Be the rescue.

I'm not broken for myself. I'm broken to be poured out. I'm broken so that other people can embrace their brokenness; so that they can see that the end of life is NOT where the pieces lay scattered. We are called to be the rescue, but to rescue you have to understand what it means to have been on the receiving end of the rope.

I had a moment last week where the the questions I'm facing didn't collide with the answers i've been offered out there. I'm asking questions to better understand the chaos inside my head; chaos mostly influenced by emotions; emotions mostly stemming from rejection; rejection mostly deriving from not fully accepting myself.  And when this chaos gets to heavy to bear, I'm looking for an escape, everyone does because its the only thing that would make sense; to get rid of it as soon as possible. i took comfort in friends; people that understands me, and accepts me, and know that when my demons creep up on me, I can reach out to them and they'll respond with an "AHOO" battle cry, like the Spartans from 300. That is comforting to know.

There's others who's not so fortunate to have an army of friends to stand shoulder to shoulder with them. There's some of us who HAVE to fight it out all by themselves, and that's sad, and my heart goes out to you. Although I know what it feels like to be lonely, I don't know what it feels like to be lonely AND alone, cos that's two different things.

Early this week I had a friend reaching out to me because the pressure of the chaos is eating her, and she can feel it slowly getting the upper hand. She needed someone to talk to; to pray with, and for her. What a feeling it is to know you can pour yourself out for a friend because just a week earlier others have emptied themselves for you, in prayer, phone calls, messages, words of encouragement.

This morning I heard about a friend of Meegan who just couldn't keep up with his chaos. i didn't know the guy but it shatters my heart to know someone has been left by himself; someone were carrying a burden and no one was there. Or maybe people were there, who knows. it just saddens my heart. I always feel like a piece of myself gets taken away when I hear of young South Africans committing suicide.

That is the reason I started StayAlivefriend. For the ones who are forgotten. The ones who cannot control the chaos. the ones who struggle to accept themselves. It is for them, but in so many ways, it has been for myself as well. We all need rescue.

StayAlivefriend need more voices out there. We need rescuers to point their friends towards our Facebook page and our blog. The rescue always starts small.

Peace to you.

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