We spent last weekend in Perth, surrounded by friends and family. Connected with beautiful people that I haven’t visited for months. All week I’ve had my mind on connection. Connection with our friends. Connection with our children. With ourselves. With the world around us. What are we if not connected?
There is nothing more important than connection.
I hope you took the time yesterday (and every day, for that matter) to check in with someone you love to make sure they were OK. It doesn’t take much to check in, to connect, to look someone in the eye and really listen to how they are. It’s so easy for all of us to shrug it off, shrug off our friends moods, shrug off our own… it’s so easy for us to get caught up with things that seem so important and forget that the most important thing in the world are the people around us.
More than a year ago one of the worlds most beautiful people, the best friend I have ever known, took her own life. None of us knew it was coming. That night we were called to her home, that night I stood with her friends and with her sister with my baby on my back and I felt my heart ripped in two. I sat in the ocean a few days later on a surf board in a paddle out of more than fifty people from a small village. I sat in the ocean and I spoke about what it is to find family in the most unlikely of places, and what it is to lose a friend. I sent my love and my grief and my guilt into the sky and the salt of my tears mixed with the sea. A day doesn’t go by that I don’t think about this beautiful friend. Not a day goes past that I don’t wish I could just pick up the phone and call her, or meet her at the beach for a lemon juice and a game of 500, or walk to her house and sit on her cold tiled floor about love and life and roosters and culture and… and… and lay on her lap and watch old movies on a laptop in the heat of the tropical afternoon. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish I could ask her for her advice or give her mine. Not a day goes past that I don’t wish I could ask her… ‘are you ok?’ Not a day goes past that I don’t wish I had done something differently.
So many of us have lost someone we love to suicide, and the very sad truth is so many of us will experience this pain again. It takes so little to reach out and to connect with each other, to not be afraid to ask for help when we need it… to not be afraid of our feelings. To never, ever be ashamed to speak out.
Are you ok?
I hope so. x