No One Will Judge You For Reaching Out.
This will be one of the few posts I’ve done that’s not about motorcycling, I’m just not in the right frame of mind to be writing more than a few words at the moment.
Last Friday night I was browsing FacePlant when a post appeared on my news feed; It was by one of my old school mates.
As I read his post, my mind drifted back to our school days. I remembered how he was always messing about, being a larrikin, and getting into trouble for one thing or another.
I remembered one occasion when we were waiting to get on the footy field during one of our Phys Ed lesson. He decided to crash tackle me for giggles.
I felt like I’d been hit by a freight train: I’ll never forget it.
The teacher caught him mid flight and he got into trouble for that too. But he smiled all the way through it, like he always did.
As I read his post I realised all was not well, and sadly, that post was to be his last. He succumbed to his demons later that night by his own hand.
I’m deeply saddened by his passing.
I urge any one of you who might be reading this, to seek professional help if it’s available to you in your area. Or at the very least, pull up a pew and have a chat with one of your mates about your troubles.
No one will judge you for reaching out.