Living for Two
I questioned my existence, thinking that if my little brother—the brightest and most loving soul I had ever known—couldn’t find happiness, then why should I?
Topic: suicide loss
I questioned my existence, thinking that if my little brother—the brightest and most loving soul I had ever known—couldn’t find happiness, then why should I?
This is both a plea and a call to action.
What if as a society we replaced all the gut-wrenching and isolating words like stigma and its synonyms with their antonyms?
We need to embrace the suck and allow ourselves to sit in all the feels.
Losing someone to suicide is traumatic.
The moment of intervention should not be a moment at all, but a collection of moments.
I didn’t want to leave Liza behind, but I desperately wanted to be happy again. The old me was gone, though.
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.
I lost my son to suicide. Then, I lost the necklace I got to remember him.
Hope is powerful and necessary but sometimes that’s not how the story ends. Sometimes, your sister dies and you just have to keep living without her.
I want to be angry at a disease, a car accident, something.
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