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Look Up Men Podcast Interview

Are you a man? Do you know any men? Well, if you do then this podcast is for you. I really enjoyed talking to Todd Mitchem about male issues and suicide prevention this week. We had such a great discussion.

Listen here and please, support people who support sharing awareness of social issues!

So go and check out his website lookupmen.com

Thank you again, Todd for having me on. It was an honor to get to share with you and your listeners.

http://traffic.libsyn.com/lookupmen/Look_UP_Men_Episode_21.mp3

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I Don’t Save Lives

I don’t save lives.
 
What a bold statement, right? In this world, my world, of suicide prevention, people say that to me, that I save lives. They say it and they may feel it to be true. They say I save lives and mean it as an honor, as a thanks, as the pinnacle of respect for the type of work I find myself doing. But I have to disagree with that audacious statement. I have to disagree for myself, for the people I have encountered in the world, and for the simple sake that I must for my own mental wellbeing.
 
A few years back, I found myself asking what gives me the right to believe I have command over another persons life?
 
And if I can save a life, does that mean I’ve lost some, too?
 
To me, it must mean just that. I don’t feel I deserve to bear the glory and not the tragedies. And what weight, what pressure, what stress should I own if I counted the lives who were lost, the ones who we’re all losing, the ones we have yet to reach? Because, I have lost loved ones, even after I started doing this work, and if I own the triumphs should I also bear the losses?
 
What I do is I offer options. I offer a voice. I offer limited experience. I work in a field that I enjoy, that I am passionate for, one that I have worked tirelessly to understand for a multitude of reasons. I want to help. I want to see changes. I want to do something meaningful for myself, my children, and this world we all share. And honestly, this work is hard, it is draining, it is devastatingly impactful on me in so many ways, but it is also a blessing. It has saved me. It has allowed me the invaluable opportunity to meet breathtakingly powerful people who have overcome seemingly insurmountable odds, to hear awe inspiring stories of struggle and success in my everyday, to learn about life and yes, death, and to offer something more than myself to this universe. So, truly, I may be selfish in the scope of things. Truly, I may hope and strive to find that hope met.
 
I don’t save lives. They save their own lives. It is up to the individuals to take what little I can offer and use it, or ignore it. I don’t force life on anyone, they choose it, for themselves. They work for themselves, for their wellbeing. They push through their own struggles to find themselves stronger on the other end. Don’t give me their success. Don’t take their hard earned work and put it on me. It’s their right to save their own lives. And it’s their right to own that accomplishment.
 
Those who have struggled deserve the honor of knowing what they have fought to have. They deserve that compliment. They deserve to be proud of themselves. I am proud of them, too.
 
I don’t save lives. It isn’t fair to the people who have saved their own lives to take their empowerment and offer it to me. I do what little I can because I can, but I must ask you now, could we all do a little more, together?
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September on the Horizon

I’ve been jokingly referring to this week as my College Tour.

I trekked two hours, to Russellville, Arkansas to teach a safeTALK course to 20 Arkansas Tech University Career Center instructors. There I met an assortment of people and professions. We had hard discussions about how close to home this issue was for them, and the difficulties we face when trying to navigate the many situations we can have thrust upon us. The world seemed small when several in the room shared a single tragic encounter. No matter how small the world may feel, this problem is devastatingly large. When I left my new allies, I felt hopeful as we made plans to continue these conversations and expand our net of compassion and education. Tired but determined, I headed to my next stop.

An hour down the road, took me to Conway, Arkansas and the University of Central Arkansas early the next morning. We went in five allies deep to teach 150 resident advisors, peer coaches, and resident coordinators suicide prevention, the process of seeking mental health help, how to increase their knowledge of community resources, and last but not least resilience and coping skills.

I kicked off the day by sharing my story. It is all too often a shared story many know in a deeply personal way. The room was filled with tears, laughter, of course, my awkward jokes, and a sense of why it is vital that we encourage people to be educated around the issue of suicide.

Rainy mornings don’t make for the best settings, but we faced the day full of passion and purpose. By the end of it, we changed some minds, found new allies, and left many feeling less alone in this sometimes isolating world.

Days like this bring my heart solace. Maybe, just maybe, one person can be reached.

 

The conversation has begun.

#suicideprevention #speak #thankyou #uca #arkansas

Arkansas Tech University

University of Central Arkansas

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