I woke up. I made breakfast. I asked for help.
The day before I tried to end my life I wrote that my children, stories, and music were what kept me going.
Topic: suicide prevention
The day before I tried to end my life I wrote that my children, stories, and music were what kept me going.
700,000 people die by suicide globally each year. It is an epidemic. We want to change the numbers. We want another day with you.
Your story isn't finished—but you have to make the choice to keep writing it.
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How do we hold onto hope, when everything seems bleak?
I made this for you, friend. I hope it reminds you that no moments are worthless.
We can’t control what someone else feels or believes. But we can show up. We can choose to care. We can keep showing up.
There’s no way to deny it—this year is different. As we welcome May and Mental Health Month, we’re not only addressing the very thing our work centers on, but there’s also talk about a pandemic, an uncertain future, and physical distancing.
Despite all the light that’s surrounding me, inside I feel dark.
Being alive is not something to feel ashamed of.
In the wake of his suicide, I became suicidal, a common side-effect of surviving a suicide.
It is our hope that the effects of the night will be felt for quite some time.
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