The day after Sunday

The kids have been shipped off to school and I find myself with only a light list of things to do today.  My dear Hubby was kind enough to help me REALLY clean the house this weekend.  I mean, he washed the carpets and everything.  I love that man.  He spoils me.  He even let me have a late night out Saturday with a good friend.  He stayed and watched the kids.  Not that he had to do so much.  The kids were in bed when I left.  But it is the thought that counts.  I still have a stupid sinus cold that just won't leave me be.

We have an unwanted guest in my daughters room. I am keeping the door closed until hubby can get home to take care of it.  Maybe it is because Halloween is now on the radar that he decides to visit.  We have a BAT in the house.  We think we know how he is getting in and hubby will be taking car of it when he gets home.  Until then I will not go into that room.  Nope. Nope. Nope.  I can wash those clothes on her floor a different day.  No rush.

I have my initial therapy appointment tomorrow.  It is about an hour from my house.  So I get a long time to freak out and worry on my way there.  Will she think I am certifiably crazy?  Oh the thinks you can think.  Hubby will be getting off of work an hour early so I can be sure to get there on time.  I am not looking forward to the paperwork.  No that is a lie.  I love paperwork.  I am not looking forward to the awkwardness of trying to explain myself.  This blog is the most I like to talk about myself.

Sadly, my community has received another blow.  Another youth has committed suicide.  This person was 18.  Earlier this year his girlfriend committed suicide.  She was 17 if I remember correctly.  I did not know these people personally.  But I know many people who did.  I can see the pain on their faces. Hear it in their voice.  The anguish is so bitter.  There have been so many teen suicides lately.  Not just in my community but in many places around this world.  It is not like it didn't happen when I was a teenager.  I can remember less than a handful of occurrences in my high school years.  The statistics of suicide are concerning.

On average, there are 117 suicides a day.  PER DAY!  Men are 3.5 times more likely to commit suicide than women.  Whites have held the highest percentage of suicides for more than a decade.  Followed my Native Americans.  Nearly 50% of all suicides are completed by use of a firearm.  Suffocation is 29%.  And for every suicide there is 25 attempts.  It is unclear if the rise in social media, unattainable physical standards, or one of many other factors is contributing to the slow but steady increase of suicides.

But with the use of social media, while there has been an increase in cyber bullying, instructions on how to commit suicide and such, there is also an increasingly large number help sites and awareness pages to reach out and assist in helping those who are in need.  There is hope.  There is help.  No one needs to go at it alone.

I will be updating my links to show the nifty sites I found.  Then I am going to make me some food.  I can't decide if it will be burritos or chicken and pineapple pizza.  Either way.... I win.