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Suicide is Painless – or is it?

Published August 13, 2014 by lydia999

Suicide is Painless – or is it?

Lydia’s Blog – relates to Petals of a Rose.

For those of you who have read ‘Petals of a Rose‘ it will come as no surprise that I could not have written it without some understanding of the subject matter. Suicide is relevant to the storyline.

Obviously this blog has been pre-empted by the sad loss of Robin Williams and the public reaction to his suicide. Whilst many have been deeply saddened by the loss, there are those who have chosen to speak negatively about something which they do not understand, causing pain to his daughter. The Time to Change Movement is spreading like wild-fire with the result that more and more sufferers of mental illness are having the confidence to speak out and seek help whilst an increasing number of agencies are improving the help which is given. The damage that these vindictive remarks could cause is so destructive. There could potentially now be a fear for sufferers that they will receive this same ridicule should they open up about their illness.

It is a common misconception that suicide is a choice – we even use the word ‘commit’ to describe the action which indicates an intention to perform. For those sufferers who have been to the abyss and lived to tell the tale it is insulting that people – even people close to them – could believe that they would logically, of sound mind, CHOOSE to leave their responsibilities, leave their children, cause such pain to those left behind. It is not a conscious decision but a symptom of the illness at its most extreme. Admittedly the stresses and pressures of living can feel difficult to bear, so why do you think that some choose to ‘chicken-out’ and take the ‘easy option’? The fact is that they DON’T choose. Suicide is seen to be the only option left when obviously this is not logical as there are always other paths to tread, but for the person suffering from mental illness this does not always ‘compute’.

Consider a person with Tourette Syndrome – do they choose to shout obscenities? No, their illness causes this symptom. Likewise suicide CAN be a symptom of certain mental illnesses. It is not a choice.

I hope that this has raised some questions and maybe some understanding about something which is difficult for sufferers to explain because often they do not understand it themselves. Compassion, time to talk and acceptance are needed, not negative comments. Apologies if this offends anyone but as an author I voice my head-ramblings 🙂

The book is available through the Hermit Media websiteAmazon, Waterstones online and other online book storesPetals of a Rose is also available in e-pub and Kindle format on Amazon only.

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Petals of a Rose – A Different Extract

Published August 11, 2014 by lydia999

Petals of a Rose – A Different Extract

Hi there I thought that you might enjoy a different extract from Petals of a Rose.

Feedback has been extremely positive and readers have consistently said that they could not put the book down which is great to know. The subject matter lends itself to a heartrending read but feedback suggests that the connection with the characters intensifies the experience. Feedback describes the book as ‘a rollercoaster of emotions ride‘.

Extract from Petals of a Rose by Lydia Trent

‘Shut up, you stupid little sod. Shut up!’ The child was thrown face down into the cot. She continued to scream; loud, pleading screams. She managed to roll herself over, her thin body shaking with the exertion of her cries. Her mother paced frantically backwards and forwards across the room, drowning in anger, clenching her fists in a vain effort to control the mounting rage which threatened to overwhelm her. She was forcing herself to stay away from the cot, but the screams were drawing her like a magnet, teasing her with the knowledge that the tormentor lay there. That’s where the cries were and she had to stop them, had to stop them because she couldn’t take it. Her head was going to explode, her guts were going to erupt with this rage unless she let it out, let it out where the screams were.

She strode towards the cot and fiercely grabbed the tiny bundle from within. She held it roughly in front of her in the air and shook it. ‘For God’s sake, bloody shut up. Just stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it!’

The door opened. Alan stared in horror.

The book is available through the Hermit Media websiteAmazon, Waterstones online and other online book storesPetals of a Rose is also available in e-pub and Kindle format on Amazon only.

Lovely Words from Lucy, Horsham about ‘Petals of a Rose’

Published August 4, 2014 by lydia999

Thanks Lucy from Horsham for your lovely words. I really appreciate them xx
‘Can’t recommend this book highly enough. If you are looking for something to get completely lost in & grip you from the first page then look no further. Certainly not a chic lit novel & I can almost guarantee you will be moved to tears in some parts & go through every human emotion but wow…what a journey. Give it a go xx’

Extract from Petals of a Rose

Published August 1, 2014 by lydia999

Hi there I thought that you might enjoy an extract from Petals of a Rose so here goes. Any feedback, or even better read the book (lol), most welcome 🙂

Extract from Petals of a Rose by Lydia Trent

The Jojoba Club was the undisputed King of the Red Light district. It was housed in a building which belied its existence. The façade gave the impression that within thrived a nest of grim, low–budget offices, occupied by questionable solicitors whose clients ranged from pimps to prostitutes, undoubtedly shared by sleazy loan sharks. This initial notion was accurate,for the second and third floors were, indeed, occupied by such tenants, operating almost legitimate businesses. There was a large, solid–oak door guarding the building at the front, the same large, oak door which fronted hundreds of similar–looking office buildings in the city. Nothing to take notice of, nothing special.

A high–walled, well–lit alley circled the whole of the building. The alley was narrow and the wall which protected it crumbled with age. It led to nowhere except the rear of the building and once in it there was no way out, nowhere to hide. At the back of the building was another large, oak, non–descript door giving no indication as to what lay beyond. Nobody passed down the alley without being scrutinised, checked — the two Jamaican Goliaths on the back door made sure of that. The door hid a secret world far removed from the cold, dark, depressing streets outside with the desperate prostitutes flashing their pieces of flesh, vying for the punters who crawled their cars along the kerbs, hoping that their enticements would lure some money for their next meal for them, or their children, or — more likely — their next fix. Soft lighting bathed the relaxed sophistication of the room in an amber hue. The gentle calm of a faraway melody lulled, unobtrusively swirling around, artfully casting its spell on the unsuspecting victim, soothing the body, preparing it for an evening of enjoyment and fulfilment.

The thick, dark–peach carpet cradled each step, giving in and then springing back, like a wave rising and falling, floating feet along, only acknowledged somewhere deep inside where the floating took place, further soothing the guest into a sense of safe security within this haven. Low couches lay at strategic angles to one another, upholstered in soft peach, the sides and back high to provide a degree of intimacy and privacy to the occupants. Each couch had its own low, glass table standing guard against intrusion. Stark, three-dimensional shapes hung randomly on the walls — no pictures, just the shapes. After long concentration the images representing naked figures became recognisable, silver or black, some alone, some part of a couple or group, erotic in their static poses. Otherwise the room stood bare, no clutter to distract, only the deliberate achievement of a cultured retreat from all that may offend one’s desire for peace and calm tranquillity.

The book is available through the Hermit Media websiteAmazon, Waterstones online and other online book storesPetals of a Rose is also available in e-pub and Kindle format on Amazon only.