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Giggle On Land
As many of you noticed, I’ve been underground for a while. I haven’t had much energy or desire to spend time in Giggle On Land. This is not because I’m depressed or worse, because I’ve stopped laughing.
Have YOU been getting your Giggle On lately? Send me an email and let me know: christa at giggle on dot com.
House Deal and the Donuts
After months and months and months, I finally sold my home here in Wilmington, Delaware. It was an emotional and financial roller coaster ride but I am thankful to have a new sense of FREEDOM in my life and a couple bucks in my pocket. The house deal kept me plenty busy and I am THRILLED it is over. Where do I go next? Stay tuned.
My day business (yes, I have a real job) has kept me working many late nights. My attention is now focused on the financial security of my household, my business partner and our employees. We gotta keep making the donuts, right?
Another main reason I’ve been away from here so long is in part because of Jim Sims (Jim #2).
I’m having a tough time facing the phrase “Giggle On”, introduced to me by Jim #2. He was the one who inspired me to embrace the creative process. Seeing “Giggle On” reminds me that he also lost his battle with depression and died by suicide.
Just this morning as I walked back from getting my morning cuppa joe, I saw a Delaware license plate that read : “__ Sims”…swear to gawd! I busted out in tears immediately.
I dedicated a lot of time last year support for survivors of suicide and to mental health advocacy. I am grateful to have had the opportunity to do so. I am proud of Team Giggle On and our participation in the E-Racing the Blues Event benefiting the Mental Health Association of Delaware. We raised money but more importantly, raised awareness about mental illness and suicide. We did great work but where do we go from here? Where do I go from here?
Is it all a bunch of hot air?
Perhaps I have helped all I can in regard to mental health and suicide awareness. Perhaps I’ve said all I need to say. Frankly, I do not know how much my words and my story help anymore. It all seems like a bunch of hot air at present.
I told Jim Sims my story. I told him about my struggle with depression and suicidal thoughts. I told him about the intense pain and grief felt in the aftermath of Jim Thompson‘s suicide. Telling him these stories didn’t help. Sharing didn’t prevent him from killing himself.
The sadness and regret linger after suicide. They linger for millions of us left behind wondering, “why?”
Why keep telling the same story?
Can we really prevent suicide?
I don’t know. I just don’t know anymore.