoholism and antidepressants,
Daddy never learnt the lesson,
Tragically forgot that he was born in immaculate conception,
I’ll meet him at Heaven’s intersection,
Big bro’s too high,
With an idiotic affliction,
To make heavenly inroads,
I’ll have to let him go,
To focus on the roads that follow,
I delve deeper into outer realms,
To find the ethereal feel,
God bless as I inspect the rubble,
After the aftermath of such an ungodly tragedy,
I cradle my heart like a forlorn lothario,
Urging the madness of melancholy to let me go,
Awaiting the day to once again feel my Father’s embrace.