Dear cold, cruel world,

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I want to hate you but I can’t. You give us life, then throw us into the pit of despair with life events so devastating we cannot even function. Disasters that hit us like a stun gun, leave us shellshocked and wondering how we can make it through and live again.

We dig deep and fight through it

We fail, pray, cry, scream ...  read more

Letter to that child still struggling with addiction

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Dear Addiction Sufferer,

I want you to know that even though you are struggling, maybe even using, you are loved. That last time you relapsed, you think you saw disappointment on our faces.

But that’s not what that emotion was. It was not disappointment.

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Suffering from depression. Addicted to pornography

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From Anne Moss: Jason is in his early 20s and is from Chicago. He and I were emailing back and forth for a few weeks earlier this year. I emailed him recently to follow up and see how he was doing since I’d not heard from him in a while. The first time he wrote me, ...  read more

It’s messages like these that keep me going

Picture courtesy of my brother Gene from whose Facebook page I snagged it

You all have no idea how deeply appreciative and honored I am that you share your stories and messages with me. All of you inspire me. Becca, you’ve inspired me. Thank you –Anne Moss

Dear Mrs. Rogers-

I had no idea how to start this e-mail as I feel like I’m writing a lifelong friend, ...  read more

A letter to my younger self

Dear Anne Moss,

I want to write you from a position of wisdom. First, I don’t want you to beat yourself up for making the choice of staying at home with your boys.

I know you struggled with the decision. You gave up income, your creative outlet, and your ambition. But from where I sit, ...  read more

Grief writes me a love letter

Dear Anne Moss,

I didn’t mean to hurt you. I numbed you at first because I had to protect you. One can take only so much pain and agony at once.

I watched you in your agonizing moments knowing that these would be building blocks to emotional healing. You suffered under my weight and tried unsuccessfully to lift it yourself when you got tired of it. But I do have a mind of my own and just when you thought you couldn’t take another minute, the weight would lift.

At first, you thought getting better meant getting past me. But then you learned that it was about incorporating me into your life in a way we could live together.

I will never go away because I represent the love you have for your child. I am that reminder that he lived and loved you. I hope you understand I’m not the nasty, bad thing people make me out to be. I’m not something people should avoid or be ashamed of. I’m not a “weakness.” Quite frankly, I don’t know where that comes from.

As you travel the path to emotional healing, I will inspire you to do things you would never have done. Meet people you would have never met. Help you become someone you never knew you could become.

I can make you feel like you can accomplish almost anything. You’ll be stronger for having had me in your life. I make life matter more.

I am sorry loss has to hurt so much but the path to joy is often through intense pain.

Remember, I didn’t take away your loved one. I’m the one that reminds you he lived.

I’m part of life. But most of all, I am love.

Yours Truly and Always in your Heart,

Grief

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I am so sorry

Stigma writes me a letter

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Photo credit. youmatter.suicidepreventionlifeline.org

Hi Anne Moss,

I hear you are fighting me. So how’s that going? Sort of like taking salt out of the ocean by the teaspoon, isn’t it?

I admire that you have the audacity to take me on. People are so set in their ways, so invested in their fundamental black and white belief system, I won’t fall easily.

Denial is part of my charm, judgment so crucial to my success and shame is where I thrive. I flourish in an environment where people react only to the latest crisis and then forget it two weeks later. This culture is perfect for me!

People will hold onto “no way it will happen to me,” with everything they have. Until they lose someone they love. Until it hits them in the face like a train wreck. In fact, thanks to me, that opiate epidemic has been able to seep insidiously into our culture and take the lives of tens of thousands. Suicide rates have tripled since 1999!

Why hasn’t anyone invested in solutions?  Because I make it so easy to turn your head and I give you an excuse to be apathetic. So easy to write it off as bad parenting or weakness or character. Compassion cannot thrive in an environment where there is no understanding. I block all of that and more.

Parents are still oblivious. Not my kid! Most of those drug events people have are so sparsely attended, you’d think you were presenting on the topic of retreading tires. All of that is my doing.

And the events for suicide? Not unless someone has just died do they even think about venturing out. Way too busy to talk about death! Yuk. There is pasta to eat and craft beer to drink. Can’t worry about someone who was feeling selfish, right?  I have the ability to keep that belief system cemented in their minds. You think you can undo all that?

This addiction disease is so bad, people are selling their kids into human trafficking to buy more heroin. Kids as young as 10 dying of overdose. Parents losing 3 or more children to addiction. Teens taking one single pill for the first time in their lives and dying on the spot. Yet, most still say it’s the result of bad parenting, poor choices, and insatiable thirst for partying. All thanks to me.

I’m not outa style yet! I am in vogue, baby. This is as good as a witch hunt and I thought I rocked back then! Best of luck lady. You have a looooong way to go.

Sincerely,

Stigma

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Dear Heroin, I F-ing HATE you!

Dear Charles from Julie

I know you will never receive this but I hope you see this from heaven. Your loss has impacted me tremendously.

I’m sitting here crying because I once too, actually numerous times, thought about and tried to take my life. But I never thoroughly thought of all of the aftermath, or the pain it would have brought upon everyone who loves you.

I remember when we were just in middle school. You were one of my best friends including Jacob, Sam, Lexi, Vania, and Samantha.

We went to the movies and I remember you stood up for us when another group of kids were being rude in the theaters. He punched you right in the face and you just took it. The cops came, and we ended up going home.

I remember my birthday party when we went to chuck e cheeses and blasted the music all singing in the car on the way home and singing karaoke and eating all the food my mom made us.

I remember we went to kings dominion and spent all day riding roller coasters and having such a good time. You, Sam, and Jacob would always ride your bikes from your neighborhood all the way to summer lake to see us.

We lost touch over the years after you were sent away to another high school. We still talked now and then and you used to tell me when you would be coming back to chesterfield but, I never made that time to see you and I feel extremely regretful for that.

Charles, you were such a goof ball and continuously spread smiles and kept me laughing. I am so thankful for you bringing such happiness into my life. It really is unfortunate that we are all left in this world missing you.

If I only knew you were struggling so much to the point you would take your life. If only I even knew how bad your drug addiction was. I would have been there for you like I should have.

It could have been me taking my life. I was so weak, and you have made me stronger.

Thank you, I miss you, and I love you Charles. We all do.

Love, Julie

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The letter from heaven I wish I would get

Sometimes it still doesn’t seem real to me that he’s gone

Tattoo in memory of Charles Aubrey Rogers who went by the name Reezin the Revolutionary as an artist

By Daniel Latham

Is am not normally one for long, emotional posts but there’s a lot on my mind when it comes to this. It’s been just over a year and a half since we lost Charles.

Sometimes it still doesn’t seem real to me that he’s gone. Someone with so much life, so many jokes, and so many positive things to offer is just gone. Charles was one of my best friends…I have memories from over the years with him that I wouldn’t trade for anything.

He was the funniest person I had ever met and I’ll never forget his ability to find humor in any situation and light up a room from making people laugh.

When it comes to the tattoo, Charles was so proud of his work when it came to putting music out there and rapping. Anyone who heard him freestyle, listened to the music he produced or simply read his notebook knows how much talent he had.

I got this tattoo not only to honor Charles but also to serve as a reminder to find something that I’m as passionate about in life like Charles was with music.

I know wherever you are right now, you’re putting on one hell of a show. Fly high Reezin’ the Revolutionary.

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