What would you do?

Imagine…

You have somebody from your workplace on the phone, crying, feeling low, feeling like her world is collapsing with every breath. She can’t take it anymore. Her health issues are getting worse. Every one of her words is a “call for help”. Between the tears, you hear “if it does not stop, I will soon be dead”, “my daughter will be left without a mum”, “I will not last long”.

What would you do?

Is listening enough? Or should you talk to somebody else about it?

But without her permission, it’s tricky, isn’t it?

Where do you stand where you are a confident? Are you doing something that you should not do by telling somebody else?

Your help would be much appreciated.

Last call

Credit @mariekleber37

She is like the sun
A bird with bright wings
Making its way
Towards unsettled peace

Reaching out

Credit @mariekleber37

In times of chaos
Reaching out to your embrace
Invincible strength

Another Winter

Credit @mariekleber37

The world in chaos
Another winter
Shaken by anger and fear

Another winter
Between shades of pain
Unbearable war

Looking for some light
In a sky stoned by tears
Another winter

Parental Burnout @WMB

“I can’t do it anymore!”
I said it. It was not easy but I needed to let emotions go and tell the truth. I didn’t know it but I had hit parental burnout. It did not come out of nowhere but I had kept the situation at a distance for some time. I did not want to show my weaknesses. I did not want people to see this side of me.

For months and months I kept repeating to myself that I could manage, that some other women had more than one kid, some had more issues, illness, parents to deal with and they could make it work at the end of the day. Therefore, I could too.

The breaking point
Then, one day, I found myself locked in the bathroom, crying. Tears were heavy and on the other side of the door was my kid but I could not come out; I could not find the strength to make a step towards him; I could not get past my anger and pain—like I had many times in the past—and give him a hug.

I was not myself anymore. In addition, after every crisis, I hated myself. I was afraid of my violence, of the words, of what my own body and mind were able to do towards the most precious person of my life. I even asked myself at some stage if I really loved my son and if it would not be better to let him go live with other people. Home wasn’t safe. Family life felt like hell.

Read more HERE

Keep Going!

@mariekleber37

I woke up yesterday thinking of the date
November is full of memories
Not ones I regret
But yet just shots of life
And something we could call death

This taste of sorrow
And yet life again taking control
Pushing us on the road
The one we would like to avoid
From a distance it looks lonely
And dark and gloomy
But once we are on
We could see lights
Multicolor sparkles on the side
Colorful papers lanterns illuminating the sky
And people walking too
With dreams deceived and new ones to draw
People like us trying hard
And having faith in something big enough
To make them want to keep going

November

Photo by Syed Hasan Mehdi on Pexels.com

November is said
To be the darkest month of all
Year coming to an end
Cold days and long nights

November is said
To bring back memories
Old beliefs spreaded by sad witches
Colors faiding into dullness

November is said
To come with nonsense
Emptiness filling the space
Hands full of madness

November
Time to close a chapter
Leaving behind the old
Getting ready for the next aventure