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Diane recently featured in this video from Nepean Blue Mountains Suicide Prevention Collaborative. When Grief Runs Deep: Holding Space for Suicide Loss and Mental Health Struggles At Hope4U, we understand that some wounds aren’t visible. They’re carried in silence — in the spaces between anniversaries, in the empty chairs at dinner, and in the questions that never seem to have answers. The video above captures the heartache and courage of people who have lived through the unthinkable — the loss of loved ones to suicide, the rawness of suicidal thoughts, and the quiet strength it takes to go on. These voices are brave. They speak truth without filters, because healing begins with honesty. “I still grieve. I still cry. I still miss them.” Grief after suicide doesn’t follow a timeline. It doesn’t get “better” in a straight line. For many, it softens — but it never truly disappears. The memories, the reflections, and the waves of emotion still come. That’s normal. That’s love. Whether you’ve lost a child, a parent, a friend, a colleague, or someone who simply mattered — your grief is valid. Your story deserves space. The power of reaching in As one voice in the video shares, asking for help when you’re at rock bottom is incredibly hard. But what if we shifted the conversation? What if, instead of just telling people to “reach out,” we also prepared ourselves to reach in? One thoughtful question, one moment of truly seeing someone, can be lifesaving. Sometimes we’re afraid to say the wrong thing — but silence can be far more dangerous. Asking someone if they’re okay, really okay, and being prepared for the honest answer is how we keep each other safe. “Yes, I needed attention. I needed help.” There’s a heartbreaking stigma around suicide attempts being “just attention seeking.” But attention isn’t a dirty word. If someone is crying out for help, then our attention is exactly what they need — not shame, not dismissal. As one of the speakers bravely says: “If I had received support or understanding in that moment… it could’ve made all the difference.” We must listen better. We must respond with care, not judgement.

Domestic Violence (DV) 30 July 2019|my past We all have a story and i think my story is no different to other people that have suffered domestic violence. Yet i wondered how i get on in life and continue to have what i think is a normal life. I struggle every day from past events of trauma but i don’t let it affect me.  Yet there are people that probably think it has affected me in my everyday life how i function as a person. it has probably changed my personality.  i would like to share my journey of my past, present life and hopefully my future. The events of domestic violence are my perspective but it has molded me to the person I am, however over time those life events of trauma change and my personality changes with them. I never wanted to suffer as a result of the events in my life i wanted to continue in a “normal” life style. I had a young family i believed that when you marry it is forever and problems should be solved. I guess i also wanted to be saved.   The mental torment was worse because you lose your thinking ability to function on your own. Well at the time that is what i believed. 

29 June 2021 | my past I remember Aaron said to me once just be a mum and listen. Honest and harsh words but what he said meant allot to me.  As your  children grow up to adults and leave home your life changes.  I always have to put my children first but they don’t see that any more.  I guess as parents or perhaps it was they way our life journey evolved. I lost my voice to express what and how I felt. My  children are all parents now and they can learn and experience parenthood for themselves.  Now as time goes on how do I overcome being alone. At 1am in the morning when I wake up and   cry until I can’t breath because of the loss in my life the estranged relationship that has developed between my living children I think what is the point.  I have to hold on to words like hope and why. I need a why in my life.  There are no solutions or answers to fixing my loneliness and just like being a new mum I didn’t get a book on raising children . I believe you are  a product of your environment and you can always change your environment. 

SUICIDE & DEPRESSION  5 November 2018 MY SON COMMITTED SUICIDE HE HAD DEPRESSION, PREVENTION AND AWARENESS IS SO IMPORTANT TO SAVING OUR LOVED ONES. THIS WEB PAGE AND THE HOPE WALK PAGES ARE DEDICATED TO MAKE AN  AWARENESS OF SUICIDE AND DEPRESSION. JASON JAMES PARKER LOST HIS LIFE AND BATTLE AGAINST DEPRESSION, AND BIPOLAR WON. THERE ARE SO MANY REASONS AND CAUSES OF SUICIDE AND WE NEED TO BREAK THE STIGMA SURROUNDING SUICIDE TO PREVENT FURTHER LOSS OF LIFE

Stay strong …it’s not easy 26 February 2019 (diary April 2016) I am the proud mother  of  six children, 5 boys and a daughter.  I am  a survivor of domestic violence and lived experience. Lost a daughter to SIDS and a son to suicide. One day in my life stands out and completely changed me and the dynamics of my family.  Something I would not like any family to go through..  I was getting ready to go to work when i got a phone call from the New Zealand Police.  This no  phone call a parent ever wants to hear. ” are you Diane, we are calling to inform you about your son”. At first i thought he had a serious injury but then the police officer went to inform me that my son had died,  My first thought was he is in hospital but it then sunk in.  My son had taken his own life. My heart just ripped in pieces.  I was home alone I didn’t know  what to do I ran into the middle of the street because I had so many crazy thoughts and emotions.   I called by brother in New Zealand to find out if it was true. They were so concerned that they had not heard from me. Social media news travels fast and they did not want me to find out via social media. I then thought about my sons,   I had to call  them  two brothers worked in Sydney , one brother in  on the Gold Coast who would be at  work and his older brother in New Zealand.  As I called each of my sons I just screamed down the phone to them saying “Jason is dead you need to get home”. I was in shock not thinking .  Letting each family member know was so hard.  The boys left from their jobs and headed to my home. As they all arrived they needed to know if it was true. I had called my two sons at work and they had to drive through the Sydney traffic from the city .  We all got together as we were were in total disbelief , Probably the easiest way to describe how we felt was numbness.  We had to organise flights and passports for two of my sons. It was not only the boys to get flights it was partners and their families. But all I wanted to do was see Jason my boy.  I couldn’t stop crying because as a parent i was asking myself how could i of helped him.  So many questions, why and how. I new Jason had depression and bipolar but he was the most loving son.  Jason was married and they had a daughter 3 years old and Jason had a son 12 years old at the time.  Emotions and no direction of what we had to do seemed out of my control i just new i needed to get to be with my son.   I look back on past events and continue to look at my life. i look at my children and iam so proud of them. If only I new how to  show them love  and affection but I was never  shown or have any display of love and affection.  There is no use trying to explain to my children because  all they see and hear are excuses. They are grown up men. I don’t want poor you or ohhh how sad.  I have to move on in my life and I have many regrets and failures but you can’t go back to the past.  moving on I feel I could blog on all my failings but it would not benefit anyone.  instead I have to grow even after the loss of a second son to suicide.  i ask questions