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, I’m telling you it will be a decision that years later, you will be glad you made. Spend as much time as you can with them. It will count and you will be so glad you have those memories of their childhood.

You think it’s so hard … 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 … Read more...

Stigma writes me a letter

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 … Read more...

Miss you Blake. Miss your sweet messages.

Blake would send me the these notes about Charles and would often comment on my posts. When you read these you’ll understand what a truly thoughtful and supportive friend he was. He was as genuine as they come. I am so sorry this opiate epidemic has taken another sweet soul.

Steven and Rowan, friends of Charles’ and Blake’s, came through Richmond on their way to the funeral.  I have so many messages from Blake. Some I don’t feel I can share because they were so personal about him. What a sweet young man. I’m broken hearted he is gone. He … Read more...

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 … Read more...

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 … Read more...

Timeboy1408 and Madeline

My name is Madeline. I’m a 19 year old girl from Massachusetts.

I sat down at a computer the other day, and suddenly I thought about a YouTube channel name that I frequented as a kid when I was 12 years old or so.

Timeboy1408. It was your son’s channel.

I remember spending many nights laughing and enjoying his videos. He got me through some really tough times. And though I never met your son, I had a huge crush on him.

Eventually he had stopped using that channel and I figured he had just quit YouTube. I mentioned … Read more...

My letter to God

Dear God,

For decades, I waited to find my purpose. I kept looking but it just didn’t happen. I had faith it would find me. I just didn’t know when. Or what.

When it did, I realized what I had to lose in order to find it. My child.

That price tag is so high and so painful. I was so mad at you. Like Charles was in his letter to you.

Then I didn’t want to accept it. His life was so short. He had so much to offer. This couldn’t be it. It can’t be real. How … Read more...

The invisible kid

From Anne Moss: This is from a young man who attempted suicide in February 2016.

It so happened my article in the Richmond Times Dispatch ran during that time and his mom read it and reached out to me. Fast forward 9 months and that suicide attempt survivor asked if he could post this on my blog.

As human beings we want to be loved and accepted. It’s a human emotion at the core of our very being. And when that doesn’t happen, despair sets in. As many as 30% of kids who attend a school, go weeks without another Read more...

The letter from heaven I wish I would get

Dear Mom,

heavensentI bet you are surprised to get this letter from me. I tried sending a dove to carry it but they are not as cooperative as you might think.

Guess what? I met John Belushi and Tupac, the rap artist. Tupac and I have been freestyling together. I am much better than he is by far. Belushi is as funny as you said he was.

I am sorry I made the exit I did. But you have my music which I hope helps you understand why I had to kill myself. In that moment, the depression and withdrawal … Read more...