SADD and a number of other disorders seem to manifest themselves this time of year. The Holidays, it seems, aren't so holiday for some people. Depression, in all its forms, calls this the Holiday season, as well.
There is a group, an organization, who's intent and purpose is to help people avoid addiction, depression and suicide. If you know me, you know I love women. All women. Tall, short, slender or plump, dark or light. To lose even one to this terrible affliction, hurts me to think of. There are not enough women in the world as it is, and to allow us to be diminished by the loss of even more because of a treatable condition is an outrage and a sin. A sin against us all. A sin against mothers who will see their daughters die. A sin against children who will grow up without their mothers and in turn, have a greater potential to become victims of the same disorder themselves. This organization helps all, but the name speaks most to women, and like I said, I love women.
Zoeyjane of Mommy is Moody is DOING something. She is donating all the revenue from her advertisements on her site, for this month, to To Write Love On Her Arms. Go to Zoeyjane's site and read This Post. She gets paid by 'Impressions'. Just going there helps. Click on her ads - and help more. Click through to To Write Love On Her Arms and see what they do. Just doing that will help, too. This paragraph is going to appear at the end of each post, each day until the end of the month. As a reminder. Just click through. And help. Save the women and men and boys and girls that don't need to live without love, that don't need to suffer addiction and depression, that don't need to die.
Mark, the boys, Annie and I had dinner together today. Over at Mark's house. Chicken breast, rice and green beans. No salt. Margarine, not butter. Mark is going through a radical change in diet. No more BK. No more pizza. I think I may be eating more meals at home. But I will eat healthier than I have been doing. Just because.