I started Saturday as the most hugged blogger of 2010 and ended the day as the blogger most in need of hugs 2011.
No, don’t panic, I’m fine, happy and healthy, if a little tired.
This is a story of support during depression with a little WoW twist thrown in.
As you may be aware I spoke a lot about depression, mine and my family’s back in Movember. I mentioned then that it can be a long hard journey and it is.
Saturday afternoon I was alerted by the police to my ex-wife’s latest suicide intentions. She had made it public via Facebook and the level of support and concern from her friends was astounding, with those that know her boyfriend or I, contacting us and those that don’t contacting the police who then contacted me.
Truly it was a wonderful thing to see so many people going to such lengths to save her life.
My evening was spent fielding Facebook enquiries and phone calls from friends and international family.
Remember, no matter how dark it gets, no matter how alone you feel, you are not alone, you are loved by all the people whose lives you have touched.
We will not be better of without my ex-wife, we will not be better off without YOU.
Those Movember posts…
- Shave and a Haircut: Movember
- Just in case you thought I wasn’t serious
- Depression in the family: Movember
- Youth gone wild: Movember
- Married with child and depressed: Movember
- Depression in the workplace: Movember
- Talking about it saves lives: Movember
- Better Off without me
- Aware People are Supportive People: Movember
Me on the otherhand…
Well there is a WoW argument for being better off without me...
I joked during our Lich King attempts that they were better off with a dead gnome than none at all, but Saturday night (while letting off some tension in the Arenas) it was proved that my 3v3 team really is better off without me.
We signed up for an Arena…
We buffed up for the Arena…
Just as the gates were about to open…
The phone rang…
My (ex) sister-in-law from Canada…
Three words from me…
Phone, gotta go
And my (incredibly understanding and supportive – and that’s just because I play fire in arenas) arena teammates wished me all the best and headed off to battle.
Phone call over I return to my celebrating mates.
They got beaten in that fight, the opponent’s warrior survived them.
But, laughing away in their ghost form, they watched the warrior dancing around the arena, covered in shadow priest dots, wondering why the battle hadn’t ended.
Well, he wasn’t the last surviving combatant was he…
Imagine his thought process as his life was stolen as this Gnome Mage sat AFK in the starting alcove.
A win is a win, and I was the last Gnome standing!
Grats to Eastbound on Hotstreak.
Thanks to everyone: bloggers; readers; friends; family; guildies; workmates (including management that have given me the nod to be where I need to be when I need to be – it’s worth being vocal about life and death matters) and neighbors for all your support.
Gnomer and Out!
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