Suicide is Hard to Talk About
Suicidal thoughts are insidious. They penetrate and infect you to the core.
Suicidal thoughts are insidious. They penetrate and infect you to the core.
The darkness we carry feeds off our secrets—which is why we have to bring them into the light.
Hope. It’s a concept I’ve long rejected. I’ve seen it as only a setup for disappointment, only wishful thinking.
“You have to work twice as hard to be half as good.”
I watched those ten years on my recovery clock decrease back down to zero. It felt as though every bit of hard work that I’d sewn into my recovery had been undone.
From drawing and crafting to painting and writing. Art has the ability to heal us.
At 30 years of age, I was diagnosed with OCD, panic disorder, and emetophobia.
Love has no limits. It arrives free of judgment. You do not need to earn love, just like you do not need to earn your breath.
Then I cycle. I cycle into depression. A better term would be crash. I crash face first.
No one told me that I could simultaneously feel guilty for wanting to take my own life yet grateful that I didn’t.
The thing about the bad days is: I’m really good at hiding them.
Right now. What better time to thank ourselves for how far we’ve come...
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