#EnoughIsEnough #MentalHealthMatters

This week has kicked my psychological ass.

#EnoughIsEnough‼️ Please check in with your friends and family who you suspect may be struggling. Some of us are excessively vulnerable and particularly sensitive to outside triggers.

❌We cannot mourn a death, but not recognise suicide!❌

Contact SADAG if you need assistance. Each one, reach one.

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“You promised to protect us.”

We cry as you didn’t do, what you promised you would.

You promised to protect us.

Have you read what happened?
We were raped, beaten, kidnapped and brutalised.
We scream out in desperation.
Why didn’t you help us?
We can barely breathe, as we watch our sisters weep.
You taught us how to be safe, do you think it worked?
As our panties lay at our ankles, dripping with blood?

You promised to protect us.

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Guest Post : Two instead of three.

Grief.

No one ever explains how it’s really going to feel. How it’s really going to affect you. How it’s going to tear your insides apart. How surreal it’s going to feel. How heavy it is on your chest that you can’t catch your breath. But when it happens, you know. And no one else knows unless they have walked that same path.


On 7 December 2018, I lost my husband. And our little girl, who is 3 and a half years old at the time, lost her daddy. Our world was turned upside down and it felt like I just couldn’t breathe. How would I raise Quinn on my own? How will I get up again tomorrow? How will we come home every day to an empty house? How? Why? WHY???

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Book Review: Lost Daughter by Ali Mercer

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Lost Daughter is the story of three very different women who join a support group where they are the only members. They are separated from their children for very real and emotional taxing reasons.

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The main storyline concentrates on Rachel. Rachel is separated from her artist husband and they have a teenage daughter. There are insinuations that Rachel had done something so horrid that she is trusted to only sees her daughter on a Saturday Her estranged husband appears to make all decisions regarding their child. There are many references to Rachel’s mental health and how this influences her ability to care for her child.

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City of colours, hearts of gold.

Dear friends and other interesting people,

Sometimes there are so many things I feel passionate about that I feel my heart will explode. My mouth already can’t speak fast enough! Really do we need me talking more? Don’t answer that. 

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When I came to Johannesburg in December 1984, at eleven years of age, weeks after my father died, I hated it. It was grim, grey and dreary. The Hillbrow tower was the way I directed myself in the maze. Still. Today the feeling, it is my pulse. It gives me rhythm. The skyline brings me joy. The smiles of my people. The hugs of strangers, the smiles of friends. This is my City. Filled with contradictions – just like me.

I love being alive! So many things, people, sounds, books, food, art, joy, laughter, pain, tears – all of it.

I wish you enough,

Wenchy

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