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That Bloody Dog.

by Lori Dwyer on March 16, 2011 · 51 comments

This is my dog.

Her name is Scarlette. Yup, spelt like that too, thanks to Tony. (Scarlette. Hours later, after we named her, we realised we should have saved that name for a baby, and named the dog Violet instead, to fit in with Purple life we were building..)

I suppose she should get a pseudonym, everyone else here does. But I couldn’t think of an appropriate one other than ‘That Bloody Dog’, and that doesn’t seem every nice. So we’ll go with her real name and hope no one takes legal action.

Tony and I, we referred to her as our ‘practise baby’. If we could raise a dog OK, then we were fine to have kids.

Maybe that’s why I freaked out so much when I found out I was pregnant. This dog was chronically, atrociously misbehaved. What the hell were we going to do with a child?

Tony and I, we bought Scarlette just days after we moved into the Purple House. As a tiny puppy, we fed her and cared for her and walked her.

Walking. When I was pregnant, the first time around, I walked every day, for hours, a kilometre or two, dog by my side.

And then I had kids. And the dog.. well.. suffice to say, I think, that she became Tony’s dog, more than mine.

Scarlette and Tony hung out in their garage at the back of the house. When Tony went out onto the street to talk to the neighbours, Scarlette came too.

We never worried about her running off. A call of her name and she’d be back. A few times, she was inadvertently locked outside our back gate for hours. And she sat, patiently, waiting to be let back in.

Why would she want to go anywhere, when she had it so good here?

Let’s face it, I’m moving to a rental. Protection aside, a dog is a pain in the butt, and it would much easier to move without her. My emotional ties to anything except my kids at the moment are more than minimal.

But.. hey, good dogs can be hard to find. And now that’s she’s grown up a bit, she’s a damn good dog. She has her bad habits- pulling on the lead being just the beginning…

But the Bump, she quite often flops on Scarlette in the backyard like the dog is a pillow. And Chop and Scarlette, they run for hours, chasing each other round and round…

Maybe she’s not my dog now, so much as the Chop’s dog. And goodness knows, all boys need a dog. Especially boys without a daddy.

When my neighbours cut Tony down, when they were performing the CPR…. Scarlette didn’t leave Tony’s side for a second, not until the paramedics got there and they had to lock her up. She stayed with Tony, as they tried to revive him. Licking his face, nuzzling him.. trying to wake him up.

She stayed with him, when I couldn’t. And, as stupid as it sounds to be saying this about a dog- I’ll forever be grateful to her for that.

And so that’s why… when we leave our Purple Life behind, in a week and a bit, to start a new one….

Scarlette, our dog? She’s coming too.


“Ohana means family. And family means no one gets left behind.”
Disney movie (shuddup). ‘Lilo and Stitch’.

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Helena March 21, 2011 at 9:19 pm

LOL! you champion, that's such a cute quote. Lilo and Stitch FTW. Good on you, it's so good for the kidlets to have a pet, especially during such a rough period of change in their little egocentric worlds. I think she'll be a good friend to you too, just quietly :) take care xox

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Karyn March 21, 2011 at 8:09 am

Of course Scarlette should go – I read somewhere – "every boy needs a dog, and a mother wise enough to give him one"

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Kakka March 20, 2011 at 7:10 pm

Hope the move goes as well as it can, and taking the wonderful Scarlette – as if you could really leave her behind … cause as you say, the Chop is now her master and every boy needs his dog. xxx

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Christine March 19, 2011 at 7:14 pm

Dogs is important!!!!

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Watershedd March 18, 2011 at 8:23 am

They are the most loyal creature and also the most accepting. They ask nothing and give everything. You will enjoy Scarlette again. She's part of your family.

Safe move and peace in familiar surrounds. X

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Matthew & Julia March 17, 2011 at 9:02 pm

"Like"

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Marianna Annadanna March 17, 2011 at 10:48 am

I love pets. Not as much dogs as cats, but I still love them. I've often said that when I have kids if for some reason my new baby is allergic to my cats, I'll have to find a good home for the baby. ;)

Glad you're taking her along, and hoping she'll being you some happiness.

love and peace,
Marianna

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In Real Life March 17, 2011 at 8:51 am

Scarlette is so beautiful, I am glad to hear that you are able to take her with you. When Andrew and I named our cat, Hailey, I regretted it too, wishing that I would have saved that name for a daughter – although, when I tell my daughter that, she exclaims that she is so glad that we didn't name her Hailey!

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Yules March 17, 2011 at 8:16 am

I follow your blog always Lori, but this just made me cry! I'm so glad you're taking her with you. She might not be a person, but she will love you unconditionally, and always give as long as she can.

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Andrea March 17, 2011 at 7:38 am

Excellent.

Rental, plus country town and dog should be an easier combination than finding a rental with a dog in the city. Especially if you have been a home owner.

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Megan March 17, 2011 at 5:16 am

Scarlette reminds me of my (late) dog Georgia, who had my whole heart and then some. My ex and I named her Georgia because the first time she made any noise in our presence, it was when "Georgia On My Mind" started playing on the radio. Glad Scarlette is staying with you. She sounds like family.

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JourneyBeyondSurvival March 17, 2011 at 2:20 am

Gotta love that supportiveness in anyone. I'm glad Chop has a chum.

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Steph(anie) March 17, 2011 at 1:57 am

I am glad.

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rageagainsttheblackdog March 17, 2011 at 1:17 am

It is fantastic news that she is coming with you, and Chop and Bump will love playing with her I am sure.

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Ms Styling You March 16, 2011 at 11:25 pm

Good luck with your move xx

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Hear Mum Roar March 16, 2011 at 10:56 pm

PS – one of our dogs is a staffy too, and anytime someone here is sick or hurt, she gets very upset and tries to work out a way to do something too

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Hear Mum Roar March 16, 2011 at 10:54 pm

I'm so happy to hear it! My son loves to use our two dogs as a pillow too! He also gets into this trance likes state when he strokes their ears, it's like a relaxing drug to him. She'll be there for your Chop:)

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Melissa March 16, 2011 at 10:27 pm

You're right – good dogs are hard to find, and she does sound like a good one. I'm glad you're able to take her with you – I imagine she'll be a comfort to you and the kids. Thinking of you today.

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Kristina Hughes March 16, 2011 at 9:12 pm

I'm so glad you're taking Scarlette with you. I'm a bit soppy about certain dogs – I strongly believe that the right dog can help a family get back on its feet – mine certainly has!
http://autism-somethoughts.blogspot.com/2010/06/claude.html
Good luck with your move, Lori xxxxx

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Lucy March 16, 2011 at 9:02 pm

Life is never the same without the bloody dog. Bloodu relieved you are all staying together.

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Maxabella March 16, 2011 at 8:43 pm

Oh, she's coming alright. I reckon you'd have Buckleys of leaving her behind. Look at that little face!! x

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Salamander March 16, 2011 at 8:15 pm

Your fur baby will multiply the love in your house ten-fold. Just sit and watch Chop and Bump play with Scarlette – it will warm you heart (I hope!)
So glad your girl is going with you. She needs you.
xxxxxx

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Amy xxoo March 16, 2011 at 7:53 pm

Scarlette looks like a champion dog ( Staffys usually are! ). And also ? " Lilo and Stitch " rocks – my sister and i say that line to each other all the time…

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Kelloggsville March 16, 2011 at 7:50 pm

I walk a couple of staffies for a friend. Dreadful on the lead but lovely lovely dogs. All families need a pet. I'm so pleased she stays with you xxx

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Miss Pink March 16, 2011 at 6:33 pm

At first i was reading this thinking you were going to ask for someone to take your dog.
I was falling in love with your dog, and screaming "Take her with you! Screw the rental, she's worth it! She's your baby too!"
I am so freaking glad you're taking her with you.

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Adalita March 16, 2011 at 6:24 pm

Oh she is such a loyal and gorgeous dog, I'm glad you are keeping her as she is a part of your family as much as your kids are too. I hope she settles well with the kids too. I'm glad you are feeling better, it shows in your beautiful writing that you are making steps for your new life.

hugs Adalita

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A Daft Scots Lass March 16, 2011 at 6:02 pm

Scarlette's earned her place in the family…

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Marika utomjording(extraterrestre, alien) March 16, 2011 at 5:52 pm

Lovely!
Good on you you'r taking the dog along.
My boys would need a dog too.

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e012cef2-4f97-11e0-9cf8-000bcdcb8a73 March 16, 2011 at 5:37 pm

That made me want to cry hearing how loyal she was at such a terrible time! Gorgeous dog, so glad your taking her. She is definitely part of the family! :) Hope the move goes smoothly and love and all the good stuff shines on your new life xx

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Through the looking glass March 16, 2011 at 4:04 pm

What a lovely post. Scarlette sounds like a sweetheart. Certainly cheeky, but a sweetheart. x

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Corinne – Daze of My Life March 16, 2011 at 3:49 pm

Oh that's love. It's true every boy needs a dog. x

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Susan March 16, 2011 at 3:42 pm

Nawwwwww….so happy that bloody dog is going to move with you,she looks beautiful.

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Beck March 16, 2011 at 3:28 pm

A special friend with a special bond. At least she doesn't talk back! :)

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Sarah March 16, 2011 at 3:16 pm

Oh as I was reading that I thought you were going to rehome her, I'm so glad she gets to move to a new life with you guys xx

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alliecat March 16, 2011 at 3:10 pm

What a good, and sooo gorgeous dog. I am glad your kids have her, and in time I think you'll be glad you kept her too. Good dogs can be hard to find. And she was good to Tony, right to the end.

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bigwords is… March 16, 2011 at 3:05 pm

Oh phew, so glad 'That Bloody Dog' will stay with you. Speaking of names we had two goats when we got married (our practise babies). We named them Ollie and Nelly. And then when we had children I was grumpy we didn't call the girl goat Daisy, as we first thought, because Nelly would be a great girls' name. And with three girls we were running out names! Good luck with the move Lori xx

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Megan Blandford March 16, 2011 at 3:01 pm

Beautiful, Lori. So glad you can take her with you. x

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Leanne March 16, 2011 at 2:59 pm

Oh she's so cute! So pleased she gets to go too.
L

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Annieb25 March 16, 2011 at 2:50 pm

Oh man I was wondering where you were going with that. I was poised ready to call you to say I'll take her … so glad I don't have to, because I don't have your number ;) I love the word Ohana – and am very glad noone gets left behind. xxx

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Fi March 16, 2011 at 2:42 pm

I'm so glad to hear you're taking your furbaby with you. Yes, dogs can be an absolute PITA, but no more so than humans – and she's so beautiful.

I hope the move goes smoothly for you and that it helps to heal your heart just a teensy bit more.

Also just wanted to say that I'm still here, reading every post, I just never know what to say. Everything I write just seems to look wrong & pointless on the screen. But there isn't a single day that goes by that I don't think of you and send love and thoughts your way.

Looking forward to meeting you from afar on the weekend xx

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CynAbu March 16, 2011 at 2:39 pm

Your ending quote says it all… We left our cats in Canada when we moved to Australia a year and a half ago and we all still miss them terribly…

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Glowless @ Where’s My Glow March 16, 2011 at 2:38 pm

Dogs are family. Map Guy and I use the Ohana quote all the time, I love it.
Scarlette is beautiful :)

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suburp March 16, 2011 at 2:38 pm

oh my..that looks like a lovely dog..
and she sounds good too, indeed.
i am glad you don't (have to) give her away..
x

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ForeverRhonda March 16, 2011 at 2:35 pm

That's awesome. I think it's great that you let the kids keep the dog.

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Courtneyb March 16, 2011 at 2:34 pm

She is a lovely shade of chocolate isnt she? PS i found the easter egg…

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partofbeingsane March 16, 2011 at 7:46 pm

Staffy's are beautiful! she is a lovely colour :)

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Madmother March 16, 2011 at 7:07 pm

She is gorgeous.

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Emily {Mum’s the Word} March 16, 2011 at 4:56 pm

Love this! Seriously brought tears to my eyes!
The last few lines and photo done it! :p

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Good Golly Miss Holly! March 16, 2011 at 3:32 pm

That bloody *awesome* dog x

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myshoeboxlife.com March 16, 2011 at 3:15 pm

I'm with Annie, thought you were going to tell us how beautiful she was and that you needed a loving home. So glad to hear she's staying with you. x

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Mrs Woog March 16, 2011 at 2:28 pm

You need to take your Staffy. xx

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by Lori Dwyer on December 10, 2013 · 29 comments

I’m still here. I’m just not… really.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Or, worse… I know exactly what’s wrong with me. I’m so depressed I don’t even want to cry. There’s not enough feel left in me for those kind of emotions.

I’m losing whole days and I’m not even sure what’s happening to them. I feel a bit like I’m walking through weightless, opaque fog. The world is a movie set. One tiny push of my finger will disturb it and the world around me will shimmer and crumble and suck itself down into a whirlpool of black nothingness. I wonder what that would be like.

Not much different to this, really. Existing in a black vacuum, where nothing echoes because nothing is real.

Some days it’s hard to follow conversations. Reality confuses me. I say things that aren’t quite right. I trip over my words, my tongue is useless and too big in my mouth.

I stop writing anything at all. I don’t want to sit and pull great big gloops of myself out of my head and onto the screen because that might hurt.

I sit in the office of my newly-found shrink, Luke, and I cry. I curl into myself and pour out pain and despair and desolateness. He tells me I have severe post traumatic stress disorder, severe anxiety, severe depression.

I knew all that. I just don’t understand why it’s so bad now. Why I’ve been able to be so strong for so long. Why I’ve been relatively functional the last few years and now everything’s a mess.

I don’t know how to fix myself. I’m just waiting it out. I make myself do things, little things. Luke the Shrink calls it ‘behavioural activation’. I think that means that I’m trying to trick myself into not being so stagnant. Remind my brain of the physiological benefits of activity.

So I wash my face. I clean my teeth. Some days I’m incapable of even doing that.

But I’m here. Still. Just. Kind of.

This too shall pass.

It has to.

 

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Michelle January 8, 2014 at 4:22 pm

Hi Lori. I just came across your blog as a result of reading about you in an article about suicide in a magazine…just read your words about why is it (depression) happening now, when you’d been so strong for so long. Blew me away as I’d been using those exact same words myself until just recently. My brother committed suicide two years ago now. I was
so strong too, for so long (shock of course, to
begin with) did everything I could for my
parents, who were just incapacitated with grief. It took a long time for the real grief to sink in for me but when it did, it really did. It’s taken me 6 months. This grief thing doesn’t always work in a linear or tidy fashion does it? What gives me hope for you is that you realise that ‘ this too will pass’…because it will Lori and that knowledge also helped me get through. It doesn’t last forever. Just give yourself time, be gentle to yourself, dont stop blogging and ignore the ignorant- like the person 2 replies in. Whoever you are, this is Lori’s blog and if you dont like it, get off and don’t seek this blog out. One last thing, when it’s past and you feel like you can lift your face to the sun again…that feeling is the best, most sweetest in the world. Yes there’s being strong at the time, and then there’s being strong enough to get through this. I honestly think this last 6 months was harder for me Lori, and day by day you are getting closer so make sure you acknowledge yourself for what you are going through now. And thanks for being so brave by sharing this. xx M

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Ruby Janw January 8, 2014 at 7:14 pm

Hi Simone,

Yes this is Lori’s blog etc…and I am entitled to say what I like. Why is that if a person doesnt reply in sweet and cheerful tones they are called trolls, ignorant etc. I stand by what I wrote….

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Lori January 15, 2014 at 11:22 am

Thanks so much for your comment Michelle. Welcome to RRSAHM :)
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Simone December 27, 2013 at 4:54 pm

I wondered where you’d been (I follow you on fb)
I hope you’re ok
Big hugs

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Ruby Jane December 26, 2013 at 5:25 pm

Why do you have this incessant need to indulge in self pitty? Why do you need to moan about about how shit you feel all the damn time. Are you the only person in the world who suffers from depression? It seems like you write to seek positive comments.., to hVe your ego stroked..if your mental health issues are so bloody bad , why don’t you admitt yourself into a mental ward of your local hospital and get properly treated for what you are going through? Get the proper help you need befor you cause even more damage to those adorable kids of yours…Tyler and Daisy have already gone through to much….they don’t deserve to see you their mum like this…..go back to Sydney if you can’t cope, go back Lori! Stop being selfish…..think of the kids….they didn’t ask to have you as a mother……haters hate all you like, I have the right to express my thoughts as I wish…..Lori needs to take stock of Her life….

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Cynthia December 28, 2013 at 5:22 am

Ok Ruby, I accept your invitation to hate you as a hater. Your “thoughts” are just an open expression of your bitter soul, and make no relevant comment on the life of anyone outside of yourself. Love your thin pretense of concern for Her kids.

Its been years – ask yourself why you still come around. Perhaps you need to see someone to resolve YOUR long term emotional issues – take stock of your life…

Note that an ellipsis consists of exactly three – and only three periods. If you used correct grammar, you would be right about one thing:)

Lori, do not even bother to publish my comment. I imagine you know this bitch and will recognize it as a holiday card from an alternate universe – where Ruby Jane is important to someone – good luck to whomever that might be.

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Ruby Jane December 28, 2013 at 2:01 pm

Hahaha….Cynthia . You’re hilarious. Thanks for taking time out to reply to my comment….I guess you recognise the fact that I am a bitch because you’re one? Love you Lori….you’re a champion the true sense of the word…..

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Helen K January 16, 2014 at 11:58 pm

Ruby Jane – I think you know a lot more about aspects of Lori and her family’s life than I do so I won’t comment about your specific aspects (although I do think your comment re. ‘They didn’t ask to gave you as a mother’ is particularly cruel – they also didn’t ask to have the circumstances with their father either). I note that even though you may know more than me, you probably still don’t know everything. It is easy to judge harshly but be careful in doing that without that full knowledge – and certainly on a public forum like a blog comment page. I do get the impression that Lori is trying to do the best she can – and also believe there is no such thing as a perfect parent (we all have flaws and most kids, in general, grow up ok). Otherwise, my only other comment to you is that, in reading her posts, I gave not noted Lori using her children’s names. While people who know the family will know who they are, the rest of us don’t. I think you should also respect that, and not use her kids names (which I am guessing you have – they don’t read as pseudonyms). Cheers.

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Miss Pink December 20, 2013 at 4:22 pm

I’m always a phone call or text away. Let me know things are hard and I’m happy to check in with you loads. Sorry I’ve been so absent online and I’m only just seeing this now. But if you want me I am here, you just have to let me know.

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Megan December 19, 2013 at 1:25 pm

You’re safe. For the first time in a long time, you are safe enough to fall apart. Please be kind to yourself. x

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Dawn December 16, 2013 at 8:38 am

I’ve been checking back hoping to see an update that you are feeling a bit better. I just want you to know you have people rooting for you! I am! People you don’t even know, will never know, care about you. Give those beautiful babies of yours a big hug and a kiss on the forehead and know you are loved. And you will feel better, maybe not today but maybe tomorrow. If not, the next day, probably. At some point it can only get better.

I have an appointment with a hypnotherapist to help me deal with my depression. I’m in the middle of a bad patch right now. If I never had to leave the house again I’d be a happy girl. Actually, I wouldn’t but think I would.

I’m learning a little about self hypnosis and meditating online and think it’s actually helping. Who would have thought quieting yourself and just being could make you feel better? Not me!

I think it helps clear my mind of all the negative crap I have rattling around in there. Might be worth a try? I’m really starting to like it. A few times I’ve actually felt almost good when the timer goes off to signal the end of my time. Good? I almost can’t remember what that (or anything besides annoyed) feels like. I have two kidlets and struggle with finding a quiet spot sometimes. I’ve found running the shower and meditating on the bathroom rug work in pinch. Ha!

Just keep swimming!

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Karen December 15, 2013 at 3:33 pm

Lori, I am so sorry you are feeling so shit. I hate the not knowing why you are there and I hate the having to wait and wade it out. You have been through enough and I wish you were already through this part, too! But you are totally right. There is an other side, and you will get there! So glad you are holding your chin above the water line! Hugs.

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Karen December 15, 2013 at 3:37 pm

Reading the other comments now, and I’ve found in my own life that sometimes when I have to toe the line and keep going without thinking or letting things hit me, there comes a point eventually when stuff slows down and all the stuff I was working through hits all at once. It can be exhausting and usually comes out in lots of tears, usually with great exhaustion or sickness.

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Linda December 12, 2013 at 3:11 pm

I have no words of wisdom, just wanted you to know you have lots of people sending you hugs (())

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Whoa, Molly! December 12, 2013 at 1:05 pm

I think it could be because you had this purpose and this all consuming reason to not fall apart for so long. Moving to a new state and starting a totally new life is huge. HUGE! And now that’s done, you’ve got the time and space to fall apart. Maybe you had to, or needed to. I mean, maybe, I’m no expert. I’m just going on what happens to me and we are all different.

I’m best with some consuming huge thing to thrust all of my emotions and energy and anxiety into. When I’ve got a cause to focus on, I accomplish Herculean tasks. When they are over? I flop. I fall. My brain has nothing to funnel my hideous emotions and anxiousness into and so it starts funnelling it into destroying me, mentally.

I’m hoping that your new Shrinkola is helping. I’m hoping that you are able to crawl out and feel amazing again soon! You deserve it! Doing little things is the best thing that you can do, because at some point those little things reach critical mass and become big things! You can totally do this. It just sucks waiting for the tide to recede, but we all know it will.

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Jenni December 11, 2013 at 10:34 pm

It’s bad now BECAUSE you have been so strong for so long. Your mind can only hold all that back for so long. It needs to come out and fighting it probably won’t help.
Allow yourself to feel, to work through it and eventually there will be a glimmer of light come back into your life.
For now, just be kind to yourself and do what you need.
Many of us have been there and are here for you. If we can come through it, so can you.
Time, love and patience xxx

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Linda Trim December 11, 2013 at 9:57 pm

Lori, I have been following you for a very long time now, but don’t say anything: I let others put their comments in. I wouldn’t doubt your shrink saying that you might have post traumatic stress disorder, but is it possible that you are bipolar? The severe down that you are on just makes me wonder. And it seems that so many people are not diagnosed until at least the age that you are at. Perhaps it is something to consider. God Bless and I wish you well.

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Suzy Mac December 11, 2013 at 9:40 pm

“it will be all right in the end, and if it’s not- well its not the end yet”
Lori I emailed you a while back with Dr Wood’s details – he really is worth the drive out to the eastern burbs. Seriously he can jump start your neurotransmitters & have you feeling marginally if not much better right away. I wouldnt mention it if I didnt know it would help- Its worth a try …
Xo
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Helen K January 16, 2014 at 11:45 pm

Suzy – are you referring to Graeme Wood? if so, I agree – very calm and methodological (only thing us, if you are an anxious person, who panics about being late, factor in waiting time! When going through a lot of anxiety myself, these delays made me more stressed!)

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Alyson December 11, 2013 at 8:51 pm

Lori. This WILL pass. You know it will. It hurts like hell. But it will get better. Hang in there. One hour at a time if you have to. And know that you are not alone. Sending strong, good vibes your way xxx

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Mel G December 11, 2013 at 8:19 pm

Oh Lori…. I’m glad you’re still here, I was a bit concerned too. So many things I want to say, but the words aren’t coming out right :-(

This too shall pass *hugs*

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Toni @ Finding Myself Young December 11, 2013 at 9:44 am

Oh Lori I was wondering if you were ok because I hadn’t seen any posts for a while. I totally understand where you are at. When my post natal depression first started a few months ago I felt exactly like this. I too wondered how I had been so independent and together for the past few years and then suddenly it all fell apart and I couldn’t function. It was explained to me that because I’d had a baby which is a huge change it triggers something and the depression comes back. Perhaps your move has triggered it all again? I’m not a shrink, just speculating. I had to start doing tiny things again too because my psychologist said if I took a big step too quickly I would regress further. It has taken me a few months but I am back to feeling normal again. I hope it works for you too xx
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Marianne December 11, 2013 at 1:58 am

Depression lies. You know that. Also? A body at rest tends to stay at rest. A body in motion tends to stay in motion. I know you don’t feel like it…but move. It will get better. It will.
On the practical side…has Dr. Luke changed up anything with your meds? Should he?

Hang in there, sweetpea. You have a good life, you’re actually out on the other side of the Black Woods…but the terror and the despair of getting through are just now catching up. Kind of like the adrenaline crash after you’ve avoided the major automotive wreck. Doesn’t hit you ’til you’re home safe on your couch.

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Kim December 10, 2013 at 10:56 pm

Oh darlin girl…
Could your move to Melb. (away from all that is familiar) be the reason it has all got worse?
How are the kids and the most amazing travelling through all of this? Is there an opportunity for a circuit breaker over Christmas? Could you all pack up and go home to your mum for Christmas and just get away for a bit. A change of scenery and being around familiar faces might lift your spirits?

xxx

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Kate December 10, 2013 at 10:47 pm

I feel you. One foot in front of the other x

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Drea B December 10, 2013 at 10:34 pm

I hope it passes soon. Be kind to yourself.

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Jenny December 10, 2013 at 10:34 pm

Aw, Lori. I know this can’t help much but I am thinking of you and sending you all the positive vibes I can muster.
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Martha December 11, 2013 at 11:19 am

Depression, or any flavour of mental illness, is a sneaky bastard. Hormones, stress triggers, sudden destressing, even the damn weather seems to be enough sometimes to push us over the brink from coping to falling through black. Hang in there. Do your small things, find rays of light where you can. Find some rare melbourne sunshine if you can – a warm conservatory or greenhouse, or sunny window of a cafe. Wishing for a return of sunny days for you.

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by Sarah Hawker on September 9, 2010 · 7 comments

Another dust collecting guest post- this one’s the work of my lovely mate Sarah over at Just Me. And… take it awaaaay Sarah!!

So the other girls have posted about their lack of dust collectors, I on the other hand have a lot… Can I use that as my excuse for taking so long to do this post Miss Lori?! LOL

We have quite a few nick nacks around the place.

First I was going to talk about my Swarovski cows, a collection I love that my mum has started. Then I thought they weren’t sentimental enough.

I thought about the Willow Tree figure and crystal angel two beautiful friends gave me when I lost a baby at the beginning of the year, but I haven’t had them for very long.

My next thought was my new age hippy type crystals (quartz etc), but really they’re a bit boring.

I have a few cows around the place (sense a theme?!) but while they’re dust collectors, they’re not sentimental.

So I sat & pondered, my eyes scanning my lounge room shelves & I saw them right in front of me & I hadn’t even thought of mentioning them before now.

I have four “pets in a bottle” that my hubby gave me for varying reasons. They are teeny tiny little handmade clay animals (maybe 1cm high max) that are inside equally tiny glass bottles.


I have a dragon, a monkey & an echidna, but my favourite is this little elephant. He was the first one I got & hubby said “it’s an elephant so you’ll never forget I love you”. Naaawww how sweet is that?!

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Farmers Wifey September 9, 2010 at 2:18 pm

That little elephant is so cute…..dust collector?? Never!

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Kamarine September 9, 2010 at 12:39 pm

They are ridiculously cute. What a sweetie.

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life in a pink fibro September 9, 2010 at 9:29 am

Am laughing at the comment by @lacochran's evil twin – there is an amazing array of stuff to collect out there. I try to avoid it. Too many years with a 'collecting' mum. But I'm glad yours bring you such pleasure.

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Kimberly September 9, 2010 at 9:15 am

What I would like to know is who had the patience to make them so tiny and put them in a bottle. THAT is talent!

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Me ‘N My Monkeys September 9, 2010 at 9:01 am

aaww how sweet!
They are very cute.
i have "to many" dust collectors, and im in the process of trying to work out whats worth keeping.
Decisions, Decisions…..

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lacochran’s evil twin September 9, 2010 at 7:08 am

Why do I hear Sting singing "Free, free, set them free…" ?

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Eva Gallant September 9, 2010 at 12:13 pm

That is soo sweet! Those make a neat collection1

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The ‘Other’ Cat

by Lori Dwyer on November 12, 2012 · 12 comments

*ahem*

Erm. Well– funny you should ask that, Sharon…. I’ve been meaning to address that for a while now.

Sadly (or maybe not so sadly, actually, because I really think three cats would qualify me for crazy cat lady status. And I’m only thirty one), Mr Tree has not returned to the TinyTrainHouse. I’m starting to wonder if we would recognize him if he did…?

Our ‘second cat’ has actually been around for far longer than the Tree, or George (who is recovering beautifully following a very freaking expensive dose of antibiotics at the local vets. And still as curious and eager to bolt for the open door as ever). In fact, cat Number Two– who I’m positive considers himself well and truly Cat Number One– has been my mate since even before the Purple Before. When I lived in my little shoebox flat as a broke and slightly–terrified–of–life uni student, my second cat (who is actually my first cat) lived there, too.

Jellybeans, meet Dim Sum. Or Mr Dim Sum, as the kidlets have lovingly rechristened him. He’s a great big heavy fluffy ungraceful lump of gorgeous.

I rescued Dim Sum from the Animal Welfare League not long after having another cat put down. Dim Sum was this tiny, fluffy black ball of recaltricient mischief. “Are you sure you want that one…?” Asked the AWL cat–woman, not unkindly, in a lilting Scottish accent that seemed remarkably fitting to her cat–lady role. “He’s been making a terrible fuss in the nursery, that one, chasing the other kittens to and fro..”

I was sold. Fluffy, trouble-maker kitten– mine. How he got the name Dim Sum is… beyond even me, to be honest. Something to do with a low–budget Chinese restaurant that sat for years on the outskirts of the rrural surburban Sudney market gardens suburbs, with a crude and ugly hand lettered sign proclaiming ‘Chinese Dim Sum!! No MSG! No GST!’; and a tiny kitten newly removed from the only home he’d really ever known, crying and crying

“Dimmmmm summmmmm!! Dimmmmmm summmmmm!”

OK… I’m totally making that up. Not the Chinese restaurant bit, but the meowing-sounding-like-Dim-Sum. I think naming him was just one of those ridiculous whims you’re still entitled to indulge in when you’re twenty. (When you’re thirty, the only ridiculous whim available is allowing your children to name your pets. The names– such as Mr Tree and George– are just as obscure.)

Dim Sum has had a pretty cruisy existence, except for one run-in with particularly nasty neighbor which we won’t talk about too much here… you just never know who may be reading. (But I will say– don’t underestimate me. Just because you think I’m irresponsible and immature, that does not mean my cat will not be microchipped when you take him back to the same place I purchased him from and report him as a stray. Heh.) He transitioned without drama or fuss from the Shoebox Flat, to the Purple House. Bizarrely enough, he and Scarlette the staffie became the best of mates, and the cat could often be found cuddled in the dog’s bed. Providing the dog wasn’t around. Dim Sum also made the journey from the Purple Life to Paradise, then to the TinyTrainHouse– again, without fuss. Honestly, I think he may just be a bit too geriatric, not to mention stubborn and cranky, to be bothered running away. And why, when things are so damn good for him here…?

Now, before anyone says “Wow, that’s a really big cat!”– I know. He is one really big cat. Twelve kilos of cat, in fact, which is twenty six pounds in American and, for the un–feline–iated, well over the eight kilo average. My mate Bunny refers to him as ‘the Godfather’ and seeing Dim Sum lazing in the sun, twice the size of the neighbors cats and absolutely dwarfing George, the pseudonym suits him.

Dim Sum is so big that he has been mistaken for a dog, from behind a screen door or paling fence, on more than one occasion. (Really– not even joking. Moving into the TinyTRainHouse, I’m searching for Scarlette and the removalist says “That’s not your dog there?” Umm… no. That’s a cat). The wooden floors of the TinyTrainHouse literally shake when he jumps– or slides, as the case may be– from lounge to floor; and I warn overnight house-guests that the heavy footfalls they may hear in the night are not child nor apparition… just cat.

My mum mentions to me a few weeks ago that Dim Sum, my big floppy teddy bear of a cat who used to sleep wrapped like a snood around my head while I was in bed (until he reached, roughly, the nine kilo threshold– there’s only so much purring, simpering fluff one can stand at five am, especially in the time Before Children). And I look at him, properly look at him, for the first time in a while… and she’s right. He’s a bit skinnier, a bit slower, a bit less playful and a bit grumpier. I can’t even put my finger on it exactly– he’s just that bit more ancient, more fragile and weary, than he was six months ago.

“How will you be, when he goes?” Asks my mum, and she’s gently running her hand over the black sleek of Dim Sum’s head– a small miracle for my mother, who’s never been much of a ’pet person’. “He’s been your mate for such a long time now…”

And again, she’s right– aren’t mothers always, when they’re yours?– but it hardly even seems an issue, not at all a question worth asking. I’ll be fine, of course– I fail to see any other option. And after husbands and dogs and chooks, laying one of my oldest mates to rest after a long, happy life won’t be the trauma it once may have been.

It’s strange to think that, amongst the few things I feel I salvaged from the Lori who lived even before the Before, it’s a cat who’s born witness to all these changing seasons of being me. And, equally bizarrely, it’s a comfort. It’s just a stupid cat… but this cat, who’s been with me all this time, he feels like a tangible thread, proof that I am, essentially, still the same person I was all those thousands a few years ago.

It’s possible (probable…?) I’m being melodramatic– I do know that my other cat, my first cat, may have a lot of life left in him yet. I’m actually not sure what George would do without him. Despite George harassing the much older cat in much the same way the Chop harasses the Bump; and Dim Sum appearing to chastise and scold the little guy with his eyes, a grumpy disapproval evident on his face… I still find them curled up like this.

Happy cats. And please, consider this post the first official entry into the Crazy Cat Lady Chronicles. I see to be blogging about cats a lot lately… but, really, it’s because you all keep asking for them.

You only have yourselves to blame.

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Amy Lee November 18, 2012 at 1:07 pm

I see nothing wrong with posting about your cats. I post more about my 3 cats on Facebook then I do about my 3 kids…lol

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Anonymous November 14, 2012 at 10:42 am

Well, I feel sorta special- that was my comment! Lol

I was never a cat person,then over the course of a six month period I had 2 stray cats make my home theirs and I adore them!

I have Suki who is a bit of a princess. So affectionate but let's you know she's had enough by biting or hissing at you.
Then there is the gorgeous Dusk who is just so daft and unco and placid and adorable.

Sigh..I'm a crazy cat lady at 30 as well :)

Shannon

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Spagsy November 13, 2012 at 10:12 am

God bless dim sum. I'm a dog person but I really loved this post Lori.
I love the godfather imagery. What a hoot!
Xxrah rah

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binny November 12, 2012 at 11:13 pm

I have always loved cats but when I moved in with my cat hating partner I was very dissapointed at the thought of never ever having a cat in my family! Surely I would be able to make him come round? Soooo when he asked me on every special occasion what I would like I would reply "I would love a cat and a black cat would be the best present ever". To my suprise at Easter I was given a black collar with little jewels on it for my beautiful black cat milly that was born on valentines day! Milly is now a very spoilt addition to our family that loves to sleep on our bed and cuddle up to the once cat hating partner and of course in his eyes she can't do anything wrong.

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binny November 12, 2012 at 11:13 pm

I have always loved cats but when I moved in with my cat hating partner I was very dissapointed at the thought of never ever having a cat in my family! Surely I would be able to make him come round? Soooo when he asked me on every special occasion what I would like I would reply "I would love a cat and a black cat would be the best present ever". To my suprise at Easter I was given a black collar with little jewels on it for my beautiful black cat milly that was born on valentines day! Milly is now a very spoilt addition to our family that loves to sleep on our bed and cuddle up to the once cat hating partner and of course in his eyes she can't do anything wrong.

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binny November 12, 2012 at 11:13 pm

I have always loved cats but when I moved in with my cat hating partner I was very dissapointed at the thought of never ever having a cat in my family! Surely I would be able to make him come round? Soooo when he asked me on every special occasion what I would like I would reply "I would love a cat and a black cat would be the best present ever". To my suprise at Easter I was given a black collar with little jewels on it for my beautiful black cat milly that was born on valentines day! Milly is now a very spoilt addition to our family that loves to sleep on our bed and cuddle up to the once cat hating partner and of course in his eyes she can't do anything wrong.

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binny November 12, 2012 at 11:13 pm

I have always loved cats but when I moved in with my cat hating partner I was very dissapointed at the thought of never ever having a cat in my family! Surely I would be able to make him come round? Soooo when he asked me on every special occasion what I would like I would reply "I would love a cat and a black cat would be the best present ever". To my suprise at Easter I was given a black collar with little jewels on it for my beautiful black cat milly that was born on valentines day! Milly is now a very spoilt addition to our family that loves to sleep on our bed and cuddle up to the once cat hating partner and of course in his eyes she can't do anything wrong.

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binny November 12, 2012 at 11:05 pm

I have always loved cats but when I moved in with my cat hating partner I was very dissapointed at the thought of never ever having a cat in my family! Surely I would be able to make him come round? Soooo when he asked me on every special occasion what I would like I would reply "I would love a cat and a black cat would be the best present ever". To my suprise at Easter I was given a black collar with little jewels on it for my beautiful black cat milly that was born on valentines day! Milly is now a very spoilt addition to our family that loves to sleep on our bed and cuddle up to the once cat hating partner and of course in his eyes she can't do anything wrong.

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Toni November 12, 2012 at 8:44 pm

I have 3 cats and have had them for a few years and Ive only just turned 28. I might just be one of the youngest crazy cat ladies out there.

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Elise November 13, 2012 at 1:18 am

26 pounds????? WOWZA! I have a big black cat and she's only 14.8# and I thought that was fat. Does your vet want Dim Sum on a diet?

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Kimmie November 12, 2012 at 12:48 pm

Hello Crazy Cat Lady…love your posts…From Crazy Dog Lady

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woahmolly.com November 12, 2012 at 8:30 am

Dim Sum is gorgeous! I love big old cats. That picture of Him and George is beautiful!

I've got a cat that's been through it all with me too – I got her when I was 19, she's been the only constant in my life and she's always a comfort to me. Hello Kitty, the ginger monster is roughly twelve and I reckon she's got a good few years left in her.

Hooray for longterm feline companions! Crazy cat ladies for life!

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Michael- Muse Wars, Round Two.

by Lori Dwyer on August 1, 2012 · 7 comments

Muse Wars- Prescribed For Writers Block and Blog Disillusion


This is my submission for this month’s Muse Wars, Round Two. It’s a short story link-up for all those who enjoy doing a bit of creative writing, or those who would like to. Take the image supplied below, add one thousand-ish words, shake and pour. For when the muse has run away.

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Micheal was just the loveliest man.

That was the general consensus of the residents of this small, white collar suburb. Glensdale, as it was named by some unimaginative town planner on it’s inception in the mid–seventies, was completely unremarkable. It boasted a primary school, community hall and playground. It’s well–maintained roads were safe for children to ride push bikes until the first street light came on. Mothers with young children chatted on park benches, rocking prams with one hand and balancing decaf coffees in reusable thermos cups in the other. Middle aged couples in polyester tracksuits took mid afternoon power walks, small dogs with leads attached to diamanté collars pumping tiny legs in an effort to keep up.

Really, the only remotely remarkable thing about Glensdale was that it was so blandly unremarkable. A seamless forty minutes drive from the CBD. Crime rates were so low, with the exception of an occasional car window being smashed for the change in it’s ashtray, certainly by perpetrated teenagers drifted in from other suburbs; that they were almost completely non–existent. It wasn’t the sort of suburb where you bought your first home– not as prices as exorbitant as those in Glendale, definitely lot– but it’s possible that your second home, or maybe your investment property, would be there.

Five streets back from the main road that served as the official boundary of the suburb sat Glensdale Shopping Complex, squat and tired and grey. Five of the eights shops were empty, and had been for years, faded For Lease signs gathering dust in their windows. The remaining three housed Hair Beware, the only hairdresser in an eight kilometer radius, the overpriced Glensdale Convenience Store stocked with multicolored, mass–produced tat… and The Family Pizza Place.

The Family Pizza Place was run by Michael, who, of course, was just the loveliest man. Michael knew all his customers by name, and if he spotted a new face, he made it his business to know them, too.

Michael’s parents were hard working accountants who didn’t believe in coddling children and decided a babysitter was no longer a financial necessity when their only child was ten years of age. They’d moved him here the month after he turned eleven and Michael had been working, in one fashion or another, at The Family Pizza Place since two months after they first rolled their moving van into Glensdale. Too young to be legally paid be on the books; Michael worked every afternoon, four days a week, for five dollars an hour. At thirteen years old he began chopping and prepping ingredients. At fifteen he graduated to the front counter, and as soon as he had a license to drive he was doing deliveries.

No one– his parents least of all– really understood why he loved this small, hot, slightly grubby suburban pizza. But they certainly weren’t surprised that, when the Pizza Place’s owner announced his plans to sell the business and retire for good, Michael used his twelve years of hard earned savings to fund a small deposit on a much larger loan his parents took out on his behalf.

And they watched as he built the shabby business into something actually slightly profitable. The pizzas and pastas were as delicious as they always had been. It was Michael’s particular brand of customer service that had people, not only in Glensdale but also it’s surrounding suburbs, phoning for pizza on a regular basis.

Michael knew the names of his customer’s kids, girlfriend’s, grandparents and dogs. He remembered which families ordered their supreme pizzas without mushrooms and which ones requested extra olives. He would send a free ice cream cake round with a pizza delivery if he knew there was a birthday party going on. Local teenage boys watched their pizzas magically upgrade from a small pan to a full meal deal if Michael spotted them at one of the four small dine–in tables, attempting to entertain a date on a budget. And for wedding anniversaries, he made love heart shaped crusts.

It wasn’t the shop, Michael would explain whenever he was asked, always good natured in his reply. “It’s not the shop,” he’d say, a bizarre pride beaming from his words, “it’s the people. It’s the families. It’s this suburb, the life and soul of it.”

And he grins like a Chesire Cat, as if we were referring to the Moulin Rouge in Paris rather than a tiny suburban takeaway that always smelt like olives and feta and rank mozzarella.

Michael watched over his customers as though they were members of his own family. He proudly witnessed gawky boys grow into married men. He watched families kaleidoscope from swollen stomachs to teething toddlers to energetic children. And he cared deeply for every one of them.

Which was why he found it so very distressing, and took it so extremely personally, when he discovered the truth about Mr Marelli.

The Marelli’s were regular customers at The Family Pizza Place. They’d been ordering ham and pineapple on thick, supreme on thick and plain cheese on classic crust for themselves and their three kids for as about as long as Michael could remember– since he himself was in his late teens, surely.

Michael always felt his discretion was one of his grossly underrated strong points… you didn’t get to the point of knowing everything there was to know about everyone you knew, without also knowing when to keep your mouth shut.

So Michael kept his silence, folded him broad arms and meaty lips tight, even as it became clearer that something here just wasn’t right. He watched, patiently, as Mr Marelli’s regular order changed.

It was now peri peri on thin, minimal cheese, no breads, no drinks.

And a pretty blonde woman, who was most definitely not the Mrs Marelli Michael was familiar with, was always by his side, heels clicking and hair swishing, purring into this married man’s ear.

And what began as once a fortnight soon became two or three days a week. What Michael had been able to ignore at first became something far more serious. Michael could see Mrs Marelli knew all about her husband’s not–so–clandestine affair… it was marked all over her face every time she came into the shop with her children to pick up two pizzas– one ham and pineapple, one cheese for the kids.

The funeral for the blonde woman was held exactly one week later. Michael didn’t care to know if Mr Marelli attended. But he waited patiently by the phone for their order to come in.

Three pizzas. Garlic bread. A drink. Mr Manelli, looking a bit thin and smiling wanly as he came to pick it up. But he had his wife– the one Michael was familiar with– and his three children by his side.

Things were as they should be, Michael thought, humming to himself as the Marel
li’s bundled their children and pizza out into the cold night air. As they should be, indeed.

Michael knew everything about every one of his customers… the delivery address for the blond woman included. And really, his customers were like his family.

And Michael was just the loveliest man.

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woahmolly.com August 7, 2012 at 10:19 am

This was awesome! Creepy and delicious. It also made me hungry for pizza, which I will now be making tonight.

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Adria August 3, 2012 at 7:58 am

Hey
I like that

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Kelly HTandT August 2, 2012 at 8:57 pm

Haha Lori, I didn't see the creepy turn coming! Well done. Your descriptions made me feel like I was there.

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Claire Ferguson August 1, 2012 at 4:26 pm

Loved your mumbrella article. Hope you made it home in one pieces after blogopolis. I had a fabulous night with you… we must start that blog about you know what!

@FergDelight

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Meri Duncanson August 1, 2012 at 2:08 pm

Wow
Wonderfully written, I was entranced till the end.
Thank you.

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Madmother August 1, 2012 at 6:40 pm

Hey – can we add linky to our entries too? Can't find code.

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Madmother August 1, 2012 at 3:49 pm

You do know what I have to link to this one???

Don't you?

Think back.

I will try and write another too, but come on – it was just too perfect, lol.

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Why I bleep out all the f**king swear words in my blog.

by Lori Dwyer on April 2, 2010 · 10 comments

Ahoy bloggerphiles,

By far, the most common question I am asked by my six gazillion Followers is- Why do you asterisk out all the swear words in your blog? It’s the InterWeb, no one cares.

True, that. Well, some of it. Not the bit about the six gazillion Followers. And that question has actually never come up. But the rest of it is, like, totally true. Swear.

Simple answer, really. You see, way back in the day when I first started my blog, I made the executive decision to put a link to it on my Face book profile. The rationale behind this was of course, not for more traffic (of course not, how obsessive do you think I am? Er…don’t answer that one), but to keep me honest.

My FaceBook Friends include, among others, my mum, dad, assorted extended family, ex-employers, and the dreaded in-laws. I can say that bit, dreaded, because it’s highly unlikely they will be reading this. Unless they are. In which case, hi, I’m joking.

I figured, if I kept a link of my FaceBook to my blog, it would stop me potentially saying very stupid things about people I actually have to live in the vicintiy of. It also keeps me well aware of the fact that people I know in Real Life actually might be reading this. probably not, but the distinct possibility is there.

And in that strange other realm known as Real Life, I have an in-built swear filter. It’s a useful thing.A little gadget in my brain that automatically filters out the swear words and blasphemies when I happen to be talking to people I know are God-fearing, smite-fearing, or just plain eloquent and totally not in need of the F-word, or, heaven forbid, the C-word.

You following me? So, on my blog, the swear filter kicks in. Kinda. It forces me to put little characters like t%#s in the middle of any cuss words.Annoying, isn’t it? Sorry. But it makes me feel like I’m actually whispering the naughty word behind my hand, rather than saying it loud.

As if any of that makes any sense at all.

So, I leave you with this.

****.

And you can spend the rest of the day (or night, depending on your current continent of residence) wondering exactly which filthy word that one was.

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lori April 6, 2010 at 3:39 pm

haha! Sometimes there is no other word to express how you feel then the F bomb…but I admit I only say it around a very few people and my hubby tells me it sounds weird when I say it. I totally get your reasoning. My mom reads my blog too. But to those who spout it (or spell it) freely – I say, "Frikkin awesome!"

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Brenda April 3, 2010 at 5:55 pm

I'm a practising Catholic. And we go to church every Sunday. I'm not even kidding.

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tiff(threeringcircus) April 3, 2010 at 3:28 pm

ROFL! That made me chuckle.

PS. Thanks for putting the Team Ivy button up.

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Lucy April 3, 2010 at 8:40 am

For fecks sake Lori, you make me feckin' chuckle. (My swear filter is not as efficient as yours…it translates into Irish rather than symbols……)

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Madmother April 3, 2010 at 4:22 pm

You have a blog award awaitin at me blog! (See, not an F word in sight).

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Ratz April 3, 2010 at 3:53 am

HIeeeeee

I think it is a good thing that you filter out these words….

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Tmena April 3, 2010 at 2:54 am

My link is on my FB page too and so are all my relatives/friends. I so totally get you like it's nobody's bidnit.

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kbxmas April 3, 2010 at 1:45 am

You make me feel so dirty.

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Thea April 2, 2010 at 9:33 pm

I think that's great!!
I love your swear filter. :)

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Katt April 3, 2010 at 7:08 am

This made me chuckle :)

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The Dummies Guide to MindFrame.

by Lori Dwyer on August 16, 2011 · 57 comments

Heya,

Through the work I’ve been doing with RUOK Day, I was lucky enough to put in touch with a guy named Marc from the organistaion MindFrame to discuss the implications of talking about suicide and mental health in the media in general, and through my blog in particular.

For those who don’t know, especially those who aren’t Aussies, MindFrame is the peak body in Australia for regulating how, when and why suicides are reported in the press. I had a fairly long, graphic conversation with Marc- there were points there where he forgot he was talking to someone bereaved, adn talked to me like a professional. Which was refreshing to say the least.

I think Marc gave me pretty much a full media briefing, so I won’t go into all of it here.

Just, I guess, the important bits.

There is, really, not a lot of discussion in the Australian media about suicide, and I guess that’s for two reasons. Guidelines don’t exactly discourage it, but they don’t encourage it either. Someone taking their own life has to be incredibly newsworthy for it to be discussed, and with so many guidelines in place….

The lines get blurred and grey. And, I think, it’s just easier not to report it all.

Marc assures me that plenty of suicides are reported in the Austrlain media, and that number is rising. And, since the introduction of the MindFrame guideines in the mid-90′s, the suicide rate is continually dropping.

MindFrame guidelines are just that- guidelines- and they are all evidence based. So, every recommendation- and MindFrame only gives recommendations, it doesn’t so much instruct journalists what to do- is based on numerous studies that support it, rather the opinion of someone or a panel of people.

I think that’s an important distinction to make.

From my conversation with Marc, MindFrame’s guidelines for the reporting of suicide seemed focused on a few things- preventing the contagious effect of copycat suicides, especially when dealing with methods that are easily romanticised or not previously widely published; restricting the meotional impact of people close to the victim, especially in the 48 hours after the victim’s death; and addressing and breaking down stigma that may occur through incorrect use of language. (‘Committed suicide’ is a bad term, because it implies commiting a crime. But attempting suicide is a crim in New South Wales. The use of the word suicide itself is discouraged, with ‘taking one’s own life’ being preferable, for reasons discussed below- glamorisation, and the highlighting effect it can have- for someone with existing suicidal ideations, the word ‘suicide’ will leap off the page at them….)

So… let’s break it down a bit. Most of us have heard of the trend of copycat suicides. It’s, unfortuntely, a very real thing. It’s a danger mostly when the method of suicide is ‘new’- not something a lot of people would think to use; or when it’s in some way romantisiced- usually through the reporting of it in local media, or the way the story spreads through sommuntities and small towns. The scary thing here is the suicide rates in these cases actually increase- people kill themselves using the publicised method who wouldn’t have killed themselves otherwise.

The reporting of sucides also acts as alarm for people who may be suicidal… has anyone in Sydeny wondered why suicides at The Gap are no longer reported in our local media…? Because it might seem like a very good idea at the time, for someone. Someone who may not have had that direct impulse otherwise.

Access to method is such a huge risk factor.

However, in some cases it’s been found that the reporting of a suicide actually decreases, rather than increases the risk of suicide. the page I’ve linked to references the suicide of Kurt Cobain… I can’t help but wonder if maybe this was a flow on effect from the amount of time dedicated to the story, and the basic rhetoric that this was a talented man with a lot to life for… a wasted life who left a lot of pain behind for others.

Even with all that discussion, there is a ‘but’ here…as Marc was quick to point out, all of these studies, all this evidence, it comes from studies of traditional, commercial media.

Social media is a whole new thing, and a whole different ball game.

Traditional media generally looks for grabs and soundbites, a quick, watered down version of a story to fill a sixty second spot. There is no time to show the ramifications of the true after effects of a suicide.. no time to show the broken family left behind, the huge hole that cannot just be filled in with other things, no matter what you may think.

No studies have been done on the impact of discussing suicide in the social media- blogs, Twitter, YouTube- as yet.

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So… at the end of all this- and while this is kind of The Dummies Guide To MindFrame, I do hope I got all the salient points across- I asked Marc… what was his recommendation for this place, for RRSAHM… for this ugly post in particular?

And… there are none. MindFrame simply puts the guidelines out there, and it’s the responsibility of the journalist, reporter or blogger to take from them what they will, decide what is newsworthy and in the public interest, and what is possibly detrimental.

The questions Marc asked me, to ask myself, were… Do I really need to use the word hanging, do I need to go into that much detail? And, what’s the effect of this writing on the family concernced?

I’ve thought long and hard about this… not just now, but every day since I published that bloody post.

The effect on the family concernced…? Well. Whatever damage that’s been done, has been done there, I think. And, hey, a large part of the family concernced is me. And this helps more than hurts.

So that leaves us with… is all that detail hurting, or helping?

It’s certainly not romanticised, in any way. There is nothing pretty about it, and it shows quite clearly the pain associated with a suicide… not just for us, but for Tony as well.

I can’t see anything in that post, or anywhere on this blog, that would trigger a suicide, or make it even vaguely appealing. But I have been accused of that, right from the start.

The feedback I get tells me that this blog has the oppisite effect… that people who are thinking of taking their own lives come here, read all this, and reconsider. But then I wonder, do I only receive the positive feedback? Is the negative hidden and unspoken about?

I still have not made up my mind. And I would really like the opinion of my fellow bloggers, readers, Tweeters and the RRSAHM public in general.

Please, feel free to leave a comment telling me what you think on the subject. I’m practising a definite level of emotional detachment, so don’t worry about hurting my feelings.

I’ll blog again soon with a solid desicion, if there is to be one at all.

Cheers.

For the sake of an open and honest discussion, anonymous comments are back on. Let’s keep it clean, folks, be nice, and not abuse the privilege.

Another recommendation from MindFrame is to always include help numbers at the end of aticles where suicide is discussed. That seems pretty damn logical to me. This info is available in easy-to-digest form on the RUOK Day website.

For immdiate help call LifeLine on 13 11 14 or the Suicide CallBack Service on 1300 659 467.

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Anonymous November 28, 2012 at 11:11 pm

It always makes me giggle when people comment about someone's grammar, spelling or punctuation and have errors in their own comment. I am glad you're not teaching my children.

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CeltCraft October 1, 2011 at 2:47 pm

Your posts to me are gut wrenching. I suffer from depression, which, thankfully I take medication for. I have to come here and read your posts several at a time… I don't think I could take reading them every day. It's a lot to take in. I would hope, that if anyone thinking about taking their own life would read this, would totally understand the pain it leaves for their loved ones and then reconsider. I obviously don't know you, just what you want me to know from your blog, but the RAW PAIN that comes through is just brutal. Do I think you should stop? No. But it doesn't matter what I think anyway, you need to do what is best for you and your kids. You can't be responsible for decisions other people make.(And temporarily running away from your kids for a day or two here and there is NOT a bad thing. If you don't take care of yourself, you can't take care of your kids!)I understand so much of what you feel, (just because you MAKE me understand it through your writing) but want so much to tell you it will all be ok, thinking that I wish I were there to help you, and then wonder if I would be one who is too "busy". I am religious, I do believe in an after life, but I understand the anger at God and feeling abandoned. I have felt that anger and that sense of abandonment, but at the same time there is a voice that says "It's ok, be angry for now. He can take it." Things like losing a loved one period take so much time to work through, and having the trauma of witnessing the death on top of it? Yeah. It's going to be awhile. Just don't ever give up ok? All I can offer is a hug from across the ocean. My knowledge of Aussie geography is sorely lacking… if you ever find yourself near Brisbane, or Coorparoo, let me know. I do have a friend there (one who I first met on line, then in person… just saying!) who would give you a wonderful day of glass breaking therapy. :) Hugs. And yes, prayers, for you and the two wee ones.

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Anonymous August 28, 2011 at 8:56 am

If I ever thought about suicide, your posts would definatley make me reconsider, it makes tou think about the bigger picture, the other people who have to live with knowing there friend killed themself

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Anonymous August 23, 2011 at 11:25 pm

Okay – my point of view – you do the right things – you put warnings, you have consulted with mindframe. You have done all the right things. I remember the first comment I ever got about one of my blog posts possibly being triggering – it was a photo of my wrist, purely for the hospital wrist band as an 'oh what an exciting holiday I'm having – I'm sick in hospital' but it showed a scar. And I was told it would be triggering because of that. And that hurt. I Self harm. I have wanted to die. In my experience with other SH's images or talking about it has always been frowned upon by those in charge but useful to us, just to know someone GETS it, doesn't think you are mad. And now my arms are a mass of scars, so do I hide them? camoflage them on the off chance it triggers someone? or are they part of me I accept? I think if you are going to Self Harm you will Self Harm and if you are going to kill yourself you are going to – a website or novel or newspaper can only give you new ideas about how to – they cannot make you do it, no one can. No one can give you that desire simply be discribing something to you, much as a smoker cannot make you addicted to and long for a cigarette by describing what smoking is like. Hope that makes some garbled sense. Keep writing. You are doing the right thing.

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Anonymous August 23, 2011 at 12:23 pm

Hi Lori,

I stumbled across your blog and Ive been reading it for a few months now but been fairly shy to say anything as I used to go to high school with you. Your blog has shocked me, made me laugh and made me cry. Your strength amazes me. After reading this post I just wanted to let you know how your openness in your blog has affected me. From reading your blog you gave me strength and I've realised that it is ok to tell people you need help and that your not feeling the happiest. It is hard though. And doesnt always work. Its hard to get the courage to ask for help sometimes. But its worse when you ask and no one answers. It hurts less to think you are alone than to know you are alone. It will be a long time before I try and reach out for help again. I often wonder what is wrong with me that I have hardly anyone I can call a friend, no one that I can turn to for anything. It bothers me sometimes, but thats only when I let myself think. The rest of the time I fake smile. I can go for weeks at a time wearing my fake smile.

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Gemma @ My Big Nutshell August 21, 2011 at 8:43 am

you've given me a great deal of food for thought for when I draft my post for RUOK? Day. You have done a great service to me by sharing what you have. thank you.

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Anonymous August 21, 2011 at 4:00 am

I am one of the suicides you have prevented.

My problems are not healed, my struggles are not over, but the brutal, painful, honest way you wrote about your husband's suicide, and especially your discussion of violent methods… you helped me turn away from that path. I read your blog from Jan. 6 up through today, and I sobbed through most of it, but I came out at the end with an answer to the voice that tells me to send my car over the side of a bridge or into an overpass or wherever else. I think about your blog and I think about my loved ones writing a blog like this one, and that is a more painful thought than anything I am enduring. Whenever I think, maybe they'd be better off, I think about your 'ugly' post and I realize no, no they wouldn't. No matter how much is wrong with me, no matter how much I grapple with my problems and my demons, you've given me a graphic look at how much pain I would be inflicting by choosing that way out.

Thank you. Thank you.

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Miss Angela Solo August 21, 2011 at 12:28 pm

Well Lori. For some of those living 'the after', this blog is the one beacon of truth in a sea of bullshit.

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Kathy August 20, 2011 at 8:13 pm

I have never been suicidal, but I have lived with people who were (one of whom made several attempts at suicide).

I think your honesty is amazing and powerful and will help many people. In fact I know it will; I have sent links to a few friends already which have prompted discussions with spouses in dire emotional straits and opened the door to therapy and treatment, possibly, perhaps even probably, saving lives.

And yes, I also think some people will find it triggering and distressing. That's really unfortunate, but I don't think that it's an argument to not write as you write, especially given your thoughtful and responsible use of trigger warnings and help links.

Further than that, if this blog helps you, if it's what you need to write and the story you need to tell … then, not that my opinion is relevant, but I'd say, you should do it, as long and as loud and as raw as you need to. YOU matter and YOUR pain matters; YOU, not just the people who may or may not find reading your blog distressing or triggering.

That's what I think, anyway.

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Kakka August 20, 2011 at 7:13 pm

birth and death are the 2 things that happen to all of us. Some of us live to a ripe old age with good health, mental and physical and others struggle all the way through.

When a person commits suicide they may think they are leaving those behind them in a better place, that life without them will be easier for the people left behind without the burden of them.

As Melissa says above, you being open and honest and raw about your feelings and those of your 2 little people, it makes it real and for some people that may be enough to make them stop and think.

But above all, I think your courage to talk about men's mental health issues is a bigger godsend for men tend to keep it to themselves.

My own hubby had suicidal thoughts and if he had not broken down one day and told me, I could be in your shoes. It took courage for him to do that, it would have been easier for him to take his own life. It was hard to admit that he was feeling that way when men as fathers and husbands are supposed to be the strong ones.

What you write must be your choice and I don't believe that anyone should tell you otherwise.

Some will be attracted because they feed on other's pain, some will be attracted as they feel your pain and some will be attracted because they genuinely care for you and your little people.

Hugs from Perth xxx

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Melissa August 20, 2011 at 5:17 pm

I'm deliberately not reading comments, I don't want to be influenced or to sanitise my words.

I have Bipolar2. One of the diseases with the highest suicide rates of all mental illnesses. I also live with chronic, delilitating physical pain. Another tick for wanting it all to end.

And I have little to no hope of these things improving. So there are plenty of times when I think to myself…it would be so easy. It would be so easy to just finish it. Not because I want to leave my family,but to make it all stop. And there are times when I *honestly* think 'wouldn't they be better off without all of this drama? A sick mother/wife who can't drive, go out, get out of bed some days?'.

And for about 8 months now, there has been one word that has come, unbidden into my mind each time. *Tony*. Literally, his name comes into my head. And I think of you, and that 'ugly' post. And I think of some of your subsequent posts.
And now I wear your purple 'speak' band. And it is not just to encourage people to speak. It is a direct, blunt reminder to me of WHY I cannot do it. Why I don't believe now that I"ll ever be able to do it.

Without Tony's death, and your frank discussions about it and the freefall you've been in since, and Chop's pain..it would never have been so real to me. I can't ignore those things. I can't *not* imagine my family's pain.

I think YOU will have saved my life, by talking about Tony and what happened. And I'm pretty sure that I'm not the only one.

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Anonymous August 19, 2011 at 1:22 am

I agree with most everyone has posted. A report in a newspaper one day is never going to convey that emotional impact your blog does. A journalist, regardless of their talents, is never going to be able to tell your story (nor anyone elses) with the rawness and honesty that you have. There is nothing romantic about what you have written.

Outside of that – you are a victim here. You had this tragically horrific thing happen to you and I don't feel that you should be forced to feel shame and, more than that, to carry that shame with a stiff upper lip.

It's ok for you to be able to have a space to be able to get that pain out outside of the grief counsellors office. And… I think it's ok for you to tell other people who are similarly hurting that they don't need to suffer in silence and alone. That whilst you're still in pain, that pain changes and morphs and that those first few weeks wont become the new normal.

Even that it's ok to seek help from counsellors. That it's ok to take a step back from parenthood and responsibilities. That they'll still be there when you start to find your feet.

You're inspiring Lori.

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Rin August 18, 2011 at 2:48 pm

I think it is amazing that you are so honest here. In my head I know that suicide happens but because it is such a taboo subject I have never understood it. That was until you opened up your world and gave us an insight to the pure hell that the loved ones who are left behind have to deal with. It has truely changed my view on suicide and has taught me so much that I would never have known if it wasn't for you being so truthful to educate people on the horror that is suicide. xxx

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MaidInAustralia August 18, 2011 at 2:47 pm

I'm no expert, but from my perspective you only serve to send a message to those who are contemplating suicide that it's a living hell for the loved ones that are left behind. And hopefully that makes them stop and think. I know your words have been immensely helpful to many people, including myself. I guess blogging and social media are so new, it's time to consider guidelines from experts.

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Martha August 18, 2011 at 1:51 pm

I read your post a few days ago, and since then I've been trying to imagine how I would have reacted if I'd read your blog and THAT post at the time that I was closest to suicide.

The brutal honesty of what you went through would have been shocking. And yet, I don't think it would have been enough to change my mind, because it wouldn't have changed my belief that my family would be better off without me. In my warped mental state I honestly believed that. I knew they would be devastated initially and grieve for me, but I believed that in years down the line they would truly be better off. Your post could not have changed that longer term plan in my mind. Nor would it have convinced me to go ahead.

Ironically, what changed my mind was having a close friend actually sit down and ask if I was ok, and not let me get away with a standard answer. He stuck with me and listened when I finally broke down.

I think there is no single solution to preventing suicide. It has to be multi pronged, because there are so many different reasons and delusions we suffer from when we are in that state. So your blog and posts, the lifelines, RUOK day, and yes, more in the media about suicides and failed suicides. It's all good and necessary.

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L August 18, 2011 at 12:44 pm

Please dont stop talking. I think there's such a huge stigma surrounding suicide that instead of people opening up silence has become the norm.
I've been on both sides of the coin, I've struggled with depression all my life and also attempted suicide in my teens. As an adult I am now raising a child (my cousin) who lost a parent to suicide.
The main reason I love your blog is your absolute honesty. The good, the bad, the ugly – it's all there. Suicide is not pretty and by talking about it — I think you've flipped the switch in a beautiful and brutal way. No one ever hears about the suffering in the after, the lonliness, the heartache, the new day to day existance. I am in awe of your your courage for putting yourself out there and your frank way of not sugar coating the truth.
xo

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Sarah August 18, 2011 at 9:50 am

Hi Lori,
I haven't read the other comments so apologise if I'm repeating things.

I have found your writing heartbreaking and honest – I feel like we are watching you recover through your posts. I've always wondered about the reporting on suicides, knowing it was a big taboo topic. But if the pain and suffering of the people left behind isn't shown either, then the people considering suicide won't understand the full impact on those that they love.

What I'm trying to say is that I think discussing the real impacts of suicide is a good thing.
Sarah

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Keely aka The Richest Girl in Bondi August 18, 2011 at 2:36 pm

I think you are being hugely responsible by talking to MindFrame and taking total ownership of your blog. As you said – there was no 'glamorisation' or risk of inspiring copycats which is the main worries with suicide discussions. As a reader I love nothing more than people who are open and honest – even if the result is sometimes confronting.

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Anonymous August 18, 2011 at 4:10 am

A few weeks ago, as I was relaxing in the tub, I was thinking how much my life has changed since my divorce. I think of it as a death. I thought how I seem to cry every day and one day, I will stop crying, and that will be an outward sign of being "ok".

My thoughts turned to you and your loss and what you had been saying "yellow rope, blue shirt" (I apologize if I mixed up the colors) and how you were holding your daughter. It hit me how very brutal the suicide was. It wasn't coming home to the shock of finding your loved one dead. No, it was him saying what he was going to do and you watching it unfold. I cannot CANNOT imagine the horror of that. You did not just go through the loss of a husband to suicide, you were part of it. I hate that your husband was so ill that he did that. And, getting back to today's post, I think you have CLEARLY illustrated for all of us how awful the consequences are of such acts and how they affect those left behind. I think that would only help people to NOT do the same to their families.

I support you and what you are trying to do here… thank you.

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Anonymous August 18, 2011 at 12:41 am

I'm wondering what you think about your children reading your post. I'm not saying they shouldn't but are you OK with that? If so and writing helps you then keep writing.

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Anonymous August 17, 2011 at 10:27 pm

Hey Lori, i too am a 'survivor of suicide' and i think you are just saying what we are all thinking but that never gets discussed. I am 4yrs out, time is the only thing that helps, the scars are still there they just become easier to live with.

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Maxabella August 17, 2011 at 10:24 pm

You can't really know what a person will take from anything, Lori. I don't think it's your responsibility to have the answer to that, either. I think it's just good to talk about things. That's all I know. x

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Anonymous August 17, 2011 at 10:22 pm

Lori, love your blog, I have always thought I don't have to read it, I chose to come here every week and read, no one is making me! If people dont like what you write don't read it!!
keep up the great writing x

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Zoe Paige August 17, 2011 at 9:37 pm

Lori, i think your blog is amazing. And i your posts about the 'after' are so honest, and raw, it makes me feel like i know you. In high school, my best friends brother hanged himself, and his wife found him. And another male from work also hanged himself. We will always ask the 'why' and never know the answer. I would hope that anyone who may stumble across your blog would find comfort in the fact that you are still you, even in the 'after' even though it may be a 'different' you. I would also hope that anyone else struggling with the same loss and grief as you would feel less alone in their sadness and grief. Keep doing what you're doing, because if you can even help ONE person who has depression, or suicidal thoughs, or someone who has lost a loved one to suicide, or been touched in any way by it, then you've done an amazing thing. Keep on trucking Lori, you're fucking brilliant xx

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Melissa August 17, 2011 at 9:10 pm

As someone living in the US – our media is free to share any and all details associated with suicide, or any death for that matter.
Two years ago a friend of mine was brutally murdered, and there were times when I had to deliberately avoid the media coverage.
I think people for whom your writing is traumatic – can choose to travel elsewhere on the internet.
You have to write what's right for you – and the rest of us are responsible for ourselves.
I think your writing is courageous, powerful and honest. I think it will help people WAY more than it would hurt anyone.

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Miss Pink August 17, 2011 at 8:33 pm

I can find your posts triggering. But not in the sense of suicide. I think that you have actually given people a side to suicide that many contemplating do not think about.
I also think that you educate people. I had no idea that if your feet touched the ground hanging yourself could still kill you. Some people really do want a way of reaching out that extreme but still able to be revived, to be saved and helped and finally noticed. So it may, hopefully, get them to take "attempting" just as seriously. That it is still wanting the same outcome. And that you will be hurting people in the end.

For me the triggering part is your pain. Everyone's triggers are different though. I know many of mine aren't obvious triggers. Does that mean I want you to pretend everything is a-okay? No.
I hurt for you, in some ways with you, but I would hurt more knowing you are holding it all in.

The thing is, you usually post warnings at the start of posts that are obviously "hardcore", and that I feel is people's warnings, it's their chance to come back to it another time, in a beeter head space, or not at all, or, proceed at your own risk.
AS long as you keep doing that, then I think that is enough.
I think blogs like this, who post about an aftermath in ways that many in a suicidal mind frame would simply not have considered, or push away so they don't think about it, it's GOOD. Life saving even.
As long as you post WITH your emotion (even if you don't think people will agree, show it ALL) and that writing continues to help you, then please do not stop.
Like Sarah said, it does help even those who have not felt suicidal in teaching people how to approach someone who has gone through it, what to say, what they need from a friend or relative.
I also think that not talking about it glamourises it somewhat. Growing up suicide just didn't happen, and so it made it a bit more glamourous to "go out" in a way that wasn't perfectly ordinary. If that makes sense?

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Renee M August 17, 2011 at 8:01 pm

Hey Lori,

Sometimes we skate on thin ice however I believe that if we are doing it in our own voices then that is what matters. You can't please everyone and nor do you want too. No one can andever will completely understand what you went through so therefore can not judge.

We have to remember that everything we are doing is coming from a good place.
I blog about depression and life all the time on Busting Out and someone once said that reading that post would encourage them to commit suicide. At the time it broke my heart because this is exactly what I try and prevent by talking about it and reducing the stigma. I soon realised that yes we have to be careful and cover our arses but we also need to challenge thoughts.

STAY AWESOME

Rx

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Deb August 17, 2011 at 7:00 pm

I love your blog Lori… I have been reading it for ages and yearn to hear/read how you are doing…
I appreciate your honesty, your candour and your writing is obviously coming straight from your heart, as you are feeling it but please please please edit your work.

sorry, its the teacher in me. such a minor and inconsequential thing. I'll stop!

I find it odd that that suicides aren't reported in the media. It just makes it all the more a taboo that no one talks about, but then again, those who are borderline suicidal and hear it on the news may see it as an easy out. What I love about your blog is that emotional, raw and very real other side, and anyone who reads your blog who is feeling that vulnerable would surely see that other side and think twice.

keep doing what your doing.

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Anonymous August 17, 2011 at 6:58 pm

I'll be honest. As someone who is battling with long-term depression (for the past 20 years) I did find the post incredibly triggering. I think that you can't understand how triggering it could be unless you're in that darkest of dark places yourself. It's easy to say that it wouldn't be triggering but the fact is, that for me anyway, I found it very, very triggering.

Now I'm not saying that you shouldn't have posted it – it's your blog and you can post whatever you want to, you do not have to be responsible for the thoughts and actions of others. Your blog should be your 'safe place' where you can write everything that you're feeling without hesitation.

Just thought I'd let you know my point of view as someone who is currently struggling with depression and the related suicidal issues. I have also lost a brother and my step father to suicide so I do understand it from both perspectives.

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Paula August 17, 2011 at 6:36 pm

The choice to write and publish this is absolutely down to you, judging by those that know you and have read your blogs before, you will write it well and people will be able to learn from it and perhaps share some of their own experiences.

The important thing is, no one has to read it if they think it will be too painful do they? Just like the tv and radio, there's an off button, just like a magazine or a book, you can close the page.

In my limited understanding of suicide, the person desperate enough to want to end their lives, need to know of the impact it will have on their families and friends. So, far from encouraging, it may actually dissuade people, and point them in another direction?

I don't know, but I'd be honoured to read it.

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Rydell August 17, 2011 at 3:25 pm

I don't think you should feel, or necessarily worry, about whether your blog will or won't make someone suicide. The internet is a big place, how can you know for sure that it was your blog that made someone do something? It may have been a combination of things, a combination of websites. So long as you continue to be true to yourself, that's all that should matter. People will understand that what you post is your view and your feelings and is in no way connected to what someone else is thinking and feeling.

In regards to the use of certain terms in the media and the reporting of suicide, as a person in the media I can tell you that my company follows the rule that we don't report suicides. We can report on suicide prevention groups and if a family approaches us, we can do it. But if we hear that something has happened, we can't do anything about it.

In regards to the terminology used, the reason we tend to use words like 'committed suicide' and the like is simply because it's the quickest and easiest way to get across what happened. Unfortunately in our stories we're usually limited to a certain amount of space for our stories, and we're often not afforded the luxury of saying 'took their own life'. It's just not possible. Also, we are supposed to consider ourselves as an impartial observer, hence why we use the time died as opposed to passed away, even in feature stories about lovely old people who have heart attacks. It's the restriction of the medium and is unfortunate.

But luckily you don't have these restrictions. It's your blog and it's the internet. As far as I'm concerned you can say what you want on the topic. If someone chooses to do something silly because of it, then honestly, that's their problem not yours.

Hope this in some way helped.

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Rachel August 17, 2011 at 12:43 pm

Anonymous' post above about the devil of suicide being the fear of acknowledging the intense pain of those left behind reminds me of an old saying that describes what you do well: Tell the truth and shame the devil.
That's what you do, so keep on doing it.
xxxxx thepixiechick

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Rachel August 17, 2011 at 12:38 pm

I think you are the most unbelievably fucking courageous person I have ever met. That's the first thing. The second thing is that you wrote that post, not to raise awareness, or to hurt people, or educate people (although these may have been side effects) but because that was what was inside you at the time and it needed to come out. For your own sanity, your own healing. Even if you had wanted to censor it or sanitize it, how could you have? It was real, it was fucked, it was what was really happening and it was I. Your head and it needed to come out. Those who can't handle your honesty can look the other way. You just keep on writing.

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Lisa August 17, 2011 at 11:57 am

I came across your blog sometime last year and have been a daily reader since January. Last month, my cousin hanged himself out of his bedroom window after trying to kill himself with a toaster in the bath tub. He lived on a fairly busy street, and someone called the police, who responded and cut him down. He had been hanging for so long that the paramedics did not even try to resuscitate him. However, in Massachusetts, the law requires that any person found dead of suicide be transported to a hospital so that he can be declared legally dead. Upon arriving to the hospital, the Emergency Room staff resuscitated him. He had minimal brain activity due to strangulation for over 30 minutes, and it resulted in quite a medical quandry as one must be fully braindead in order to donate organs and such. The result was fourteen agonizing days of watching my cousin lay in an ICU bed, intubated, with the occasional brain activity spike that I knew meant nothing (I am a medical scientist). After two weeks, his mother made the courageous decision to remove life support and allow him to die on his own, which happened quickly.

But the fact of the matter is this – she could have chosen not to remove life support, and placed him in a long term care facility, where he would have physically wasted away and eventually died. However, I doubt that would have happened quickly. He was 29 and in excellent physical health.

In the US, suicides are published, but only for incidents involving famous people, or if they involve in very public places (the Golden Gate Bridge, for instance). What I think is not discussed enough is how frequently suicide is not really "successful" – that the person does not actually die, and instead becomes severely brain damaged and unable to care for him/herself. I think people have an idea of suicide as being a moment, one last moment before blackness, but that's not really true. Aside from the incredibly damaging aftermath for "survivors" (I also understand your disdain of that term as I am now a "survivor" myself), many families simply CAN'T let go of people who didn't actually physiologically die, leading to years of longterm care with almost no hope of recovery.

I experienced this for only 14 days, and a scientist understood on a medical level that he would never recover. However, the fact that he looked totally normal, save for the mark on his neck, was so devastating – every time I stood next to him, I thought, maybe he'll wake up now. He only looks like he's sleeping, maybe he'll wake now. Of course, he didn't.

Those 14 days have scarred me, in the most literal sense. To think it could have gone on forever is unbearable. I would be devastated regardless, if he had simply been found dead, and not resuscitated, but it felt like such a betrayal to try to grieve because while he was in the hospital, it seemed possible that we might be able to go visit him for months to come, hold his warm hands and tell him funny stories. Reality was suspended, and there were no five stages of grief, because grieving seemed like a cop-out.

I think stories like my cousin's need to be told more in the media, as hard as it is for the families. I grew up in the inner city (East Boston) and know over thirty people who died from overdoses, or suicides after long struggles with addictions. I am starting a non-profit to subsidize rehab and suicide prevention efforts in our city in my cousin's name. I so wish that I didn't have to.

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Naomi August 17, 2011 at 11:08 am

I think that honesty as it is here, raw, is good. So often suicide is romanticised, glossed over. As you say, sound bites in traditional media.
But it's hard. Before I published my post on the subject I emailed some people and told them perhaps best of they didn't read, knowing their triggers.
But for me, speaking is the most important thing. I think knowing that people are out there who want to talk, want to listen, want to help can only be a good thing surely.

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Tony August 17, 2011 at 10:44 am

Hey Lori, WOW, I think your comments here give you your answer,I think one majorly important thing to come from your story, and it will save multiple lives, is the fact that you CAN NOT Pretend or "Cry for Help" by Hanging. People would not know about that instantaneous effect that Tony suffered. They would think that if someone was there or if their feet were touching the ground they will not die.
I have given your blog to my psychologist in the hope that she can use it as a resource for males who are contemplating suicide and have a family.
My only fear is for you, and that by keeping this alive in your blog, it is going to stop you from ever moving on and putting it behind you (I know you can't ever really put it behind you, but you get my drift).
I admire your professionalism in your approach to this, and not just thinking "stuff you all, I am the one suffering here"

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Anonymous August 17, 2011 at 9:07 am

Hey Lori-

Don't stop. The difference between you and the types of things MindFrame is studying is that they report on the one day. The day of, or a couple of days after, and then move on. You tell us the whole story. You tell us about life in The After, something you never see on the news. And this is your space, your place to write what you'd like, using whatever words feel right in your mind. Ignore the people discouraging you, because they have the choice to leave and never come back. And the haters out there should do just that.

I do, however, feel that the links to the help lines at the bottom of some of your posts are a wonderful idea. You never know who will come across your story, and if that helps just one person, then that's worth all of the effort, I think.

Keep going.

Melissa

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Anonymous August 17, 2011 at 7:06 am

The thirty year old daughter of a close friend of mine hanged herself. Since then, my friend has referred to the suicide as "the elephant in the room". Everyone knows it's there, but no one wants to talk about it. Even here in the U.S., where it seems that the media have no reservations about "reporting" suicides, there is still an enormous stigma attached to killing oneself. My friend's son didn't tell anyone *how* his sister had died until a couple of years later, because of the shame he felt. Only after he joined a suicide awareness and prevention group was he able to talk about – and process – what had happened.

It's sometimes said that the devil is in the details. In the case of suicide, it seems that the devil is the fear of acknowledging the intense pain involved, before and after. I admire you for meeting the devil head-on. You share the details and talk about that elephant from your uniquely personal perspective. Through your courage and honesty, you provide immeasurable insight and help lessen the stigma.

Take care and keep on keeping on, Lori. You're amazing and your children are incredibly lucky to have you.

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Deb August 17, 2011 at 6:03 am

My 40+ year old brother tried to commit suicide three weeks ago in Melbourne. I think the point that you made at the time, which I still remember, and which I think people MUST HEAR, is that guys don't semi do it, guys make a good job of their attempts. To be honest Lori, at the time I didn't think we needed to read all the actual graphic details, but I don't know how you could have made the point so well. When a man commits suicide, he usually succeeds. Thanks for making us all so well aware of this. Keep on doing it any way you can.

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Shellye August 17, 2011 at 5:35 am

I also forgot to mention that I have taken a dekko at your post, UGLY, and I sobbed all the way through it. It must have been agony, reliving that. And I just didn't know what to say, what to comment, but I will say that I think the reality, the rawness of it all would definitely help someone to think about it before they made an attempt.

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Shellye August 17, 2011 at 5:33 am

It's amazing that you mention Kurt Cobain. I was a teenager and very into the the band Nirvana. I love their music, but I wasn't into "Celebrity Worship" because I know celebs are everyday people with the same problems everyone else may have. The only difference is that their lives are publicized.

I remember his last album before he took his life…it was laced with messages of the pain he was in, and one song even had the lyrics, "Look on the bright side suicide." I remember hearing that song and hating it. I hated the album.

On April 7th of 1994, two days after my 17th birthday, I woke up on my boyfriend's couch before the sun even came out, and it was all over MTV, they found Kurt Cobain's body. I sat up, suddenly awake. I watched the horrifying news coverage, just in total shock. What upset me the most is that he killed himself on April 5th, my 17th birthday. Autopsy report showed that he had been dead for two days. I didn't even know him personally and I experienced a mixture of emotions. The front man for my favorite band had just killed himself on my birthday. I was sad and angry and horrified and shocked, but not surprised, and I hated him for it. I went home and put my Nirvana tapes/cds into a box and stuck them in the basement. I never wanted to listen to them again, and I didn't until September of 1995.

I met this girl on a bus trip to Pennsylvania. She and I talked and we exchanged our cd/tape players, and I asked her what I was listening to. She said it was Nirvana back before they became famous. She knew them and had music from when they literally performed in a garage in Seattle. The music was more cheerful and funny. And when we traded cd/tape players because it was time for her to get off at her stop, I felt comforted, but to this day, I could care less if I listen to Nirvana again.

Some people became bigger fans of Nirvana. Some felt like I did and packed their tapes/cds up. Some fans even destroyed anything that had with Nirvana on it.

In the states, very few people romanticized about Kurt Cobain's suicide. I think they were as angry and as disappointed as I was. Even when reports that Courtney Love, his own wife, had killed him, very few of us cared at that point. Cobain's untimely death did more than just hurt his family and friends, it killed his fan base.

I hope this helps someone who's had to watch their favorite actor/actress, singer, or writer, succumb to the tragedy of suicide.

As always, I'm praying for your loss, and I'm sorry, Lori. What you went through is nothing I would wish on even my worst enemy, and I meant it when I said you had my support for whatever you do in Australia, and if I can do anything to help you in or from the states, please just say the word.

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Anonymous August 17, 2011 at 5:17 am

The detail in your posts, all of them but especially The One, is what got my attention, it brought home the emotion – it wasn't easy to hear and I didn't gloss over it. It was really real, in a way I'd never heard before or even thought of, to be honest.
Why wasn't it easy to hear? I've thought about doing it before, in more than a passing way, but I never had it brought home to me how sudden and violent it could be, and hearing you describe it, honestly it made me realize what a terrible effect it would have on my family if I were to keep that as an option.
Maybe more day to day important, I have thought of your words about that day more than once, as a reminder to keep my loved ones close and a reminder to myself that I don't really know what another person is thinking or feeling or what's going on in their deepest heart and mind, and it has made me a kinder and more loving person. More understanding maybe. More appreciative. Not every single time, but more times than I care to admit.
I've never done any research so I can only say what I believe, which is that you've given some valuable perspective and food for thought. I think the detail discourages someone from taking their own life, but I also tend to believe that we can never say what combination of circumstances causes it.
It goes without saying, I hope, that I am not implying that you were somehow not kind or loving or that you could have changed this, because I don't think that. I do think that I know that *I* have taken your experience and used it in a way that was meaningful for me. I don't like thinking how life can change in an instant, how it's possible to lose something and someone that mean so much on a day that just seemed like a normal day.

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Jenna August 17, 2011 at 4:57 am

I have been lurking for a while now, drawn to your site, your story, and your pain because of your honesty, though I have never commented before today. I am a counselor in the US, and I truly believe your story is one to be shared, graphic details and all, if that is what you feel is best for yourself and your family. (Obviously this is a different choice for different people.) To gloss over those details – the word hanging for instance – is to give those words and those ideas more power. It is playing into the stigma and the secrecy, and ultimately into the "glorification" of suicide. Sometimes, I believe, the only way to combat that glorification is with the ugly and painful and heart wrenching truth, which is what you do, everyday.

If someone wants to commit suicide, there are plenty of other places on the internet that will help them…but I think your truth offers up the reality of The After. A reality that stands in stark contrast to that glorification, and I hope that your readers continue to find comfort and support in your words, as you do in ours.

This is, all, of course, not to say that these issues can or should be handled roughly, which I don't think that you do. They are tough topics, and many people have personal and emotional connections to your writing and your story. But I think the mere act of questioning the purpose and intent of your writing, along with the impact it has had, shows how sensitive you are to these issues.

I hope that you continue to find comfort and solace and peace in writing your story and sharing it, and until that changes, I hope you continue to share your strength with us. Help us address these issues before it's too late, talk about things that are hard to talk about, and love each other more openly because you remind us of all the things we have to be grateful of…though I'm incredibly heartbroken for you and sorry about your loss.

Much love from the states.

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Sharon August 17, 2011 at 1:08 am

First of all, thank you for this post. It has opened my eyes to the fact that as bloggers, we are in essence reporters. As such there are areas such as this where we must consider how much information we publish. It never occurred to me to hold myself to those same standards that journalists apply to their work.

I am very pleased to read that several people have re-thought taking their lives because of what you have written about Tony. This is wonderful to hear, but last year when I was so close to taking my own life, nothing that anyone would have written about the topic, nor anything anyone could have said to me, would have changed my mind. And I've lost two brothers to suicide so I KNOW how it feels to go through that pain as a family member. It was only medication and therapy that changed my mind. I believe that if someone is really serious about ending their life, then report/dont report, details/no details, it wont make any difference. Maybe it will postpone the inevitable, but it wont stop it.

I think, bottom line, that such a big deal is made of reporting suicide and blaming reportage because we want there to be a reason. We want there to be someone to blame. We as "survivors", as the bereaved, don't want to accept the fact that it was the choice of our loved one to do this, that they chose to do something that causes us so much pain. It is easier to point the finger at the media and say "that is why" than it is to accept that we will never know why.

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Anonymous August 17, 2011 at 12:29 am

Keep your blog real and honest, just like you have. Suicide is most times so sudden and really without warning. So it leaves all affected after the fact wondering, WHY? How could this be?? But you put it into words, you told exactly what happened before and after. And that takes guts to be so honest about such a personal and private thing. You have come so far and gained so much from your honesty, keep it up! Lisa

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Girl From the Ville August 17, 2011 at 12:12 am

I saw the Insight program about this a few months ago and it made me think also …

Do you know what? I think honesty really is the answer. I think that by pretending things are different to how they are or sugar coating it or shying away from particular words – I think that it more dangerous. I think that suicide is romanticised because no-one seems to be able to talk about it in real terms. We have to shy away from trigger words out of fear that someone might copy.

I really do think that truth and honesty are what is going to make the difference. We shy away from it too much … we romantisize it by making it mysterious and taboo.

I think a hard truth in this situation is that suicide is never going to be wiped out completely. As much as that sucks, but I do think that is the harsh reality. But I think for the harsh reality of it all, honesty and openness around this issue is going to help more people than it hurts.

I think by allowing people who have been affected by suicide to talk about it in such raw and honest terms is incredibly insightful.

I think part of this discussion also has to be about the people who are affected by suicide – what is best for you? For your children? If you need to talk about it openly and honestly, then you should. This part I can't really answer, but I don't think it is fair on families who have to rebuild lives to be able to say nothing and to have to talk about it in such restrictive terms.

I don't know but I am struggling with an anxiety disorder and I am finding my way out through honesty about what is going on. Hiding things and not talking just makes it worse. I think if it was discussed more often, people would understand better and not just some vague understanding tainted by stereotypes and misinformation.

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Sarah M. August 17, 2011 at 12:09 am

As a blogger I would write about all the details. It took me a long time to get up the guts to read that first post becasue I knew it would hard to get the mental images out of my head but I did and I think it was important for me to do so. I've actually had many conversations about suicide and how a lot of the time it's not something you can undo and it's not pretty and fast and easy since you made that post.

As someone that has been suicidal before I think it is important for people to keep posting what really happens. There were times that I would research the fastest and more sure way to kill yourself and I would run across posts like this and they would set me back a few steps.

Lori, I think that you are doing a great job. Sometimes it's hard to read your posts and they make my heart hurt, but you keep writing and I keep reading and watching you get stronger everyday.

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Anonymous August 16, 2011 at 10:18 pm

Honestly, I wouldn't change a thing about this blog. I feel what you're doing is helping and even though details can be hard to digest, I think it's for the greater good.

Thank you for sharing all that you have and I hope Marc drops by to read this post and everyone's comments.

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Anonymous August 16, 2011 at 10:13 pm

Gee, you've made me think now Lori.

For me, a chronic lurker, and seldom emailer, I have been drawn to your writings and I think the very raw and candid approach of ugly was part of it all. What it did for me, someone with no first hand experience of suicide, nor any real mental health issues of note, was to give me an incredible gratitude…a sensitivity, an empathy, in the way I react and relate to people with issues such as you have faced. I see your approach as having helped the wider blogosphere, not harmed in any way.

But more importantly, to me, is the impact its all had on you. When I saw you, crying in anxiety, on your vlog, in your friend's bathroom, that was one of the most painful things I could watch, seeing what someone bereaved, sensitive and panicking was going through. I wondered then, if all this was helping or hurting you. I'm happy to take your reassurance, that this blog has been a catharsis to you, and has helped, more than hurt you.

It's been said so often before, but the very human ways in which you've reacted, and then shared your reactions here, has evoked huge feelings of support and love from me, from all here, to you.

I often wish I really knew you, and spoke to you, and could share these thoughts with you. I almost 'talk' to you, so often, in my mind, after having read your writings.

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Kelloggsville August 16, 2011 at 10:08 pm

I know you can't support the entire world but I think it might be a good idea to add a link for the UK and US foreign visitors too (in the UK I would start with the Samaritans)

I have had my life fringe touched by suicide 4 times. A friend who cut her wrists twice (and is still with us) I'm sure was crying for help. I think there is a gap in the support matrix that doesn't allow people to show the depth of desperate feeling without it being so very dangerously close to death.

I wish mental health services were more freely available, more open for discussion. Why should I be ashamed to say I went for counselling. It is all so stigmatised.

I think your blog my help some people, I think it may upset some people. I don't think it romanticises it. It just tells the truth. The truth is important.

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Pandora August 16, 2011 at 9:44 pm

As a chronically suicidal person, I think your detailed and emotive posts on Tony's death were a really "positive" (I really hate to use that word, as nothing about this is "positive", but I hope you know what I mean) thing for you to have used this blog for. I mean, obviously what happened was horrific, that goes without saying. But I really think your honesty about the trauma you went through – are going through – will make most people stop and think.

Will it stop every suicide? No. But it floored me. I was always aware that if I killed myself, it would have a devastating effect on my friends and family, but there was something about how you detailed everything here – your raw honesty, how palpable the hurt was, the tangibility of it all – that made it seem more 'real' to me. I'm not going to guarantee that if I fall into the abyss again, severe suicidal ideation won't crawl back into my consciousness…but your writing certainly made me reconsider before, and may well do again.

I cannot believe that I'm alone in this. There will be others who rethink their plans as a result of your honesty.

Plus I think you highlighted a number of important red flags. A dramatic change in the personality and self-perception of a partner, I mean. Even if a suicidal person doesn't happen upon this site themselves, if their husband/wife/partner/brother/sister/parent/etc did, they might have advanced warning of the possible signs that could lead to suicide.

None of that makes Tony's death worthwhile. Nothing does, nothing ever will. But if your writing about what happened can make even a few people reconsider, then at least something "positive" (still hate that word, sorry), however minute in the grand scheme of things, can be gleaned from it.

As for the terminology used – eg. the word 'hanging' – well, I can only speak personally, but I think the starkness, the horror, of that drives the point home properly. And it shows that, despite some perceptions, you don't always have 'time' to be rescued from such an act. I genuinely don't think everyone realises that, just as you suspected that Tony didn't.

Besides all of which, Lori, this is your blog. You wrote about Tony's suicide because this was a key emotional outlet for you, because such a sense of community has been fostered here. To that end, in my view, you have a right to write what you like, regardless of whether any "good" comes of it or not. I remember you saying that the support you'd found here saw you through some of the dark hours whilst Tony was on the life support machine, and after he died. That alone makes everything you wrote worthwhile.

I hope this hasn't been too waffly or silly or whatever. Sorry if so.

Sending gentle e-hugs, if that's OK.

Take care

Pan xxx

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Sarah August 16, 2011 at 9:25 pm

As I have said from the very beginning, I think you need to write whatever is going to help you & your family get through this. If it is every minute detail then go for it. It if it is a vague account of "he was sick & took his own life" and that is it, that's ok too.

I know there are other family members out there that definitely do not agree with me, but the thing is that they don't have to read this blog. They don't have to come to this space. If they are drawn here for whatever reason, can't resist or whatever they can get the website restricted with their ISP & stop reading.

It's like stillbirth & the loss of very young babies. It's so taboo that noone knows how to deal with it, it's swept under the rug & the people destroyed by the event who are trying to repair themselves have noone to back them up when they need it the most. The more we speak about these things (suicide, baby loss, miscarriage) the more accepted it will be as something that happens in normal families. That people need to ask their spouses RUOK and feel safe enough to answer honestly when asked themselves.

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Canadian in Glasgow August 16, 2011 at 9:19 pm

I don't think you can have a clear 'should' or 'shouldn't' in this Lori. The same way nothing about life is ever clear, or easy, or bloody right or clearly wrong in the end.

It's all a mess isn't it? Just to varrying degrees.

For me? Reading that raised flags…as a partner…and I think THAT was far more of a help than anything negative. Yes, the words haunted me. No, they don't always stop my own dark thoughts. But that wasn't what I took away from it. My message was as a partner to someone I love and never want to lose.

I understand you don't want to cause harm out there in the world. But the harm…if it's going to happen….I hate to say it, but if it's not you…it will be done someone else. Which is a shit view to take on it…but it's true. If someone is of that mind-set…the trigger will come in one way or the other.

All you can do is the best with what you've got….at any given time. Your words are your own. If you are OK with sharing them…and knowing you can't take them back anyway once said…keep them as your own and do what you want in your little space in this world.

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Anonymous August 16, 2011 at 9:15 pm

Hey Lori, from a personal pov – my ex-boyfriend took his own life, I found him – I have found you writing so openly and honestly about your experience so helpful to me. So thankyou. Love and light xxx

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Krissy H. August 17, 2011 at 2:58 am

I think your posts are incredibly helpful and they have helped me to open up and write more freely on my own blog. It has helped me confront myself and it has reached me when I was in a very dark place and gave me a nudge toward the light. It made me cry, made me think twice, made me want to live.

I was suicidal, and it made me want to live.

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Crystal Cheverie August 16, 2011 at 11:30 pm

If there is one reason and one reason alone that you should keep this blog exactly as it is and not change one single thing, it is this: You take the romance out of suicide.

By showing your journey after Tony's suicide in all it's rawness, all its ugliness, all its pain, you are waking people up to the reality of what they would be leaving behind if they were to take their own lives. You are making sure that people know that suicide is anything but romantic or glorious. I think people really need to know that, need to see that.

Whatever you decide to do, though, I'll still be around!

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Mary August 16, 2011 at 9:08 pm

I remember so many of those comments where people wrote that your writing had made them pause, reconsider, think again.

For that reason alone your writing has been so very important.

A friend who read your blog through a link I posted sent the blog to a friend of hers who happens to be a psychology lecturer. She was blown away. I don't know if she ever contacted you but it gave her a whole new insight into "the after."

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Cute Enough To Pop.

by Lori Dwyer on January 3, 2011 · 10 comments

Sunny days,

Heya, jellybeans, it’s giveaway time! I know, I know, good fun. Everyone loves a giveaway, especially when it’s of the oh-so-super-cute variety.

OK, first up, let’s rewind a bit. For those of you who haven’t been reading RRSAHM for too long now (where on Earth have you been?) Abby Cadabby, the funky pink fairy from Sesame St, and I are home girls. We go waaaay back. We share a taste for pink, purple and magical. It’s a fairy thing, OK?

Sooo, the Abster rang me the other day, from her fairy phone, and she was all like “Hey, Lori, what’s up?”, and I was all like, “Hey, Abster, how’s it hanging?”. And then she was all like “I have this really cute Sesame St stuff that I want to send you to give away to the awesome people who read your blog!”; and I was all like “Yayness, Abby, bring it on!”.

End of story.

No.. wait… there’s more.

Whatever. Abby sent to me some way cool stuff. For the Chop there was this groovy doovy, a Sesame St Elmo Neck Support…

….which is now officially known as the Elmo Caterpillar. It’s soft, squishy and seamless and veeery comfy. We’ve had a few of these doovie thingies that we’ve bought for long car trips and most of them are chronically uncomfortable. Not this one. It now officially lives in my massive over-sized Mary-Poppins-style nappy bag. And gets itself five outta five jellybeans on the RRSAHM-ranking-stuff-scale.

I forgot to do the border on this picture. Maybe no one will notice.
 

Item number two in my Special Package From Abby Cadabby caused much a fluster in the Purple House. Dum dum de dum… allow me to introduce… Sesame St Talking tee-shirts!!

 And in this one, I forgot to crop out my toes. Again, maybe no one will notice.

And allow the cute overload to officially begin. Because these things are cute. Sooooo cute. Cuter than the owl in the hat. I’m in cute-heaven-love-stuff. Or something.

Quite sadly, all three very cute talking tee-shirts were too small for my kidlets. Well, not sadly for you guys, because if they fit I may not be giving them at all. One of them- Miss Abby Cadabby- was happily adopted by the Bump’s doll Mary. Here she is, modeling it for us.

Altogether now- awwww! Too cute! *Vomit*.

Now, to address the salient points here, there was much discussion on Twitter as to whether these shirts would, in fact, be annoying. The answer is- nada!! Honestly, it’s one short phrase and it’s soft- loud enough for little ones to hear, not to quite loud enough to drive you bat-sh*t.

If you know what I mean.

Salient point number two- the washing of the shirt. Dun dun. (Sorry, I am in a musical kinda mood today.) I was more than a little skeptical about this. Especially considering the washing instructions were so minimal I actually couldn’t find them. So I just threw the whole shirt in the wash as normal. And said a little prayer to the GoogleGod of all things electronic.

And- voila!– it still works! And the fabric washes beautifully too.

And just to prove how extremely cute these shirts are,I’ve made you a very quick video….

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So, ladies and jellybeans and monsters and others, the new Sesame St kids range is available exclusively from Target, starting, like, yesterday. Go forth and buy, minions!

But I have two talking tee-shirts to give away to one lucky RRSAHM reader. We gots an Elmo in a size 00, a girls one, and a Cookie Monster in a size 000, a uni-sex one. Winner takes all- just leave me a comment about anything relevant, with a valid email address. Competition closes Thursday 6th Januray at 8pm, winner announced on Twitter and by email and chosen at Random. Aussie peeps only, sorry, but that overseas postage is a killer. And yadda yadda yadda.

That’s all, folks. As we say, it’s just so… magical!!

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River January 3, 2011 at 10:08 pm

I love Abby Cadabby! And I have a baby doll that I keep here in case any little girls visit. I'm going to look in Target on Friday and see if I can get a t-shirt small enough.

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Glen January 3, 2011 at 9:18 pm

A long long time ago I entered a competition where you had to complete the sentence, best sentence written by someone related to the judge wins – you know the kind of thing. Any way my entry went like this…

"I would like to win tickets to see MC Hammer this Summer because:- I have just had a full frontal lobotomy"

I didn't win.

I can't think why that popped into my mind looking at these prizes :-)

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Stylish Mummy January 3, 2011 at 8:39 pm

They are so Cute! Not entering… although, Mr 5 could wear it as a sleeve, I guess ;)

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toushka January 3, 2011 at 7:56 pm

My brand new baby girl wants these so much. so so so much. It would turn her into another toy for her big brother. yay – then they will be both occupied while I blog and tweet.

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Teni January 3, 2011 at 6:57 pm

Relevant, relevant… How about the fact my baby is nicknamed Cookie and I MUST HAVE THAT COOKIE MONSTER SHIRT?

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Mich January 3, 2011 at 3:41 pm

Ooooooh I love the Elmo caterpillar. And I'm still 6 months after the fact jealous that you got to meet Miss Abby!

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Miss Mandy January 3, 2011 at 9:36 am

Those tee's are very cute. I'd seen them in the store but I didn't realise they talked!

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Sarah January 3, 2011 at 9:04 am

Ooooooh I wants! I would love them for my new niece or nephew due to arrive in June or maybe I can say that & then keep them for when we have our next….. I wouldn't do that, would I?!

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Danielle January 3, 2011 at 8:46 am

Oh My goodness those little t-shirts are so adorable shoot wish now i had little babies hmm (hubs is behind me reading this) NO SHE DON"T! LOL.. sorry bout that lori I could enter if they were just a wee bigger like 8-12 mths for the sis in law darn it:-(

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MMBB January 3, 2011 at 8:31 am

Ohh they are cute! I'm not entering though, coz my babies are too big lol

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Stuff I Think I Know For Sure.

by Lori Dwyer on May 4, 2011 · 33 comments

Just some stuff that I’ve learnt lately.

Time Passes. And sometimes that’s a bitch, and sometimes it’s a blessing. Either way, it’s truth- times passes, and it takes many things with it.

You Can Do What You Have To. When there is no other choice but to put one foot in front of the other, you just do it. You have to.

Opinion Are Like Noses. Everyone’s got one. A lot of them are ugly. And many of them are full of nothing useful.

Some People Are Just Fuckwits. And something like this- something terrible, something heartbreaking… it changes nothing. The fuckwits, they’re still fuckwits.

But Some People Are Just Awesome. Serious. For every fuckwit out there, there is at least two people who have huge hearts, open minds, and are willing to put themselves out to help others.

There Is No Timeline. There are no rules. Grief… it’s a bitch of a thing. And it takes as long as it’s likes.

Chocolate is good. Always.

Mental illness bites so hard. And so does the stigma, shame and silence that surrounds it.

“Make friends with your shadow- you can’t run from it.” Sage advice from my mate Eden.

Control is an illusion. And sometimes it’s best to let it go.

And Fate is bullshit.
Whether all this actually happened for a reason or not, I don’t know… but it’s still fucked.

Don’t be too busy, all the time. You’ll regret it if you miss stuff.

Rule Number One- Move On. Tony used to say this all the time- I’d stress about things, want to dissect them and discuss them; and he’d say… “You just gotta keep moving forward, darl.”

And that’s so true. No matter what happens, no matter how far back you fall… the only direction to move in, eventually, is forward.

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theKatieKitten May 7, 2011 at 9:34 pm

You wanted me to remind you when you wrote this blog about the "shopping, no matter what, a girl's gotta shop"… L, you will know what I mean. xoxo

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Lívia May 7, 2011 at 12:03 pm

oh my god, this changed my life.

so, ok. maybe not my hole life, but my life right now.

thank you!

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Easy Peasy Kids May 5, 2011 at 10:38 pm

Lori I needed your reality check list tonight. Especially the fuckwit part. Although I know and study behaviour I still forget how 1 random fuckwit can make you doubt yourself and make you feel crappy. So to the fuckwit who emailed me a nasty comment you are just an ignorant fuckwit . For 1 of you there are atleast 2 big hearts out there- that's what Lori says and all the lovelies that left comments, reminded me to ignore you so I am. Phew that feels much better. Thanks :)

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Annabellz May 5, 2011 at 10:30 pm

I am just joining in the comments. Someone in Canada who is not a mom sent me your blog a month or so ago and I put it on FB. I'm passing it along. All I can say is you are awesome! People say you cannot love someone you have never met. Well that's just not true. You are loved by me and people you have touched deeply. I could go on about that but I think you know what I mean. I just wanted to finally comment here.

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Glowless @ Where’s My Glow May 5, 2011 at 6:22 pm

Maaan, how am I meant to write a cool comment after Eden? Not gonna happen is it?
xxx
P.S. Codeword x

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Crystal Cheverie May 5, 2011 at 10:01 pm

So true…

Yes, fuckwits are always fuckwits, and nothing will change that. I only hope that the people in Paradise are continuing to be kind to you.

Hope you and the kiddies are well and continuing to heal.

XXXXX

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Sophie May 5, 2011 at 11:51 am

Yep. Totally agree.

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edenland May 5, 2011 at 11:32 am

Lori I think about you every single day … true.

Your instagram pic, of the cloth nappies? Made me cry like a bitch. A teeny step, in coming back Home inside yourself. Doing things the way you want them done … gaining some control over your life again.

I motherfucking love you, hon. XOXOXO

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Nerdycomputergirl May 5, 2011 at 8:04 am

Here's to moving forward Lori, you are an amazing woman with so much insight. Sending you love and good wishes everyday.

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MaidInAustralia May 5, 2011 at 8:04 am

I agree. xo

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Amy xxoo May 5, 2011 at 7:15 am

I prefer the saying " Opinions are like arseholes – everybodys got one ". But then our next bit was " and some of them are ugly "…and they just made me cack! Good work Lori!

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Kelloggsville May 5, 2011 at 6:46 am

I live my life by the chocolate rule (and Rule No 6 : don't take yourself too seriously), Sage advice Lori..thank you x

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A-M May 5, 2011 at 5:46 am

Great list. I needed that. You are a strong, brave, inspirational woman. You are the hero in your story. You inspire me to kick my grief to the curb and just get on with life. Thank you. A-M xx

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Janet NZ May 5, 2011 at 4:08 am

Tears again here, but there's a smile too… and I think I would like Lou Gorman :-) xxx

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Michael May 5, 2011 at 1:17 am

Absolutely true.

As the late Lou Gorman (a former professional baseball executive) once said, "The sun will rise, the sun will set, and I'll have lunch."

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Glen May 5, 2011 at 1:03 am

Chocolate can never be bad

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Wanderlust May 5, 2011 at 12:58 am

Ah, love it. So true… xo

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MultipleMum May 5, 2011 at 12:42 am

Hey Lori. I haven't been by in awhile (sorry) so just caught up on your posts.

Glad things are working out for you down South. It is a beautiful part of the world. SLow and simple. Lots of time to think and grow and raise your gorgeous kids and mourn.

You are doing amazing things with that special brain of yours – finding connections, asking questions, trying to make sense of it. For you. For your kids. For us. You are making a difference. Keep moving on. Drag yourself on the shite days because each day you get through makes you stronger and wiser.

Still here. Still thinking of you. Lots of hugs xx

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Hear Mum Roar May 5, 2011 at 12:19 am

This is all so true, and so inspiring.

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In Real Life May 4, 2011 at 11:56 pm

So absolutely true! *HUGS*

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Melody May 4, 2011 at 11:49 pm

They are some of the same things I know – especially the fuckwits – I know of too many. lol

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Kristina Hughes May 4, 2011 at 11:18 pm

I've read about people who go through the most horrific personal tragedies and come out the other side with inner peace, grace and wisdom. I'm hoping the inner peace comes for you in good time but the wisdom, and the generosity to share it with people is there already. You're amazing, Lori. Thanks for that xxx

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Kirsty May 4, 2011 at 10:09 pm

So True!! Chocolate is always good!
There are certainly a lot of fuckwits out there but more beautiful souls to drown them out!

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Melissa May 4, 2011 at 10:07 pm

Wow – this is some of the wisest, true-est (sorry had to make up a word there) writing I've ever read. You are amazing, and so crazily smart and talented. This blog will help so many people.
xo

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Mum on the Run May 4, 2011 at 10:07 pm

Fantastic truths.
Thank you.
:-)

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A Daft Scots Lass May 4, 2011 at 9:58 pm

Awesome advice.

in Afrikaans we say Fok Voort. Direct translation Fuck forward in other words keep moving forward.

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Brenda May 4, 2011 at 9:51 pm

I love you, Lori.xxxx

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nonoodle May 4, 2011 at 9:48 pm

Oh Lori, so much truth there! grief is something that we all cope with in our own way & own time… & it sucks!

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Trik82 May 4, 2011 at 9:47 pm

I agree xox

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Mich May 4, 2011 at 9:46 pm

you are one of the most strongest, lovliest, most awesomest people i have had the pleasure of meeting. Lots of love to you and the kidlets. xoxoxoxo

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Kellie May 4, 2011 at 9:45 pm

Chocolate is good, and some people are just fuckwits.
My lifes mantra.
x

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Madmother May 5, 2011 at 7:38 am

Beautifully put yet again.

xx

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Shelley May 4, 2011 at 9:57 pm

thank u

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by Lori Dwyer on May 4, 2011 · 33 comments

Just some stuff that I’ve learnt lately.

Time Passes. And sometimes that’s a bitch, and sometimes it’s a blessing. Either way, it’s truth- times passes, and it takes many things with it.

You Can Do What You Have To. When there is no other choice but to put one foot in front of the other, you just do it. You have to.

Opinion Are Like Noses. Everyone’s got one. A lot of them are ugly. And many of them are full of nothing useful.

Some People Are Just Fuckwits. And something like this- something terrible, something heartbreaking… it changes nothing. The fuckwits, they’re still fuckwits.

But Some People Are Just Awesome. Serious. For every fuckwit out there, there is at least two people who have huge hearts, open minds, and are willing to put themselves out to help others.

There Is No Timeline. There are no rules. Grief… it’s a bitch of a thing. And it takes as long as it’s likes.

Chocolate is good. Always.

Mental illness bites so hard. And so does the stigma, shame and silence that surrounds it.

“Make friends with your shadow- you can’t run from it.” Sage advice from my mate Eden.

Control is an illusion. And sometimes it’s best to let it go.

And Fate is bullshit.
Whether all this actually happened for a reason or not, I don’t know… but it’s still fucked.

Don’t be too busy, all the time. You’ll regret it if you miss stuff.

Rule Number One- Move On. Tony used to say this all the time- I’d stress about things, want to dissect them and discuss them; and he’d say… “You just gotta keep moving forward, darl.”

And that’s so true. No matter what happens, no matter how far back you fall… the only direction to move in, eventually, is forward.

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theKatieKitten May 7, 2011 at 9:34 pm

You wanted me to remind you when you wrote this blog about the "shopping, no matter what, a girl's gotta shop"… L, you will know what I mean. xoxo

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Lívia May 7, 2011 at 12:03 pm

oh my god, this changed my life.

so, ok. maybe not my hole life, but my life right now.

thank you!

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Easy Peasy Kids May 5, 2011 at 10:38 pm

Lori I needed your reality check list tonight. Especially the fuckwit part. Although I know and study behaviour I still forget how 1 random fuckwit can make you doubt yourself and make you feel crappy. So to the fuckwit who emailed me a nasty comment you are just an ignorant fuckwit . For 1 of you there are atleast 2 big hearts out there- that's what Lori says and all the lovelies that left comments, reminded me to ignore you so I am. Phew that feels much better. Thanks :)

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Annabellz May 5, 2011 at 10:30 pm

I am just joining in the comments. Someone in Canada who is not a mom sent me your blog a month or so ago and I put it on FB. I'm passing it along. All I can say is you are awesome! People say you cannot love someone you have never met. Well that's just not true. You are loved by me and people you have touched deeply. I could go on about that but I think you know what I mean. I just wanted to finally comment here.

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Glowless @ Where’s My Glow May 5, 2011 at 6:22 pm

Maaan, how am I meant to write a cool comment after Eden? Not gonna happen is it?
xxx
P.S. Codeword x

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Crystal Cheverie May 5, 2011 at 10:01 pm

So true…

Yes, fuckwits are always fuckwits, and nothing will change that. I only hope that the people in Paradise are continuing to be kind to you.

Hope you and the kiddies are well and continuing to heal.

XXXXX

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Sophie May 5, 2011 at 11:51 am

Yep. Totally agree.

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edenland May 5, 2011 at 11:32 am

Lori I think about you every single day … true.

Your instagram pic, of the cloth nappies? Made me cry like a bitch. A teeny step, in coming back Home inside yourself. Doing things the way you want them done … gaining some control over your life again.

I motherfucking love you, hon. XOXOXO

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Nerdycomputergirl May 5, 2011 at 8:04 am

Here's to moving forward Lori, you are an amazing woman with so much insight. Sending you love and good wishes everyday.

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MaidInAustralia May 5, 2011 at 8:04 am

I agree. xo

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Amy xxoo May 5, 2011 at 7:15 am

I prefer the saying " Opinions are like arseholes – everybodys got one ". But then our next bit was " and some of them are ugly "…and they just made me cack! Good work Lori!

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Kelloggsville May 5, 2011 at 6:46 am

I live my life by the chocolate rule (and Rule No 6 : don't take yourself too seriously), Sage advice Lori..thank you x

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A-M May 5, 2011 at 5:46 am

Great list. I needed that. You are a strong, brave, inspirational woman. You are the hero in your story. You inspire me to kick my grief to the curb and just get on with life. Thank you. A-M xx

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Janet NZ May 5, 2011 at 4:08 am

Tears again here, but there's a smile too… and I think I would like Lou Gorman :-) xxx

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Michael May 5, 2011 at 1:17 am

Absolutely true.

As the late Lou Gorman (a former professional baseball executive) once said, "The sun will rise, the sun will set, and I'll have lunch."

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Glen May 5, 2011 at 1:03 am

Chocolate can never be bad

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Wanderlust May 5, 2011 at 12:58 am

Ah, love it. So true… xo

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MultipleMum May 5, 2011 at 12:42 am

Hey Lori. I haven't been by in awhile (sorry) so just caught up on your posts.

Glad things are working out for you down South. It is a beautiful part of the world. SLow and simple. Lots of time to think and grow and raise your gorgeous kids and mourn.

You are doing amazing things with that special brain of yours – finding connections, asking questions, trying to make sense of it. For you. For your kids. For us. You are making a difference. Keep moving on. Drag yourself on the shite days because each day you get through makes you stronger and wiser.

Still here. Still thinking of you. Lots of hugs xx

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Hear Mum Roar May 5, 2011 at 12:19 am

This is all so true, and so inspiring.

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In Real Life May 4, 2011 at 11:56 pm

So absolutely true! *HUGS*

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Melody May 4, 2011 at 11:49 pm

They are some of the same things I know – especially the fuckwits – I know of too many. lol

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Kristina Hughes May 4, 2011 at 11:18 pm

I've read about people who go through the most horrific personal tragedies and come out the other side with inner peace, grace and wisdom. I'm hoping the inner peace comes for you in good time but the wisdom, and the generosity to share it with people is there already. You're amazing, Lori. Thanks for that xxx

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Kirsty May 4, 2011 at 10:09 pm

So True!! Chocolate is always good!
There are certainly a lot of fuckwits out there but more beautiful souls to drown them out!

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Melissa May 4, 2011 at 10:07 pm

Wow – this is some of the wisest, true-est (sorry had to make up a word there) writing I've ever read. You are amazing, and so crazily smart and talented. This blog will help so many people.
xo

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Mum on the Run May 4, 2011 at 10:07 pm

Fantastic truths.
Thank you.
:-)

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A Daft Scots Lass May 4, 2011 at 9:58 pm

Awesome advice.

in Afrikaans we say Fok Voort. Direct translation Fuck forward in other words keep moving forward.

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Brenda May 4, 2011 at 9:51 pm

I love you, Lori.xxxx

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nonoodle May 4, 2011 at 9:48 pm

Oh Lori, so much truth there! grief is something that we all cope with in our own way & own time… & it sucks!

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Trik82 May 4, 2011 at 9:47 pm

I agree xox

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Mich May 4, 2011 at 9:46 pm

you are one of the most strongest, lovliest, most awesomest people i have had the pleasure of meeting. Lots of love to you and the kidlets. xoxoxoxo

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Kellie May 4, 2011 at 9:45 pm

Chocolate is good, and some people are just fuckwits.
My lifes mantra.
x

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Madmother May 5, 2011 at 7:38 am

Beautifully put yet again.

xx

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Shelley May 4, 2011 at 9:57 pm

thank u

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