Suicide Prevention Awareness: A Story of Choosing Life

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⚠️ Trigger Warning: Suicide Prevention Awareness.

This post discusses personal suicidal thoughts, experiences of despair, and survival. It may be distressing for some readers.

If you are currently struggling, please don’t feel obliged to read further.

Always prioritise your well-being and consider reaching out to a trusted friend, mental health professional, or a suicide prevention helpline in your country.

Surviving the Darkest Moments: Suicide Prevention Awareness

Once upon a time, there came a period in my life where I wanted to end it all, not just figuratively, for attention or as an edgy way to be different.

For real, like research and planning stuff, I was inches away from an earnest attempt at suicide.

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Not the first, this particularly dangerous episode of depression wasn’t during the teenage angst phase as many have experienced, it was later on in my early-twenties.

A period that came after the bubble of young adulthood burst, after a stifling, abusive relationship, during an exodus of friends that I thought had my back 4eva.

Following the unfolding of consequences from years of my misguided choices – I believed that I was left with only one option: end it all.

It consumed me, terrified me, changed me.

Finding a way to go that would impact the least amount of people whilst not hurting myself or surviving in any capacity was ironically my lifeblood for a while.

The way I saw it was textbook for those with strong emotional ability: that nobody cared, that the world was better off without me, that everything was so horrific there was no point going on, that the pain of existing was too much to bear, that death would be the final frontier that held any mystery, enough to soothe me and take it all away in one fell swoop.

I thought I knew it all, had seen enough and that nothing would change. Just like anyone else in my situation considering suicide, how profoundly wrong I was.

Two men stand in an ocean carpark at dark dreary night fall, their spaced out silhouettes symbolise the feeling of being alone for suicide prevention awareness.
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Looking back, I see how I believed lies and let them fester.

Backing myself into a state of imagined isolation, seemingly alone, it was really a very close call.

That’s why I now choose to tell my story of survival so publicly in honour of suicide prevention awareness month 2025.

I’ve never been private about it per se, but I didn’t exactly publish anything so openly for strangers to read because of it being such a delicate subject for many, and I don’t claim to be an authority or professional that can help in any way.

Many are even surprised when they learn I know a little something about depression and mental health issues.

Surviving those darkest moments changed everything. What was close to killing me ended up being my ongoing protection, a blessing and something I will forever hold dear.


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Nature’s Beauty Poem: We Know Where We Belong

A person dancing under a stormy sky illustrating the contrasts and power in nature's beauty poem. Photo de Craig Whitehead sur Unsplash.
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First published 18/11/21 – Last updated 18/6/25

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Nature’s Beauty Poem: We Know Where We Belong by Natacha Neveu for TheSortingHouse

Here’s a raw, reverent ode to our savage nature. A poem about nature’s beauty, an offering from the wild, undomesticated being that still lives inside of a materially crafted us. It comes from the place that remembers natural instinct, organic rhythm, and what’s real beneath all the synthetic noise.

It’s a thank you to the cosmic mother; our earth, origin, source, and a nod to anyone who feels that pull to return to something honest, something told of in tales of old. Inspired by the art of strong women and the men shaped by them. This adoring nature’s beauty poem moves through elemental archetypes and paradoxes; fire and water, air and earth, gentleness and ferocity, destruction and rebirth.

Think of it as a reminder, a call to come back to yourself regardless of what is happening.
When we drift too far into the numbness of modern life, our bones still know the way home.
Our breath still remembers the trees.
Our hearts still move with the tides.
To honour what’s fierce and gentle, messy and sacred.
To find rhythm again, to rest in between, and to remember what it feels like to belong to our earth’s song.

A close up shot of moss, ivy and ferns on the forest floor. The dappled sunlight is highlighting the plants, a perfect symphony in nature's beauty poem.

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Does Perfection Exist? An Exploration of Reality

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First published 27/4/2020 – Last updated 03/6/25

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Does Perfection Exist by Natacha Neveu for TheSortingHouse

“Does Perfection Really Exist?”

If you’ve been feeling uneasy about the state of the world, you’re not alone.

What if that discomfort is not a problem, but an invitation? An invitation to look inward and awaken the transformative power that lies dormant within.

The change we want and need. It’s already here for those that choose it. All that remains is to act consciously with inherent perfection.

Does perfection exist in nature at sunset, a lovely golden hour view of pine trees amongst a wild, open expanse of hilly, rocky nature landscape.
Photo by Natacha Neveu for TheSortingHouse

Awakening in a World of Discomfort

Know that this state of disarray is meant to be, it cannot be otherwise. No amount of worrying, denying, or avoiding will change what must be healed from within.

Only conscious action aligned with inner truth can create meaningful, sustainable change outside of ourselves.

Respecting that each is on their own path, their own timeline, can also help when times get rough.

As babies we arrive as pure energy, whole loving souls into this material matrix that we navigate with our physical bodies over the years. Although some get through without too much of a scratch, most are broken down into a “reality” ripe for manipulation either covertly or overtly.

Regardless of what has happened to a soul during this experience, we must each break the loops and heal our hearts from the carnage of these traumas and internal conflicts.

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