Being Kind

Before Evie died, I had absolutely no concept of what it felt like to be depressed, or so low that taking your own life became an option. Recent events on the news about Caroline Flack have opened up the topic to a wider audience. It takes a major trauma for us to truly understand what that level of depression feels like. As a bereaved parent, the balancing act that we all perform can be precarious for much of the time, all made far more complex by the volatility of our emotions, those unpredictable triggers that come out of nowhere, and the thoughtlessness of people that were once considered to be friends.

I have no idea what was going on inside Caroline Flack’s head that drove her to such a drastic course of action, but for her to have reached such a point must have been a dreadful situation to face. Facebook is full of posts of women extolling their friends to look out for each other, rather than be nasty. A laudable process but one which should not be confined to women. For every dead child, there is a bereaved father too. He may be at home, or living away. That doesn’t matter. His heart is equally broken, his life equally devastated, his soul equally torn apart. The fathers need to be cared about too, they need the support of friends and colleagues just as much. I work for a charity that provides support to people working in the home improvement industry, which covers many of the construction trades. Two men every day in that sector take their own lives. That’s 730 men every year who face a life so lonely and depressed that ending it is their only option for whatever reason. The pressures that take them to the edge of the abyss may be different from losing a child, but they are there nonetheless.

I’m ‘lucky’ in that I have an outlet, writing, that allows me to vent, rage or just talk about what is happening to me. I said in Eggshells that there have been 4 occasions when I have quite literally stepped back from the edge. For me, writing is truly cathartic and it means that my close friends are aware of how I am feeling and so can offer the support that I need. But too many bereaved fathers don’t have that outlet, they rely on friends and family to be aware, to watch and to intervene when it is needed. They don’t ask for help, and in many cases society expects them to just get on with it. Asking for help isn’t a sign of weakness, it is precisely the opposite. It takes enormous strength to admit to yourself that you can’t cope. It takes even more to admit to those close to you that you can’t cope and that it is all too much. How much effort then does it take to admit to the world that you are struggling?

It is all of our jobs to keep an eye on friends, whether they appear to be struggling or not. It is not just about being kind, but also about being ‘aware’, and then getting up off your backside and doing something about it. Don’t sit there and think that someone else will sort it because they are most likely thinking exactly the same thing. When a bereaved Dad has taken his own life it is too late.

BE KIND, BE AWARE.