It’s All Worth Living For
What was it, I wonder, that was so special about that particular road trip? The one where you filmed the trees passing by through a window smudged with fingerprints and morning dew?
What was it, I wonder, that was so special about that particular road trip? The one where you filmed the trees passing by through a window smudged with fingerprints and morning dew?
You call and wait to be connected, and after that minute or so wait, you speak to an elder Black woman, elder because you can hear the age and timbre of her experienced voice, and hear her breath while you cry and sob and weep in public...
Just over a year ago, I was hospitalized because I was going to kill myself. My depression and anxiety had gotten so bad that I was convinced that my death was the best solution...
September 10 is World Suicide Prevention Day. It's also the start of National Suicide Prevention Week here in the United States.
This is where I must accept that the therapist needs a therapist.
I wish I could go back to the moment I relapsed this year and tell myself the same thing Sam told me: “Slow down and breathe for a minute.”
Although they saw it as just a skit, it was my life. My struggle.
Starting over means that you got up off the ground, dusted off your hands, and put yourself back on the path to where you want to go.
I approached my family doctor and for the first time I told her that my body was fine, but my mind was sick.
Sometimes I wonder still what would have happened if my mother and I had opened up to each other there in the kitchen. Could we have saved each other?
I totally get it. Anxiety sucks. Anxiety has the tendency to rob us of potentially rewarding moments in our lives.
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