Showing posts from October, 2014

Listen Here to our latest Radio Interview : From the Viewpoint of a Parent and a Sufferer

A huge thank you to LMFM for having two of our inspirational members on the show yesterday afternoon . Dympna & Andrea share their personal experiences with Eating Disorders, Self Harm & Suicide from the viewpoint of a parent and of and of a carer.

Please click here to listen to the interview in full :

Always remember Full Recovery and Full Freedom is possible for all of us

Learning from Don Ritchie

This man is reported to have saved at least 160 people from committing suicide at the cliffs near his house. His name was Don Ritchie (he passed away in 2012). What he did was simple. He spoke to people. He offered them a cup of tea. 

The cliffs at the mouth of Sydney harbour have long acted as a magnet to those who have lost all hope. He would calmly ask if there was anything he could do. 

We know it's not as simple as that. Suicidal thoughts don't just poof away because someone offers you tea. But what this man demonstrated is the power of talking, and the power of small acts of kindness.

When a person is in that very dark space, you'd be surprised how strengthening a small gesture can be. Never forget the power of the simple things. If it takes the person's mind off their despair for even 5 minutes then it's worth the effort.
Is there someone in your life who could do with a few words of kindness, or a simple cup of tea?

Autumn Love

I love Autumn. It's my favourite season. I know it can rain a lot, it starts getting colder, and it's really no fun waking up when it' still dark out. But that makes me more determined to prove to you how wonderful Autumn is. 
So in no particular order, I give you ten reasons why  Autumn is the best season:
1. The colours

2. Spiced flavoured things

3. Snuggly clothes

4. Leaves

5. Collecting conkers

6. Crisp Autumn air

7. Fires

8. Halloween

9. Sparklers

10. Pumpkins

Get out of that Rut

Sometimes in life, we get stuck. All of a sudden we can get swamped by a feeling of apathy and boredom towards life, questioning what the point of it all is or why we’re not progressing as we expected ourselves to. I know I’ve been there and caught myself looking around with no clue as to how I’ve gotten here, my head barely above the ground in a trench of a rut. When did I stop caring about what I want and start selling myself short? What am I actually doing?
Time passes by so annoyingly quickly, quietly gathering speed and shaping our minutes into routines. Without realising what’s happened, the rut has been formed and we tumble head over heels into it, having essentially pushed ourselves in.
It might be a job that’s going nowhere or a relationship that’s become stagnant, something that somewhere along the line became exactly what you don’t want, yet it’s become a part of your everyday life. And you’ve gotten attached to it yet irritated by it, frustrated that it’s not as it should be…

Reminder: Evening of Hope

Only 6 sleeps left!

Forgive us for our excitement, but really we can't wait to share with you that life after hopelessness exists. 

Just in case you forgot, our Evening of Hope is going ahead next WednesdayOctober 22nd at19.15 pm in the Skylon Hotel in Drumcondra, Dublin. 

Just turn up and take a seat. There's no charge. Everyone is welcome. 

Don't be shy. We're all in this together :)

See you there! 


Below is a contribution from a fellow Freedom Fighter. A little Hope for your Thursday, or any day :)


I won’t tell you hope is the light at the end of the tunnel, That feels too cliché for what I wish to relay That’s not to say it doesn’t ring true But borrowing words to speak my truth won’t do I want to impart something real, something you can’t help but feel. Something inspiring to quash the tiring endless spiel Of a voice that doesn't belong, has no place in our lives, And replace it with the hope that can help us survive.
Hope is the fire in my bones that fuelled me to get here, Pushing me forward even when the path was unclear When life was fraught with fear, shame always near Never ok like I tried so hard to appear.
When I didn’t have it I had nothing, My mind a cavern of hate, I could not abate my own words of self loathing Bouncing off the walls, constantly echoing in every limb And igniting the desire to cause harm upon my own skin.
It wasn’t just once. It wasn’t a phase. It was a rec…

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