Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Welcome to Day 12 of the 2020 RWISA "RISE-UP" Blog Tour! #RRBC #RWISA #RWISARiseUp

Welcome to the final day of the 2020 RWISA "RISE-UP" Blog Tour! Each day, I will be featuring an amazing RWISA author and a piece he/she has written to focus on one of our two themes: A World Without Mom and/or How Living in This New World Has Change Me.  Today's author is Nonnie Jules! :-)

by Nonnie Jules

By Friday, I doubted that I would even be part of this event.  I’m sure many of you noticed that I kept moving others ahead of me and ahead of me, until I ran out of members to move – as I struggled with finding the time in my schedule to write something.  As of this morning, I had finally decided that I just wasn’t going to be able to participate, as again, I saw no opening in my schedule that would allow it. 

Then, I got a phone call at 7:37 this evening from a friend, sharing that her relative had just attempted suicide due to his personal struggles since the arrival of COVID19.  He had lost his job, had received an eviction notice, and saw no clear path to anything remotely close to “better” while the Coronavirus lingered.  That conversation forced me to sit down at my desk just as soon as I hung up the phone.  What you will find below may not be that great, but it’s what my heart rolled out in the final hour. 


And So, I Believed

We are living through what is possibly the most trying time in many of our lives.  We are a world on lock-down, and though there are those of us who are living a bit more comfortably than others during this pandemic, many in the world are suffering.

Some of us are not concerned with how our mortgages and car notes will get paid.  Some of us aren’t concerned with where our next meal will come from, or, if we’ll have to suffer through another night filled with tears streaming down the faces of our hungry children, along with our own tears of helplessness.

For those who suffer with mental illness, their situations are creating a new wave of crisis, as many who see no way out, are, out of fear and desperation, turning to suicide.

My heart breaks for these innocents in this war.


It's quiet.  
I'm afraid​. ​
I've been locked up inside for so long, I don't know my nights from my days.

It's lonely.  
I'm scared.
There's no place to hide, ​and ​no other place to go​, ​because it's everywhere.

I need to make a run
​...​just out to the store
…but, I'm not even sure's safe to open my door.

It's in the air ​we breathe​
​...​on everything that we touch
I never realized ​until now​
​...​I needed people so much​. ​

I've no medical insurance
…so, I mustn’t get sick​. ​
My stomach is growling​​​ 
​...​but, it will soon quit​. ​

I'll just stay inside for now.

I do need my meds kill the voices in my head.
They've never been this loud before.
A little knock at the door 
...would really help right now.

It's ​too ​quiet.
I'm ​so ​afraid.
I open my wallet and remember...
I haven't even gotten paid.

What will I do?
​How will I survive?
I don't even know if it's worth staying alive.
And, what will I eat?
What about the heat?

I know that it's summer
…and it's supposed to be hot
…but​, ​this thing has me terrified
…all tied up in knots.
​So, I strangely shiver as if it is cold.
While parts of the world move, my life is on hold. ​

Under the covers
...the only place I feel safe.
Oh, how I wish feel the sun on my face.

How will I ​cover​
...the rent that is due?
My landlord's expecting be paid at two.

Some understand 
...but others not
My luck ran out
...with the landlord I got.

"I've got a family to feed - you've only got you." 
He does not ​see​ that only me has to eat, too.

I don't have the rent, dear Lord. 
What will I do?
Where will I go?
I need a sign
...because I just don't know.

How long will this crisis last?
No one knows for sure.
I’m afraid​ of my thoughts​.
How much more can I endure?

I just don’t know.

My mind is racing
…it just won't stop.
Please slow it down, Lord
…these thoughts are just not - to your liking.

I cover my mouth
A cough escapes.
​I d​rift over to the window
…and pull back the drapes.
Unlocking the locks
…one by one
I can hear the calling ​
​...​not a voice​, ​but a gun.

​No, too noisy, I think.

And what if I miss?  
I'm already afraid to even consider this.

Now, it’s a voice – louder - more clear  
Almost a shout - deep in my ear.
"Come closer to me. 
Look, I’m down here." 

Five stories below me
Cars rush​ing​ by
​I hear the voice again​
"​C’mon, you can fly."

I look back over my shoulder
As my landlord knocks
Then I glance at the wall
…it’s straight two o’clock.

“Why are you hesitant? There’s only pain here for you.
There’s nobody to help, so, what will you do?
The world is on lockdown, but you can be free.
Do not wait another second; come and join me!
You see, I am free - down here. 
And don’t forget, you can fly.”

And so, I believed.


To everyone reading this who might be struggling with thoughts in their head, that under normal circumstances wouldn’t make sense, yet, they seem to make sense in the moment, what you should always remember is that the devil is alive and well, and sometimes looks and sounds just like you and me. {And of course, he wants you to join him…in hell.} 

Fight those voices that encourage you to harm yourself and others. 

If you were not born a bird or created in the likeness of some type of aircraft, listen to ME - you cannot fly.

That was a very powerful piece, Nonnie! Thank you. For my readers, I will add a few resources you can go to if you are struggling mentally and emotionally:

- The 2-1-1 crisis call line is available 24 hours a day/7 days a week.

- Peer Support Space offers peer support groups virtually - Go to

- Chrysalis Health offers mental health services at 1-888-587-0335.

- The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline is open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Their number is 1-800-273-8255.

You are not alone.

Thank you for supporting today's RWISA author along the RWISA "RISE-UP" Blog Tour!  To follow along with the rest of the tour, please visit the main RWISA "RISE-UP" Blog Tour page on the RWISA site.  For a chance to win a bundle of 15 e-books along with a $5 Amazon gift card, please leave a comment on the main RWISA "RISE-UP"Blog Tour page!  Thank you and good luck! 


  1. Yvette, thank you for hosting today. Nonnie's piece brings us into the world of quiet suffering. Politics makes a lot of noise, points a lot of fingers, but people, real people, are the ones who suffer their nonsense. It breaks my heart. ♥

    1. I agree, Gwen. I wish we, as a society, would focus more on the human spirit and less on the value of money. Thanks for sharing your thoughts with me today! :-)

  2. This hits to the heart of those who need hope and community. Awesome! Thank you Yvette for hosting.

  3. Nonnie's powerful words tore at my heart. I cannot imagine ever getting to the point where I have absolutely nothing to live for. I am so blessed. My heart goes out to those suffering. Thank you for sharing, Yvette!

    1. Unfortunately, in my teaching career, I have been around many students who felt like giving up. Many of them attempted suicide; some succeeded. I have listened to kids and have helped them get the help that they need. I have had students whose parent committed suicide. It's heartbreaking to listen to their stories and to know of their suffering, especially when there are people who can help them climb out of their hell. Unfortunately, not every has access to that help. :'( Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me, Jan. I appreciate you always stopping by. :-)

  4. Nonnie, well said, and well written. It gave me something to think about. So timely and necessary.


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