What Happened to Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist?

That’s a great question. For the last few weeks, Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist has been silent on social media. It’s odd because she typically shares empowering posts every day, and publishes a blog post roughly once a week. However, for weeks her social media presence has been… absent.

So where did Marlene go? Why would she suddenly with no warning stop posting? Why did Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist go silent?

Simple. Facebook locked her account.

If you follow me on social media you know that my motto is “I.U.S.E. people. Inspire. Uplift. Support. Encourage/Empower.” That’s my standard for all my posts. They have to fall into one of those categories. And even when I write one of my venting posts, I warn you that I’m venting, and still try to find a way to make it empowering at least by the end.

Apparently Facebook is unaware of my intentions, as “they” started to flag random posts warning me for being inappropriate. Posts that said things like, “You deserve to be happy,” were getting taken down for going “against community standards.” Posts that could in no way be misconstrued as inappropriate—that I shared with my audience after being flagged and everyone commented on how confused on why I was being reprimanded. Then, on January 13, 2023, when I went to do my usual scrolling, I was met with the words, “Marlene, we locked your account. We take this step to keep your account safe when we detect unusual activity…. To protect you, your profile is not visible to people on Facebook and you can’t use your account.”

Apparently, the frequently mentioned “algorithms” (computerized processes and protocols programmed to decide if human posts are appropriate for social media) have chosen to incorrectly flag, block, and “jail” certain positive accounts for non-offenses—while spammers, hackers, and purveyors of hate, violence, and pornography get to post freely. I was pissed, and really sad.

The blocked me from doing what I love to do. It brings me joy to share uplifting content. It brings me peace to check on people when I read between the lines of their posts and wonder if they are truly okay. It makes me smile to share songs and stories and personal development practices with my friends via Messenger. I was blocked from from connecting in my way and that hurt.

I have friends all over the world who I connect with primarily via Messenger. it was just weeks prior that one of my business coach friends cautioned me about using Facebook exclusively for my business. She warned that I could lose all my contacts if the algorithm ever boxed me out. She was right. (I should’ve listened to her, but I hate email. Ewww!) I actually requested a download of all my content after her warning, but I didn’t follow up and make sure I received it. I didn’t make it urgent, because I didn’t see this coming…. well not so soon. (FYI – If you choose to do request your content, make sure you go back to download it. They don’t just email it to you in a huge ZIP file. You have to download it from Facebook within a certain time period after they tell you your files are ready or you have to make the request all over again. I digress.)

Like I said, they’ve been flagging me for non-offenses on and off for a while. That was annoying. When they put me on probation from running ads because I refused to show them my government ID, I waited them out. When they fully blocked me from running ads because I didn’t resolve the issue in a timely manner, I let that go. But when they not only locked me out of my account, but made my page invisible so people couldn’t even visit and check out old content, that hurt.

Honestly, it took me out emotionally for the first week and a half or so. I have old classmates and international friends that I connect with exclusively via Messenger. I have people I regularly check on because I know they’re going through hard times. I coach people via Messenger. My gratitude partner and I connect daily before bed to share what we’re grateful for each day. As an introvert, social media is my social life. I don’t go out. I spend quality time with my daughter, go grocery shopping, and buy gas so I can do it all over again.

Getting shut down by Facebook made me a legit recluse. I was devastated. I couldn’t even create content. I was coming off of one of the toughest years of my life and I just couldn’t take another blow. I couldn’t just keep going like usual. I had to sit and process life, slow down, and make peace with what happened….

So that’s where I’ve been. I took a woosah. Honestly, I still haven’t unlocked my account. They want me to show ID and all that and I don’t want to, but that’s the only way to unlock it, and I don’t want to lose all my connections…. Facebook hasn’t provided any specific reasons for locking my account, but one interesting thing a friend noted is that, including me, she knows only three people who’ve had locked accounts. All three are empowering, Black female coaches.

Now, let’s get to the empowerment….

Two core beliefs I’ve adopted over the last few years, are “things happens for me, not to me,” and “all things work together for good.” These beliefs have helped me navigate this time. Although it’s been hard not being able to connect in the ways I’m used to, I chose to look for the blessings in this situation. And it’s pushed me to grow and evolve. As much as I don’t enjoy email, maybe I will find a way to maintain my audience with a low maintenance email list. I know for sure, I’m gathering contact info for the people I don’t want to accidentally lose again.

I learned from this. No outside entity should be able to shut down my work and my whole network with one unexpected move. This irritating experience has helped me to recognize a problem in my current setup that I need to rectify immediately. Sometimes unexpected calamities help us make better choices moving forward. Some people say to make lemonade from lemons. I choose to look for the blessings in every situation.

When life throws us challenges, it’s normal, and natural, to have human reactions. Some things take us a while to overcome, while others may take a lifetime. For me, I find it empowering to give myself a minute to process, then I look for the blessings. That habit didn’t come easy. It’s a practice. I really struggled with being grateful and positive when it came to my own life. I can easily find the silver lining in other people’s situations. This is how my daily gratitude practice began. My friend and I decided that we would start small, and find just one thing in our entire day to be grateful for and share it with each other. We’ve been doing it for years, now. That small practice got me in the habit of looking for blessings in my day.

So now, when things go wrong, I have my human reactions, then, I pause and look for the blessings. It doesn’t matter what the situation is. I still look for the blessings. When the toxic relationship with my ex ended, I wasn’t excited. I was hurt. I thought we’d be together forever. After a few days of processing, it still hurt, but I began to see how much worse our relationship would’ve gotten over time. And I realized I was blessed it was over. I still had hurt to process, but it was a blessing to know I was free. When my Mom got really sick—and I mean, ICU “Is she going to make it?” sick—I was confused and devastated. Then, I was grateful for my friend who advised me to call the ambulance. I was grateful for the kind nurses who treated her respectfully, and treated us with kindness. I was grateful for the bouquet of artificial flowers I made for her that brought her so much joy (since real flowers aren’t allowed in the Intensive Care Unit of many hospitals). And when my dear friend was tragically killed and her kids went to live with their dad, it took me a while to find blessings. However, in time I heard stories of their faith and positivity, and how they made peace with her passing, on a level that still baffles me. Their serenity, despite all that was going on, blessed me….

Life can throw us some unexpected blows, and we get to feel how we feel. We get to process. And then, we get to look for the blessings.

Blessings!
(See. Found some already. 😂)

Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist

*** In an upcoming post, I’ll share another blessing of this season of social media silence.***

Positive Expectations

Can I tell you a secret?

Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist is a closet pessimist. I know! Gasp! Okay, that might not be the full truth. I believe in the possibilities for everyone… except myself.

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I unfortunately gained a lot of…. conditioning over my lifetime to not believe that good things happen for me. I can believe for everyone, with ease. I can celebrate other people’s great fortune, with sincerity. I can see it for them and say, “Girl, you deserve that.” But if the same opportunities came to me, I’d say, “Man, I’m grateful and so blessed.” But the words, “I deserve it,” whew, those are hard words to say.

I was conditioned to believe that I only deserve what I worked hard for, and not just any kind of working hard. I had to work hard for it in specific ways…. like at a government job that pays a pension and benefits… at a job where you sweat and get your nails dirty…. in a high level position that you could only get by having a doctorate and decades of seniority.

I am shifting my beliefs this year because that crap has held me back because I am naturally driven toward purpose and ease. I don’t like doing anything that makes me sweat…. or get dirt under my finger nails. I hate working in an office setting, cubicles make me want to gag, and having someone dictate my schedule sends me running for the hills. I have too many ideas of my own to be someone’s employee. I’m just not wired that way. I have only once in my life worked for someone else more than 6 months. I just can’t. Ewww.

I had some real talks with myself over the last few days entering this year. And I have to let it be okay to not do it the way I was taught. I need both feet in entrepreneurship, and I have to believe I can succeed at it. It’s predestined. I need to let that be okay. I need to release people from their positions in my mind as more knowledgeable than me about how my life is to work. It’s time for me to take the top seat and allow guidance to fully guide me without the second thought.

I get to remove the beliefs about what other say will bring me success and follow my internal guidance. And you know what my internal guidance just reminded me? I looked up and saw these words on my wall, “Start expecting things to get better.” It’s such a simple statement, but it means so much more to me.

I get to let go of the beliefs that I can only succeed one way. I get to let go of the beliefs that, “Yeah, that worked for them because….” I get to say, “I don’t care if it offends you that I’ve got so much favor that when I want something I get it without having to work hard for it.” If I simply just drop that last belief—which I fully intend to this year—my whole life will be different.

I learned early in life that people don’t like it when you get preferential treatment. Teachers were nice to me, because I didn’t get in trouble. Classmates don’t like the “teacher’s pet.” I was just trying to avoid getting in trouble at home. But with each success, award, honor roll acknowledgment, and “Marlene, you’re in charge. Let me know if anyone’s talking,” I quickly learned that it’s not okay to have favor. When things are going better for you than those around you, people are jealous, offended, and mean.

All I’ve ever wanted was for people to like me, to treat me nicely, and see me as a good person. I spent my whole life doing all I could to ensure that was the case…. including batting away favorable opportunities and predestined blessings because I didn’t want to lose love. I didn’t want to be mistreated. I didn’t want people to say, “You don’t deserve that. I worked hard for it, and you didn’t.”

One of the most hurtful experiences of my life was when I graduated third and my best friend graduated 2nd. She was going to be the salutatorian (wow, shockingly I spelled that right), and I was so happy for her! I was doubly happy because we got to sit next to each other on stage. She, on the other hand, was not happy at all. She didn’t even want to speak to me when she found out. She was upset because she worked so hard to be second, and I didn’t even go up to look at the top 10 list because I was CERTAIN I wasn’t on it. I didn’t put forth any effort in school. I barely did homework. She would remind me every time tests were coming up or big projects were due. I would throw things together last minute and cram for tests the night before. She, on the other hand, did every assignment perfectly, studied all the time (even when there wasn’t a test coming), she did her homework, and probably extra credit. So when the announcement came, she was pissed that I came right behind her. She knew I didn’t try. That was hard for her to process.

After the fact, it was hard for me to process that my friend was unhappy for me. That accidentally succeeding could cause my dearest friend to be upset. I hated that feeling. And I’ve experienced that feeling so many times throughout my life. I think I decided at some point that it hurt to much to receive because people get mad when I get blessed….

Well…. those days are over. 😂 I’ve suffered long enough. Let ’em cry. I’m coming for all that’s mine and I’m telling you now, I have no intentions of working hard for any of it. I’m putting aligned actions, guidance, and intuition to work for me. Y’all just get ready for things to get reeeeeal good for me. Cheer with me or unfollow me…. or whatever works for you.

I’ve declared for myself that 2023 is “the year of miracles.” I’m allowing it all in. #sorrynotsorry Happy New Year!

Much love to you and thank you so much for your support and for reading my long blog posts. I just have to share it the way it flows through me. Bless you and yours!

Let’s expect it to get real good. 🌼

Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist

Co-Founder of SISTAMoms

Author/Designer/Illustrator I’m Proud to Be Natural Me!

Owner/Publisher/Author MDillon Designs & Publishing

#Udemy instructor of HealingOurFamilies: Healing the Parent-Child Relationship Check out the rest of my website to learn more about me. #linkinbio#sistamoms#Proud2BNaturalMe#talktomeandsee

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What if Playing Small is a Trauma Response?

I see so many posts saying, “Stop playing small,” as if people who aren’t showing up fully in their power are eagerly choosing a smaller life. 🙄 As someone who has been “living small” as a result of many disempowering beliefs, I thought it might be helpful to provide some perspective. It may prove eye-opening for people like me who are the last to volunteer for leadership roles, and for those who eagerly “step up to the plate.”

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From birth though the toddler years, we are typically very confident and feel we have a right to everything our soul desires. We’ll grab and take and cry for what we want until someone does our bidding. However, as we get older there many opportunities for us to learn that the world does not revolve around us, that people will not applaud everything we do, and that we can get in trouble for not following the rules everyone else seems to know.

These lessons can shift us from being naturally empowered, confident beings. Depending on the severity of the lessons, we may learn that it is not always safe to show up fully in our power.

This is why I believe “playing small” is a trauma response. I know that term is often overused, but it is true. If at some point in our lives (likely childhood) we were taught (directly or subliminally) that we don’t get to show up fully in our power, or that it’s not safe, we can develop a habit of choosing to take a back seat.

If you eagerly went out for the lead role in the school play, and not only did you not get the part, your classmates laughed at you for even considering yourself worthy to audition, it might leave a lesson in your mind that you don’t have the right to step into big roles. If you are the youngest of your siblings, and were constantly told “you’re not big enough” or “that’s too big for you” or “you’re too little,” you may still be holding that lesson in your mind and it will cause you to hold back and feel unworthy to step into bigger opportunities… until you address it. If your science project presentation in middle school went horribly, so horribly that even the teacher was giggling, you may have trouble speaking up in meetings at work. We often don’t realize that events in childhood, or at other significant intersections in life, are the reasons we don’t step fully into who we are meant to be.

Many, who don’t deal with these problems, can be less compassionate and say things like, “Oh, get over it. You’re grown, now. Let that go.” But for the mind, it’s not always that simple. We do the bulk of our learning between 0 and 7 years old. Then we spend the rest of our lives proving those lessons right. If you learned what a dog was at 2 years old and spent your entire life seeing dogs, and hearing people call these animals dogs, and noticing the difference between dogs and other animals, no one can come to you at 37 and tell you a dog is actually a cat. You’ve spent over 30 years solidifying that belief. The same goes for hard wired beliefs about who we are, what’s possible for us, and what we believe about how life works. We’ve been solidifying those beliefs for a long time.

However, if someone provides us with convincing evidence that what we believed is completely false, it’s possible to shift beliefs. We have to go back and override the lesson we received way back when. This is why I love inner child work. It may feel a little weird, but it is actually very effective. We can go back to those moments in our childhood where we learned a lesson that is not serving us, and reteach our inner child the new lesson. We don’t have to wait another 35 years to condition ourselves into a new belief. We can use the power of our imaginative mind, visualize having a conversation with our 6 year old self, explain the new lesson, and choose from that point forward to only affirm the new truth! Inner child work is fascinating.

When we use the term “trauma response,” people often think it’s too extreme. Trauma isn’t just a major death, abuse, a car accident, etc. To the mind #trauma can simply be the moment that what you once believed was dramatically shifted to another belief—possibly because of the actions or words of someone else. For the mind, traumatic moments are often simply the events that forever change the way we view a person, place, thing, or situation.

It is often through introspection—going back and healing these moments—that we find peace to move forward fully in our power. Inner child work is one of my favorite tools for #healing old beliefs, and figuring out what is holding us back. I highly recommend it, and if you need help with it, consider booking me for a 15-minute Empowerment Coaching Chat (Reach out to me on Facebook.) I hope this explanation has been helpful for you.

Blessings!

Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist

Co-Founder of SISTAMoms with Yvonne Monique Livingston LLC

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A Suicide Prevention Plan

I must admit, I didn’t want to write this post. Each time I approached it, I got too emotional. But, just as with any of my other posts, this is not about me. I never know who may be touched by my words. I openly share my experiences, with the hope that at least one person—and hopefully more—will find support, encouragement, guidance, acceptance, or just the sense that you’re not alone….

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And before we go on, let me tell you, regardless of how lonely you may feel, “You are not alone.” The older I get the more opportunities I have to see that there are so many others who feel as I feel, who’ve been hurt as I’ve been hurt, who understand the isolation I experience. I pray that if you feel alone, as I have so many times (and still do, more often than not), that you will stick around and give life the opportunity to show you that there is a tribe that gets you. There are others who understand and can relate to the effed up stuff you’ve experienced. You can be loved as you are, and supported…. All these things are new discoveries for me, so I’m glad that I chose life on the many days that giving up felt like my only option.

Trigger warning: #suicide

By now, most people have heard of the devastating news about Twitch. I hesitated to write this post because I didn’t want to seem like another person jumping on social media to talk about this to capitalize on this tremendous loss. I refused to take his death as an opportunity to ride the wave of a trending topic. A Black man is dead, his wife is a widow, his children are fatherless, and his loved ones and fans are devastated. Empty posts for likes at this time are heartless. I wanted to write a post of substance.….

I also hesitated to write this post because it’s an emotional trigger for me. I battled with depression (including suicidal depression) for decades. I’ve gotten one step away from taking my life several times. My family had no idea about the suicidal thoughts. Many will find out as they read this post.

I’m writing this blog post to offer some clarity regarding things I hear people say each time we receive similar jarring, devastating news about a celebrity….

“They were always uplifting everyone else.” “Just hours ago, they seemed so happy.” “We couldn’t even tell.” As someone who has MANY times, been in a horrible emotional state, but still took a call, or had a text convo, cracked a couple jokes, uplifted the person, ended the chat with a laugh, and then immediately went back to my pre-conversation depression, I can tell you that if a person doesn’t want you to know, you won’t. Pain can be compartmentalized.

“They are so selfish.” “People looked up to them.” “What about their family and their friends?” When a person is struggling with suicidal ideation (thinking about or planning #suicide), more often than not, the person’s intentions are the complete opposite of selfish. Often that person feels they are doing the world a favor. They are convinced (typically irrationally) that they are: the issue, the cause of an insolvable problem, and through their death the problem will be solved, and everyone will be “better off.” The person feels certain that there are no other viable solutions to the problem that they’ve been ruminating over. It’s not true, but in this altered state of mind the person’s access to other options is limited and they begin to see leaving as the only way out. To them, suicide is not an act of selfishness; it’s an act of desperation. And for some, they honestly believe, it’s an act of ultimate sacrifice.

When news like this hits, it’s jarring. AND we must realize that our commentary matters. In the moment, we may think that no one we know would ever be contemplating something like this. Unfortunately, there may be someone in your household who secretly is having similar thoughts right now. If they hear you commenting about incidents like this in a way that is not supportive, you can guarantee that they are not coming to you to talk. If your child, spouse, friend, or parent hears you saying, “committing suicide is so stupid and selfish,” or that “people who do that are weak,” or “What’s wrong with people? They need to go pray and stop letting the devil use them,” or all the other things people tend to say, you can guarantee that you just missed an opportunity to save the life of that loved one.

Just because you wouldn’t do it, doesn’t mean that those around you haven’t contemplated it. Unsupportive commentary by people who lack empathy creates a greater sense of isolation for those struggling with suicidal thoughts. What if your loved one saw this as an opportunity to finally tell you that they’ve been struggling with these thoughts secretly, but they heard you call the newly deceased every negative term that came to mind? They’re not going to talk to you. You just shut that door.

You may read this and say to yourself, “No one I know would do something like that,” but how many thought Twitch was going to do it? Who thought Anthony Bourdain, Ray Combs (host of Family Feud), Don Cornelius (host of Soul Train), or Robin Williams (beloved hilarious actor) would do it? We saw the video Twitch posted. He was smiling, dancing, and interacting with his family that morning!

One of the most jarring things, when we lose someone to suicide, is that we didn’t see it coming. It’s one thing when the person is constantly moping around, and “seems depressed,” but when you just spoke to the person a week ago, or saw them post on Facebook a day ago, or just shared a laugh with them an hour ago, it can flip your world upside down.

I’m writing this post for numerous reasons. The main thing is that we need to talk about it. I admit that I am uncomfortable talking about it. When people I care about tell me that they are feeling depressed or even that they don’t want to be here, I deflect. It’s too overwhelming to think that someone we love could choose to exit prematurely. And I accept that I am not helping by not being available to them. I refuse to let his death be in vain. I am seeing myself and how I can make different choices moving forward.

When people need to talk, it may be outside our comfort zone, or even our emotional capacity, but we need to figure out what we CAN do, and what IS within our capacity. Maybe we can’t be the person they call and give the details every night, but we CAN tell them we love them and help them feel wanted, liked, and appreciated. Maybe we can’t support them to come over whenever they’re feeling down, but we CAN help them Google therapists that can support them in respect to their budget. Maybe we can’t sit through all the details of why they hate their life for hours every day, but maybe we CAN afford to pay for their first few sessions with a therapist, find them a support group, or give them an hour, to vent, today.

We can tell them the truth and support how we can:

– “I don’t know how serious you are right now, but know that it would gut me, and I’d never be the same if you left this earth. I love you and I want you here.”

– “I am struggling to hold myself together right now with all that’s going on, and I hear that you’re hurting and that matters to me.”

– “I’m so grateful you told me. I’m sorry you’re struggling right now. I just want to be honest, I’m afraid to say the wrong thing. I’m not good at this, but I love you and I’m willing to try.”

– “I hate that you’re hurting right now. I really think that talking to a therapist is a great idea. Let’s see if we can find one that matches your needs because I hear that there are free therapists available through many hospitals and clinics.”

We need to focus on what we can do, rather than on what’s outside our capacity. We need to pay attention to the messages we are sending our friends and loved ones. We need to grow up and stop thinking that being sensitive to others means we can’t be free. Being free to be a jerk, should not be our top priority.

We need to pay attention to how we talk about circumstances like this when we see them on the news. We need to use these opportunities to let the people we love know that sometimes life does suck, and if they’re ever at a point where they feel life is not worth living, to let us know because we are here for them and want them around.

I reached out to a dear friend of mine, yesterday, and created a plan. I have plenty to live for and love my daughter with all I’ve got. AND I know that in the past I dealt with suicidal depression. So I reached out to my dear friend and told her that we need to have a symbol or emoji or something that lets her know that this time when I’m saying “life sucks,” it’s not just PMS. Call me immediately, or the second you can. (The emoji I chose is this 🚨 symbol.) So she knows that if I send this emoji, or use it as a reaction on a voice message, that I’m not just having a bad day. And she knows that I will never use it as a manipulation tool to get her to call me any other time. It’s not for “crying wolf.” If she sees that, she knows I’m in distress and reaching out for support. We also discussed that she may not reach out for 45 minutes as she puts her life in order to be available for me. She has a child and husband that depend on her, and a busy schedule. It’s a realistic plan. I have no intentions of leaving this earth early, AND I know that life can come with a BS combo that could knock me back into feeling hopeless. I’m not waiting ‘til I’m in that kind of state, when I’m not fully capable of asking for help, to have this conversation. I’m establishing it right now. And if you’ve ever dealt with suicidal depression or have been really depressed lately, it might be a great idea to meditate on who your safe person is, and consider having this conversation.

Know that someone can be in that level of distress in one area of their life, and still show up as expected in so many others. Just because a person doesn’t seem depressed, doesn’t mean they are not dealing with depression. I write empowering posts, and have primarily uplifting content, and I am presently dealing with moderate depression (according to my doctor who just evaluated me two days ago). If Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist can be struggling, anybody can.

I’m going to end with my story—my personal reason for sharing this. A few days before 911 I was really depressed. I had been struggling to bring in enough money to move out of a situation that was toxic. I was tired of being frustrated with my life. I called one of my closest friends and told her that I was planning to take my life that night. I told her how I was going to do it and that I was just calling her first. She blew me off and rushed me off the phone with a, “Girl, just call me tomorrow.”

When I called her, I was probably only 85% certain that I was going to do it. When she brushed me off, I was so pissed that I grabbed my paper and pen and wrote my suicide note. I wrote an extra special P.S. to ensure she was aware that how she handled that phone call solidified my decision.

I don’t remember exactly what crossed my mind that caused me to not take that drive that night. I just remember that something “told me” to reach out to my former counselor in the morning, as a last resort. I called her, and she made room in her schedule. I drove an hour and a half to see her, and thankfully she helped me make sense of my struggles. She gave me hope. She’s the reason I’m still here, today.

Not everyone will listen to that inner voice. Some people will hear those dismissive words from a loved one and let that be the nail in their coffin. I am writing to encourage you to be mindful of your words and how you deal with people who say they are depressed. Take as many opportunities as you can to let the people you love know that their presence matters. Use my words above to find ways to introduce this conversation. It is an awkward one, but I believe we’d rather deal with discomfort now, than devastation later.

I don’t have all the answers. And you could do everything right and a person could still make that choice. Please know that if you have been left behind by someone under these circumstances, that none of what I’ve said means it was your fault. The choice belongs to the person. My intention here is to help you understand ways that you and I can be supportive to the people who are still with us.

Sometimes we think people know how we feel about them, or that we are here for them, but they need to hear the words. Suicide is on the rise, and our children and seniors are the most vulnerable. We have to have these talks. We have to be more careful about how we discuss this topic. We need to let our loved ones know that we want them here.

Love, prayers, and blessings to you and yours,

Marlene Dillon Empowerment Specialist

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