International Bestselling Author Marissa Mackle with Author Sophie Rose Williamson at the Harbour to Harbour Walk, from Dun Laoighaire to Howth in aid of Aware, raising awareness for depression and suicide prevention.
Looking After Ourselves
Depression and suicide prevention is a cause so close to my heart. You see I've suffered from depression for a very long time. My family had to take drastic measures to ensure I didn't attempt suicide again. We've lost count of the number of overdoses, self harm and treks to woods to find me. It was many years ago. I returned home from Lebanon. My husband hailed a taxi, asked the man where he had taken me. It wasnt out of the ordinary for me to go running in the woods.
After all I was in the army. Yet in my rucksack was a rope. I fitted it around
the tree. I fitted it around my neck. Just as I was about to jump, I saw him.
"What are you doing" he called.
He saved me. It wasn't his first time, it wasnt his last time.
He couldnt take it anymore. So they sent me away to heal. I had to deal with so many demons. So many issues. I'm stronger. I've undergone a wide form of therapies.
Al inclusive over a very long period of time. Have I recovered. I like to think I have. Why is none of it in my former biography. I was ashamed. Depression and suicide is shameful. It shouldnt be. Which is why I completed the Harbour to Harbour walk with No.1 Bestselling
Author Marisa Mackle in aid of Aware. We started in Dun Laoghaire.
Well Actually I started ages before that. I bought a lovely new t-shirt in penneys. A lovely Irish Cailin, with shamrocks and lovehearts. Green, orange, white facepaint at the go. Hair was coloured, eyebrows waxed, eyebrows tinted. I set my alarm. Off I went to bed.
The following morning I awoke. Right spray tan. I sprayed my ankles, arms, lovely shades of shimmering gold. Of course I opened my curtains. Oh my god, it was snowing. I wanted so badly to look good. Not a chance. I searched everywhere, high and low.
Nope, no rainjacket. Well at least I wouldnt overheat. At least the snow had
stopped sprinkling out of the sky. I could do it. I'd make it. Quater to eight I
high tailed it to the bus. Later, the Luas, was escorted by some handsome and incredibly kind men to Connolly Station. I met two lovely girls, one of the bank, one of an accountancy firm. Off we went. Amazingly Marisa was waiting at the harbour. Despite numerous chaotic obstacles I managed to make it. Although the weather was wild enough.
We walked, we chatted, we walked some more. As a makeup artist I had asked Marisa if I could be part of the movie crew. Marisa mackles first novel "Mr. Right for the Night"
is going into production soon. I'm all set to be a makeup artist on set, in the
background. No doubt, helping high profile makeup magicians. Of course I'm excited. We walked some more. I'm a religious lady, I read the bible.
"If thy do not ask"
"Thy shall not receive"
"I can play great gangland parts"
Apparently it wasnt that kind of movie.
"We'll I can do loads of accents" I insisted.
I couldnt be removed. I caught the bug. I
wanted a part.
"When I'm watching reality T.V. with my sister"
"We take off the accents"
Cue Desperate Scousewives
Our Favourite Reality T.V. Show
Our Fav Show on a Chill Out Night in the Dominion of Blackpool Cork City
Lots of Chat, Pizza, Big Tumbler Glasses of Sauvigon Blanc White Wine
Sky Remote and Desperate Scousewives
“When myself and my sister watch Desperate Scouswives”
“We do the accent all night"
“Our whole gang of friends"
Marisa's Leg had seized up.
"Is it a clot" she asked, frightened eyes gripping my face in fear.
"I don't think clots start in your ankle" I suggested. I mean I should
know, my husband is a paramedic. Well he's the ex-husband now. I've accepted it. Not really but sort of. You see I still love him. So as you can imagine I'm not really sure about divorce. I'm never going to get a photo now I thought in total dismay. I never got the photo of the Queen when she whizzed straight past me. I never got the photo with Glenda Gilson. Although that wasn’t entirely my fault. I'm jinxed, if Marisa gets a clot her dad will kill me. And I definitely won't get a photo, never mind a part in her movie. Even a small part. All hands on deck. I had to sort out this fiasco with the potential clot. Army training kicked in. We went into the nearby pub.
"Put up you're leg"
"Do you want a drink, a refreshment" I asked. I was very frightened.
"Tomatoe Juice" I heard a voice, a small voice. Ok, things
might be ok.
Thankfully things were ok. No clot, we emerged from the pub.
The Irish Skies were being horrible. They were dancing down hailstones and lashings of rain. Another few miles.
The rain lashed down. We kept walking. That night I was at home. I got the photo. We raised awareness. I'm not sure if I got a part. Yet it was most certainly a St. Paddy's day to go down in my books.
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