We hear the word terrorism and I see the word terror-ism the creating of terror for another. We can label those we deem causing it but it is wide spread when the intention is to harass, harm and create the conditions for a person to suicide.

The emotional detachment has to be investigated thoroughly.  It is to look at mental health issues that clearly are there if a group of people rape a person and then she is harassed in online bullying.  What is driving the desire to do this?  Power.  The growing powerlessness in our community through poor parenting, violent media, misogyny, inequality, unresolved disputes, detached leadership and the loss of real community enables abuses to occur.

I note the mother’s pain in this as any form of abuse affects families over their lives, for them it never goes away as they can’t get resolution.  The mother would carry the guilt and the loss for years as she is unable to accept she didn’t save her daughter.  Why was her daughter gang raped at 13 by a group of students.  What created in the mind of those students the desire to rape an innocent girl.  Can you imagine this is her first experience of sex as violence. The horror she went through as she was held down. The pain would be excruciating.  This is to experience powerlessness, no respect for one’s body, one’s life and dignity.  Often the real scars are that a person is not valued or respected.  This young girl then experienced cyber bullying where people are even more remote, reinforcing she has no worth or value, that she is alone.  That she has no future.

I understand the suicide part as I wanted to end my life around 100 times, not because I was unstable but because I felt powerless and had no support.  How to explain to a world desensitised to violence the pain that harassment and violence creates.  How to explain to those engaged in violence and stating it is defence that they know not what they do.  It is a foreign world to me.  Even when I allowed my pain to show, there was no response.  I didn’t do this for entertainment I did it to educate others hoping that they may feel something.

I am contemplating deeply what is going wrong in our world and at the same time I am working on peace.  I feel inspired to never give up on my vision of a world of respect, shared concern, conflict resolution, democracy, fairness where it would be inconceivable to harm another.  The world I live in naturally respects others. I have absolutely no desire to harm anyone or anything.  So how does nonviolence work in me?  I actually feel pain if I hurt someone.  I feel pain if I am judged as I can feel the division.  I care deeply and would listen deeply to another hurting.  It is to do with feeling. I really feel people.  Is it because I am a woman, maybe.  I am sensitive.  I don’t shut down or desensitise.  I made a mental note to not expose myself to violence on television and in truth when it comes on I have to leave the room.  I  just can’t sit through gratuitous violence and tune out.  I am horrified as I am still very aware of what is normal and what is not.  I watch what I read and sometimes I have to face the toughest issues of our world because I do not want to be naive, I am seeking to know my world in all its colours.  I have a burning passion for peace that is this light that burns within me that never leaves me.  I strive more and more to live in alignment with this loving kindness that I feel.  I have written thousand’s of blogs each one has come from love.  No matter how heavy the topic, I am informing others as I am being informed as we are ONE.  I see the essential unity of humanity but recognise that division is constantly occurring through misinformed, imbalanced and disconnected approaches to life that do not serve us.

If you do not fit the box in society it is interesting to see subtle exclusion as this is about conformity not uniqueness.  Yet I am able to walk between the lines in order to stay true to myself. I do not want to switch off like the mainstream or say ‘what’s the point!’ or believe ‘I have no power’.  I am not going to do that as I feel for this little girl.  I feel for the children.  I feel for those around the world that struggle.  I see the inequity and I ponder it.  I do not feel much in the way of anger as my life is mostly inspired. There was a point where I felt I needed a fire in the belly to motivate myself to do something, whereas today I just start writing as I feel love moving me.  It is in accordance with this sentiment that I will play my part.  My vote is for peace in our troubled world.  My desire is to bring a light into this darkness that creates the conditions for a little girl to be gang raped, bullied and for her to feel such despair that she suicides.  I wish to be with this girl, hold her hand and tell her ‘I care’ and ‘I understand’.  I know the place she was in.

Why did I not end my life?  For spiritual reasons I knew I couldn’t.  I desperately wanted to, but I couldn’t as I have to face this life and push through.  I have tears as I write this as I still feel the sadness.  I send love to this dear mother, she is in my heart and I know the daughter is in a place of love.

For those engaged in violence, there will be a point where you experience what another felt, not as a punishment but as a natural law. When we all pass over we are shown our lives. I interviewed people who died and come back and they made it clear to me a life review happens and we are shown and feel what happened in our lives, this is done to learn from a higher perspective.  This is what it means we are ONE, literally. On the other side we will know as our confusion is evident.

May our world wake up to peace as love.

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Mum’s heart-wrenching letter to daughter who took her own life

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Melbourne mum Linda Trevan lost her 15-year-old daughter Cassidy to suicide in 2015, after she was gang raped following a prolonged period of severe bullying. Here, Linda shares a heart-wrenching letter to her child.

This article contains subject matter that may be triggering. You can help Linda spread bullying awareness by sharing her Facebook page.

My darling Cassidy, it’s three years tonight. Three years since that knock on the door that was to end my world.

I ran to the front door assuming it was you arriving home from the beach where your dad had taken you for two days to try to cheer you up.

But when I opened the door it was two police officers. I was confused. They asked to come in, and then they asked me to sit down. I refused. My first thought was that you’d been in a car accident and that your dad was hurt. “Just tell me what’s happened,” I said.

“We are sorry to inform you that your daughter took her own life this afternoon”.

I just remember backing away from them with my hands over my face wailing, “no, no, no, no, nooooo”.

They helped me to a chair as my whole body started to give way at the same time as my world fell apart.

It was 8.30pm, but they told me you’d been pronounced dead at 6.10pm, although you had actually died around 4.30pm, almost 100km away from me. They said your lifeless little body would already be with the coroner. How could you be dead? How could you have been dead for four hours without me feeling it? How could I not have been with you in your final moments?

In some ways it feels like only yesterday… In other ways it seems like forever ago. But it always just feels like the emptiest, deepest, most unimaginable pain. To know that I’ll never see you again, never hug you again, never laugh with you again, never rub your little back to help soothe you to sleep again.

The day you died I feel like I died too, and that I’ve barely existed since then. I don’t know if I’ll ever really be able to create a meaningful life for myself without you. I miss you so so very much, every second of every day, and you still dominate the bulk of my daily thoughts.

Last night I lit a 55 hour candle so you can find your way home to me. Come and visit me in my dreams, please, I need to see you, to have just one more joyous moment with you.

I don’t think I’ve made it to the acceptance stage of grief yet. How can I ever accept that my precious only baby was so betrayed, so wronged, so let down by society and every professional who failed to help and protect you, both before and after what happened to you? How can I ever accept that you were so broken, so so very sad that you had to take your own life to stop your pain? The knowledge of how badly you had to suffer just kills me and always will.

I’m so so sorry that I couldn’t fix you and make it all better, like a mum should be able to, so that we could still be together today and forever.

My grief is still so incredibly overwhelming. But I have to try to stay strong so that I can keep your name and your memories alive, and continue spreading bullying awareness to try to save other lives.

Love and proudness my precious darling, my forever 15, my teen-angel, you were my dream come true my beautiful baby. I love you and miss you so very much, with every little fragment of my broken heart. You were the love of my life, an absolute joy, and It was an honour and a privilege to be your mum. I just keep having to tell myself that you are no longer in pain, and are now at peace. fly, fly, my infinite child.

I wish you could see how much love and support your story has received from all around the world. You will live on in my heart, and in the hearts of thousands all around the world, forever. xxx

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Cassidy was severely bullied in high school and gang raped by a group of students when she was 13. The family moved away from the area where it happened, but Cassidy continued to receive abuse online until the day she died, 22 months later.

Linda hopes that by sharing Cassidy’s story, young people who are being bullied will seek help by telling an adult they feel comfortable to talk to.

You can help Linda spread bullying awareness by sharing Linda’s Facebook page. Children as young as eight are taking their lives from bullying.

If you are concerned about the mental health of yourself or a loved one, seek support and information by calling Lifeline on 13 11 14, or Kids Helpline on 1800 551 800 for young people between the ages of five and 25.