Where’s my casserole?

The three wise men brought gold, frankincense and myrrh.

The 3 southern ladies bring a casserole, a pound cake, and a gallon of sweet tea.

From cradle to casket, we bring-we sign up and agree to menus, days, etc.

Unless it pertains to mental health.

Then we panic, we whisper, and the saddest of all- we do nothing.

A new baby can bring lasagna.

But a mental breakdown-

Picture it- a southern hot evening where you can’t buy a breeze, blackest of night, and you guessed it-nothing.

Crickets…

No card.

No call.

No church lady rotation.

My precious friend released from ICU after a suicide attempt wasn’t even welcomed back at church.

Uncomfortable silence.

Suicide is still a whisper word in 2022.

I am here to tell you, silence kills more people each year than any weapon known to man.

I am begging you to get uncomfortable with the people you love.

Don’t accept the automatic answer.

Fine. Good. I got this. -We all know someone who is bluffing.

And suffering.

Put that face in front of you.

Practice in your head, your mind, your heart and prayers.

The 3 most courageous words you may ever ask are-

Can we talk?

Over 90% of people want to help, but they don’t know how.

If you need more help, call 988.

Whatever it takes.

Then follow up-“we had a tough conversation and I wanted to stop by and see how you are doing”-

And for goodness sake, take a casserole!

You know you have a prized recipe-

If not, here is mine from “Calling All Cooks”, page 238

All my love and start cooking ladies,

Cheryl Suzette