Suicide Awareness Day – Make the world a better place

Dear reader,

Monday September 10th was World Wide Suicide Awareness Day. People wearing something yellow and writing love on their wrists. All to show people that they care. They care about you and your story, about how you feel. They want to make sure that you don’t feel left out, that you feel loved and beautiful. They want to show you that if something is wrong, you can talk to them, ask them for advice.

Too bad it’s all just for one day. And it’s even worse that it’s necessary.

If people just stood up for one another or if they just ask people how they’re doing every now and then… Just send some love to the people around you, even if they’re just strangers.
Go sit with the guy who’s having lunch all by himself. Stand up for that shy girl when they bully her. Give someone your attention, make sure they feel wanted.

If we’d all be a little bit nicer to each other, this day would be irrelevant. Say hello to a stranger on the street, smile when you walk past people. Because one single smile can make a different. It can lighten someone’s mood and make them feel better.

We shouldn’t have to wear yellow to send out a message to the ones that don’t like living. It’s shouldn’t be just one day out of 365 to make people aware of self-harm and suicide.

In Holland on average 4,5 people commit suicide every day. That’s a lot. And it’s not necessary. So give some love to the people around you and talk to them. Make someone’s day a little bit better by doing something nice out of the blue.

And don’t just blow this away. It’s important. You might not know how it feels to loose someone this way. But I do. I know how it feels to blame yourself for not sending enough love, or not being able to help someone, because they’re already so far gone. Nobody should have to deal with this, so make sure no more people will.

Let’s see how many lives we can change. Let’s see how many people we can save.

Much love,



Bye bye, buddy

Dear readers,

Sorry again, for not posting anything. Last time I told you my dog wasn’t doing well. He had cancer. Had. He passed away on August 21st, only a week after his seventh birthday. I wrote this on August 22nd.


Crying yourself to sleep is awful, but I did it last night. I also think it’s the first of many nights to come for a while. I had to put my dog to sleep yesterday. My buddy had cancer close to his lungs, which made it hard for him to breath, bark and eat. That’s not how the life of a dog is supposed to be. And to be honest, I saw it coming. I already thought I’d lost him a week ago.

Only a week after his seventh birthday, way too soon if you ask me. And I’m going to miss him., so so bad. I’ll miss the way his ears moved while drinking, the way he played with his towel and stray plastic bottles. The way he winked and the way he cried when he heard an ambulance. But mostly I’ll miss him when I come home and see he’s not there. I’m going to miss him getting on his chair when we told him to look after the house while we were gone. And I’m going to miss the noise he made when he saw me get off the bus after being away for a week.

He won’t be there when I come home from my week at school and he won’t be coming to me for a cuddle anymore.

I’m going to miss my buddy, but it’s better this way. No more pain and no more sickness. Peace at last.

I love you, Foufur. Bye bye baby.


You may think it’s cheesy. I don’t care. It’s how I felt at that moment and I was right. I do miss all those little things. I’m dazzled by the numerous times I expect him to walk in or hear him sigh. It’s so silent at home. So quiet. So empty.


Much love,