This image is self portrait entitled The Broken Column by the Mexican artist and feminist Frida Kahlo, who at age six suffered from polio, and was later on in life involved in a tragic bus accident. A steel handrail impaled her, going into her hip and came out the other side. She suffered several serious injuries as a result, including fractures in her spine and pelvis. However it was at this point in time when she was in the hospital bed that she began painting. The featured piece may have been painted as an indication of her pain – all the needles and nails and yet, a sure feel of boldness, courage and resilience.
At the end of the day we can endure much more than we think we can. Frida Kahlo.
I write for the brokenhearted, the sick and the restless. This is for the one watching their family fall apart. This is for the one thinking hard of what her children will have for their next meal and where they will spend the night tonight. This is for the school drop-out who is still struggling to make do. This is for the one who has totally given up on life and is looking for alternative ways to evacuate the face of the earth and leave it to those who are managing somehow.
This is for you.
I just want you to know that this is not the end. Someone out there still needs you in their lives. Someone out there still cares. I CARE.
I hope this comes to you at just the right time. You need to turn around! Suicide won’t solve the problems. If anything, it may just create many more in your absence with highlights of severe pain and depression and question. Despite the condition (I really may not understand) I need you to trust me on this one. Better days are coming. Even if the silence from your Help is deafening, please do realize that you are worth the keep and your life still matters. Maybe not to yourself anymore, but to someone out there. Someone who needs life just as much as you do too. Someone who needs to hear YOUR story. You need to Speak Life. You are the force!
Although your source of strength seems to be out of reach like the sun dying in the west, and your friends are nowhere to be seen…the still, small voice crying from the inside, desperate to see a positive change in your life is persistent. Don’t you dare shut it down. Because I believe that you know that it’s there. I mean, what are the odds that the fight will actually be worth it in the end? I don’t know and I definitely cannot promise anything. But, it’s worth a shot. Why don’t we find out?