A Complicated Death Begot Complicated Grief
I didn’t want to leave Liza behind, but I desperately wanted to be happy again. The old me was gone, though.
I didn’t want to leave Liza behind, but I desperately wanted to be happy again. The old me was gone, though.
Going to the hospital isn’t fun, but if it keeps you safe, it’s worth it.
Without connection, our souls whither. We long to be known.
You don’t deserve to be alone, and you don’t deserve to feel the pain of isolation.
It is not easy living in reality, and my mind’s ability to close the curtains on my trauma remains unmatched.
Although pain convinces us we are dying, when you confront it by feeling rather than avoiding it, you realize it is just a feeling that’s visiting.
On a national scale, an increase in violent events has impacted and is impacting the mental health of all communities.
When all feels lost, you are still worth fighting for. The help you need, the hope you're trying to feel—we want you to have the chance to find it.
Our walks together are more than moments of movement. They’re reminders that I’m alive.
I felt as though I lost control of my life so I turned to a different aspect of my body that I could control—what I was eating.
We can’t control how we feel sometimes.
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