Not on my watch.Nicole Cody
I was just about to go to bed the night before last, when I saw a message pop up on my screen.
I was so tired.
I’d had a run of big days and I needed an early night.
The person kept adding to their message.
I wanted to ignore it, but I also knew that whoever was writing to me was at the end of their rope and suicidal.
I knew I couldn’t ignore it, because if I did, there would be deadly consequences.
I was so tired. But I couldn’t let that happen on my watch.
I sat in front of my screen and began to type.
It must have been the moon.
Another message rolled in, from someone else.
And then another.
I busied myself between them all, listening, supporting, caring, being there for them.
I finished up about three am. After which I meditated, and then I watched the sun come up.
I caught up with Trishy for breakfast coffee yesterday, grateful for the caffeine boost to get me through a day of client appointments.
By early last night I had three messages in my inbox from the people I’d stayed up for the night before. All of them were doing better, all of them had reached out and found some help.
I felt myself go to jelly at my desk, both relieved and exhausted, and I knew that I would be asleep by 8pm. I’ve handed this post over to a team member to finish and publish for me. I need to sleep today more than I need to blog.
I know you’ll understand.
All my love, Nicole xx