BY STEPHANIE JACOBS MIND RISE

Suicidal Thoughts & Longing For Peace In The Salty Escape Of The Sea

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BY STEPHANIE JACOBS

There’s a curve on the 101 near Santa Barbara that tempts me into suicide.

I’ve only ever driven it in the dark as I make my way back to LA from Santa Cruz. I leave my daughter in the forest that they call a university, and I make the lonely trek back to the City of Angels. Sometimes I think the angels are begging me to drown.

The night sets in.

The sky fading from pale blue to near white to pure black. The hum of the tires rolling across the road lulls me into melancholy.

The ache deepens as I make my way southward.

Last night, the rain was falling. Streaking the windshield. Glazing over my view. I felt the curve coming. I know when I’m near the bend. It’s in my gut, or maybe my bones, or maybe my brain. The GPS screen shines its arrival. Brown to the left, black roadway, and then blue stretched all the way to the right of the screen and beyond. The road precariously close to the ocean. One strong tug to the right, and I steer into the blue.

The sea, she moves and crashes and fades. She rises and falls. She soothes you, knowing full well she can swallow you whole.

She’s simple and vast and loud and soft. She whispers of ancient stories sunken in her depths. She screams of turmoil left behind and soon to come. She’s darkness and light and perfect peace. She begs you to love her and understands when you don’t.

And the guardrails are low. A curve taken too fast, resist gravity, flip the railing and land top up inside her. Cold water soaks clothes and chills bones. Terror seeps in the windows. Regret a distant memory that can’t quite be recalled.

The curve widens. Window cracked open enough to allow in the fishy, salty mist, begging to fill nose and throat. Tears streaming their own salty blend down cheek and chin to land on chest. Sunk in this moment. Navigating turns that ask to be ignored. An easy tug of a wheel is all it takes.

Rounding the bend, faces come to mind. Those who are young and old and in between who would taste their own salty lips should the night take such a turn.
Mind wondering about itself and its weaknesses and injuries and expectations and decisions.

Spinning wheels gripping the highway. The pull of gravity. The longing for peace.
The sea and her angels reminding of salty escape.

For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Universe Has Your Back: Transform Fear to Faith.

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"On the day of my return I swam out, went under water and raged. I allowed years of toxic, repressed anger to be fully acknowledged and properly expressed. I collected all the pieces of my exhausted inner child who escaped to the water, held her and thanked her for never fully believing she was only worth the way she was treated by others. And in doing so, I released her from her survival mode and took control of our future. It was a powerful part of my healing and restoration." — @phoenixpowerwriter . . . http://bit.ly/2o24aw1

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Stephanie Jacobs

Stephanie is a writer, photographer, and psychologist living in LA. She recently sold nearly everything and left the red of Kansas for the blue of the Pacific. Stephanie provides counseling, workshops, and will soon offer retreats in LA. Stephanie is excellent at recognizing the patterns of your life and assisting while you navigate transitions. Wondering why you ended up here? Want to create a more meaningful life? Contact Stephanie..

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