So many saw them. Read them. But I never got to see his notebooks.
Some days I feel sort of left out because he didn’t share his work with me. I know why because I would have been alarmed. But he had to know I would have also been impressed.
I think he started writing
I woke up at 3:30 AM one night recently from a dream of me standing over my Dad’s casket. It seemed like it was a repeat of my Dad’s final viewing, except this time I was completely alone. The only living person that existed in this scenario
by Jill Cichowicz
“I just want to see the twins turn 40,” my Father had eerily written to my siblings when we were 38 years old.
In my heart, I knew Scott would never see 40.
But I kept that to myself for fear if I said it out loud it would come true. We just celebrated our 40th birthday on June
I didn’t know it there was a month for this but this statue definitely captures the grief of having lost a child.
The artwork above is called Melancholy by Albert György & is on display in Geneva, Switzerland. It’s pretty magnificent. Shows that hollow that never seems to be filled,
It’s good for me. That’s why I do it.
But today, I’m feeling drained and spent since I’ve been working obsessively on my book. I’m trying to decide which quotes fit which chapters and I’m wrestling with which songs to include and which ones to leave out. I think
I have noticed that my article on The Mighty,
has gotten ranked on Google for certain search terms related to suicide. And Sam left a comment above.
Sometimes they come to my site and that’s linked to that Mighty article and I imagine many go to the article directly from Google. So in other
by Paige Long
This time last year was one of the darkest parts of my life.
At the time, I was in Newport News, having landed an on-campus internship for the summer. I was learning a lot and I caught on quickly. One month earlier, I had finished my favorite college class, Mental Health Stigma and Advocacy,
I would have never thought this was possible. Especially in the early days. when my heart hurt so much I thought I would implode. But when people came by the house, helped me plan the service, helped me pack and move when I could barely put one foot in front of the other, I felt it then. That
Before we got the brown bag with the clothing Charles was wearing when he killed himself, we got the backpack you see above. I think we got it about 5 or 6 days after he died. I remember my family was still there.
Inside, there was a list of the contents. I didn’t laugh then but I laughed