Amy Bleuel

What We're Reminded of After Amy Bleuel's Passing

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I write this article with a heavy heart.

I’ve never heard of Amy until this week, in which I read the news of her passing. With confusion, I started to research about her, about her history, and there it hit me: the mental health community had lost an amazing activist. I had heard about Project Semicolon before, and every time I saw someone with the “;” tattoo, and listened to their story, every single one of them were absolutely inspiring. Finding symbolism in something so simple, a semicolon, is just pure poetry.

And she came up with that. She has inspired many, and will still in future years. I, personally, am eternally grateful for that.

But Amy’s life reminds us of something we don’t talk about enough: Even though we may be mental health activists, even though we put our stories out there hoping to inspire other, even though we are comforted by being a part of a community where we share common struggles, we are still battling.

And I can say that many of us, who chose the path of educating and raising awareness, found this passion in our personal struggles. In our own pain. In our constant battle with certain conditions. It’s beautiful, but contradictory at the same time, for one to tell others it’ll get better, when there are days in which we feel like a burden, like nothing will ever be better, like wanting to die. It makes you wonder.

I have no answers, because I’m still processing all of these. But the only thing I can say is that people like Amy, people who write about mental health, people who create awareness, people who help others, are as human as those on the other side of the screen. We, as writers, are no different from the readers. The activists are no different from those they help. We are all part of the same
community, we share common struggles, we share pain and glory, and we are in this together. Some choose to talk about it, some make of their pain a global movement. Amy not only did that, but she inspired a lot of people along the way by recognizing her humanity.

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May she finally be in peace, and may we all be reminded that even those who help us, who inspire us, who we admire, are human too. And they struggle, just as us or even more.

I just want to end this article sending immense love to every single member of this and other mental health awareness communities. May we mourn, may we learn, may we keep fighting side by side with love and support from others who share our pain. Our story, just like Amy’s, isn’t over yet.

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If you or someone you know needs help, visit our suicide prevention resources page.

If you need support right now, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, the Trevor Project at 1-866-488-7386 or text “START” to 741-741.

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Why I Got a Semicolon Tattoo

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I grew up in a pretty normal, conservative, middle class household. My parents weren’t super strict. Or super lenient. They were just sort of… average really.

Piercing, body modifications and tattoos just weren’t our cup of tea. I remember my dad thinking it bizarre I wanted to get my ears pierced at 16. I did it anyway. Twice.

Never in my entire life had I ever considered getting a tattoo. In fact mostly I thought tattoos were a silly thing to do – I mean who would do something so permanent to their body? That’s certainly the message I’ve been sending to my children for 20 plus years! Then on my birthday last month, I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to get a tattoo. Not as a decoration — as a statement. Not for you. Not for family or friends. A statement for me. To remind me my story isn’t over yet. And so today I got a tattoo.

I read about the semicolon project sometime ago and was going to get a semicolon to remind myself that despite chronic suicidal ideation last year, I am still here. Then as I read more I found the phrase “My Story Isn’t Over Yet” popping up all the time in relation to the semicolon project and I strongly resonated with that. So I had it tattooed on my wrist. Partly for the statement and the reminder. Partly to stop me wanting to cut.

Then when playing around on Pinterest, I discovered an eating disorder recovery symbol and I wanted that too. So I have the text and semicolon across my wrist with the recovery symbol on the back. All linked up with a squiggly line.

Despite it being very early days (I’ve had a tattoo for five hours so far and it is in fact, still wrapped in cling wrap), I am extremely happy. I feel like I’ve made a statement to myself. If days get dark, it is a visual reminder I’ve been there before and I made it through. I can do it again.

My husband now calls me his “badass inked up babe,” which is so not me. I am not badass and I’m not a babe. I’m usually a big baby. I was asked today if I had it done as a bucket list thing and I immediately said, “No!” Because I didn’t. But it has left me wondering. What is on my bucket list? I need to make one. Because I would like to feel successful in life, I think I’ll start my bucket list with things I’ve already done. So I’m now going to add, “Get a tattoo” to the top of my bucket-list. But I’d also like to fill my list with things I haven’t done yet. So the unfinished story of this badass inked up babe will have some more interesting tidbits to tell.

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If Amy Bleuel's Death Leaves You Feeling More Helpless, Please Remember This

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Amy Bleuel When someone dies by suicide, it’s often accurate to blame stigma. If this person had only been comfortable talking about their suicidal thoughts, we think, perhaps they could have been helped. It’s the basis of every “anti-stigma” campaign, really. To end suffering. To pull people out of shadows. To save lives.

That’s why it’s a complex kind of painful to lose someone in the suicide prevention community to suicide. Someone who wasn’t fully in the shadows. Someone who didn’t let stigma stop them from speaking out about suicidal ideation and previous suicide attempts. Someone who actively spread messages of hope for others who face similar struggles.

It’s really hard to lose Amy.

If you don’t know Amy Bleuel, you probably know her work. She’s the reason the semicolon is more than punctuation for many who deal with both self-harm and suicidal ideation. Her nonprofit, Project Semicolon, brought together people who found hope in her message — that just like a semicolon, you can continue even when “your sentence” seems finished. The organization’s tag is: “Your story isn’t over.”

When sharing this news to the mental health community, my heart broke not only for Amy’s friends and family, but for everyone in the mental health community who saw the semicolon as a symbol of hope. My biggest fear was that those struggling upon hearing this news would feel like those who speak about suicide prevention were bullshitting them. I didn’t want our words of hope to lose meaning. I didn’t want people to lose hope for their own stories.

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But all this proves is that suicide prevention is complicated, and we have a lot of research and work to do so more lives can be saved.

Suicide prevention work is done almost exclusively by people who have lost someone to suicide or who have experienced their own suicidality. Often, the calling to suicide prevention comes close on the heels of a near miss with an attempt, or the suicide death of someone we love, and it comes with urgency. In that way, it puts many of us in a precarious position: we so desperately want to save others from suicide that we forget to save ourselves. We dive in with our life raft before we learn to swim. — Dese’Rae L. Stage, suicide prevention activist and founder of Live Though This

I wanted to acknowledge the complexity of Amy’s death. I wanted people who feel hopeless right now to know we understand how much this sucks. We’re not going to pretend it didn’t happen. But we will tell you in no way does this taint the amazing work Amy did. It doesn’t make your semicolon tattoo have less meaning.

Amy fought against her own thoughts of suicide, and in doing so she gave so many people the opportunity to share their pain, their endurance, and their triumphs in a way that simultaneously spurred discussion and battled prejudice. For those of us in the field of suicide prevention, we’re reminded of the need to redouble our efforts, work harder, work more effectively, and to ensure people that hope, help, and healing is happening. —  Chris Maxwell, Advisory Board Member for OurDataHelps.org

I wanted to talk to other suicide prevention activists to get their thoughts on where we go from there. All echoed the same theme: We keep going. We keep spreading hope. We work harder.

Yes, Amy may have died by suicide. That is a risk for anyone who has survived a suicide death or attempt, like she had. It only makes her message more poignant and powerful. People in my field react with even more urgency to better understand suicide, and to innovate ways to save lives. I can understand why so many people in suicide prevention have a heavy heart today. I do, too. I’m going to be mindful, take good care of myself and others… and I’m going to keep my focus. On the day Amy died, another 120 people died from suicide, too. And each day it’s the same. My mission is to change that. A loss makes me fight harder to eliminate the blight of suicide in our communities. Amy’s mission lives on, even after her death, and it lives on in me, and thousands more.” — Dr. April Foreman, Licensed Psychologist and suicide prevention activist

If anyone is struggling right now, please take care of yourself. Please talk to someone about it. Please make use of the resources we do have. You can text the Crisis Text Line at 741-741. You can call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255. You can call The Trevor Project at 866-488-7386. Or, consider donating your social media data for suicide prevention research at OurDataHelps.

I’ll leave you with one last quote from Dese’Rae L. Stage, suicide prevention activist and founder of Live Though This.

I’m guessing Amy didn’t know how deeply she affected so many people. I’m guessing she didn’t think there was a rescue boat for her, but I think it was just a foggy night and she couldn’t see her lighthouse. 

If you or someone you know needs help, visit our suicide prevention resources page.

If you need support right now, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, the Trevor Project at 1-866-488-7386 or text “START” to 741-741.

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The 'No Big Deal' Acts of Kindness That Helped Me After My Soulmate's Suicide

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As I have published in recent blogs, I am entering another phase in my life (after the suicide of my soulmate Steve in 2015 and my Parkinson’s disease diagnosis eight months later. As such, I am trying to find a new balance in more ways than one. What prompted me to write today is to express gratitude, something I need to do more often.

My heart was filled with thanks today — so much so, it brought tears to my eyes. This was precipitated by my experiences  that occurred over the past week or so. The common theme with these occurrences is they are all random acts of kindness by some people whom I consider to be very close friends. It is these good deeds that make me realize how lucky I am to have these people in my life. Having them to lean on gives me great comfort in facing some of the obstacles I encounter — obstacles, that in the past, I would have relied on Steve to be there for me through.

Last week, my friend Mike and his wife Ramona attended a Project 9 Line benefit dinner with me. I knew it was going to be an emotional night for me, and Mike and Ramona stood by my side and supported me through my tears. Mike is also a constant figure at my house after every snow storm, shoveling my driveway. I was not alone at the dinner, nor am I ever alone after a snow storm.

My cousin Terry and her husband Allan who live more than an hour away from me drove over 150 miles one day to get me some vegan ice cream and bring me some homemade soup. Since I am on a strict plant-based diet, I have lost a lot of weight. As such, Terry wants to make sure I put on a few pounds to reach a healthier weight. I am not alone.

This week, my friend Judy went with me to my future home to help me choose paint, carpet and tile colors. I have been in such a daze lately, I was pretty much useless in making my choices. However, Judy is so good at asking questions and taking notes, I knew I didn’t have to worry about remembering what I decided, plus I was lucky to have her expert opinion on color selections.  I was not alone.

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Yesterday, my rabbit chewed through my computer power cord, rendering the PC useless when the battery wore down. Since I am so dependent on my computer and I knew it would take days for me to get a new power adapter, I reached out to my friend Bob, a former co-worker of mine from IBM. He offered to strip and tape the chewed cable to make it functional again. Once again, I was not alone.

I am so grateful for having these people in my life. They may consider their help to be no big deal. However, what they all have done for me is huge. As I have said many times before, I will always be lonely without Steve, but I will never be alone

If you or someone you know needs help, visit our suicide prevention resources page.

If you need support right now, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, the Trevor Project at 1-866-488-7386 or text “START” to 741-741.

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When My Psychiatrist Said She Couldn't Help Me Anymore

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I’ve been seeing this psychiatrist for almost two years now. She is someone I would not describe as empathetic, compassionate or warmhearted.

I noticed this at our first appointment, which should have been the cue to change psychiatrists, but honestly I didn’t care at the time. I figured all psychiatrists were this way.

In mid-December, I voluntarily signed myself into a psychiatric hospital for suicidal behavior. After my two-week hospital stay, I was required to set up a follow-up appointment with my psychiatrist to ensure I continued my medications.

As always, I was nervous to tell her I was in the hospital. Every time I’ve told her about relapsing, whether it was self-harming, having suicidal thoughts or another hospital admission, I leave the appointment feeling worse than when I walk in.

My thoughts began racing while sitting in the lobby. How was I going to word it? What tone of voice should I use? How is she going to react this time?

After waiting for 15 minutes, my name was called and I followed the receptionist into my psychiatrist’s office. While waiting for her to walk in at any moment, I was picturing her possible reactions to what I was about to tell her.

She finally walks in and sits at her desk. I hand her my discharge paperwork. She asks why I was in the hospital so I told her about the suicidal behavior.

She shakes her head and asks, “How many times have you been in a hospital, Andrea?” I’m very hesitant to tell anyone the number of times I’ve been admitted to the hospital. I’m embarrassed about it. “About four times,” which I knew was a lie.

“It has to be more than that.” Knowing that was the truth, I stayed silent.

A couple minutes pass by and she is looking through the discharge paperwork, while I am sitting there patiently waiting for her to say something and write my prescriptions so I could leave.

She hands me my discharge paperwork and says, “I can’t help you anymore, Andrea. Nothing I’ve done has helped you. I’ll refill your medications, but it’s a matter of time before you end up back in a hospital.”

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Ouch. I felt my stomach drop. It took a lot for me to hold back my tears. I was speechless and didn’t know how to respond. 

She hands me my prescription and I leave her office to walk to the checkout window. She follows me and tells the receptionist I will not be scheduling another appointment with her. I didn’t say anything to her. As soon as I walked out of the door, I let go of the tears I was holding in.

Thinking back, I should have said something to her. Anything besides silence would have been a better reaction, but I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do.

I felt extremely depressed and numb for the following week or so. I stayed in bed every day, questioning whether my life was worth anything. I wanted to stop taking my medications because of her comment. Why would I want to get better when a professional lost hope in me?

I received a letter in the mail from her the other day. It was a basic letter stating I need to find another psychiatrist because she is no longer going to help me.

After reading the letter, I realized I can’t allow one person out of the seven billion in the world tell me I will never get better. That’s her opinion and I have mine.

Recovery is not linear; it isn’t a roller coaster that only goes up. We don’t just take medications or go to therapy and feel better for the rest of our lives. Roller coasters go down as well.

I’m in the process of finding a new psychiatrist. Someone who is empathetic, compassionate and warmhearted. Someone who recognizes that progress isn’t just uphill, but when we fall down there is always something positive to gain from it.

If you or someone you know needs help, visit our suicide prevention resources page.

If you need support right now, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, the Trevor Project at 1-866-488-7386 or text “START” to 741-741.

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Suicide Will Not Be My 'Cure'

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Editor’s note: If you experience suicidal thoughts, the following post could be potentially triggering. You can contact the Crisis Text Line by texting “START” to 741-741.

I don’t want to die. I just don’t know how to live the life I have been given.

I don’t know how to accept myself as I am. Mental Illness consumes everything for me. Whether it is the battling of the everyday effects of chronic major depression, borderline personality disorder (BPD) and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), or the incessant search for more information on my diseases in hopes of relieving some of the symptoms, it is a 24/7 task. To be quite honest, it is exhausting.

Sometimes it is difficult to accept that this is my life. For the most part, I believe this is as good as it is going to get. I don’t mean to or even want to sound so negative, but it is my reality. As my therapist said, I believe I’m not going to see the day where I can say I kicked depression’s ass. I am about to be 43 years old. I have dealt with this every day of my life for as far back as I can remember. On a day-to-day basis, I just want an “out.” I don’t want to suffer through the ongoing treatment and hospitalizations to simply survive. I see suicidal thoughts as the only hope to an end to the torture my mind puts me through. All other hope has came and left for me.

I don’t want to “give up.” I have a loving family who loves me unconditionally and they are the reason I am still alive. I am not proud to say though that despite them, it still has not stopped the suicide attempts. Just because they say I am not a burden does not stop me from feeling like one.

But… the fact is mental illness hurts emotionally and physically. Many suicides are about wanting an end to these pains.

Chronic pain is hard and takes incredible strength to keep the will to live going. If you are fighting any type of chronic pain and are still here, give yourself some credit for what you endure. It’s OK to want to end the pain — I do too — but suicide can’t be the “cure.” We fought too hard to get this far. We will survive by taking it one moment at a time.

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