Console Walk and Talk

On Saturday the 14th of September to mark world suicide prevention day/week Console held a Walk and Talk event in the Phionex Park. As we (Label Jars Not People)are working with Console this year to raise some much needed funds we were on site to lend a hand where needed. As suggested in the name this event was to encourage people to talk as talking is a key element to positive mental health. The walk/ run began at 10 am with many budding walkers and runners lining up at the starting line ready to take on this challenge in order to make a difference, get people talking and raise some much needed funds for Console. With the weather truing out to be dry and sunny people turned up without delay to take advantage of the good weather all the while supporting this amazing cause.

This year from August 2013 to July 2014, our chosen charity is Console: the National charity for suicide prevention. We have chosen this charity as it is such a prominent charity in mental health awareness in this country, and one that we believe is worth helping. Console was set up in 2002 by Paul Kelly a Celbridge local after he experienced the death of his young sister through suicide. Through his loss, Paul recognised a need for a dedicated Suicide Prevention, Intervention and Postvention Service here in Ireland.  Since then Console has developed into a National Organisation supporting people in Suicidal Crisis and those Bereaved by Suicide through Professional Counselling, Support and Helpline Services. 


A great day was had by all. It was nice to be so welcomed by the members of Console who were grateful for the help but we were grateful to be aloud help. We met some familiar faces and met some new faces which was great. It was a nice day and despite a cold and early start it was enjoyed by all members of the Label Jars Not People team in attendance. We would like to thank the members of Console for inviting us to come along and being so friendly and welcoming.

Nicola and myself from Label Jars Not People

Myself, Louise and Nicola with the CEO/Founder of Console Paul Kelly and Console staff member Ciaran.

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