suicide

Anger, Suppressing, and Why I’m Not Depressed Anymore.

Sometimes I think about those days. Those languid suicidal days that stretched into the horizon and blanketed my world as if they’d go on forever. Sometimes I think of them and I’m so glad I survived, and other times I wonder how I did. Still there are days that I wish I hadn’t. Yeah, you… read more

Suicide and Dying With No Regrets.

I’m going to do the unthinkable and talk about suicide today. Yes, that dark evasive thing called death that no one wants to talk about, much less to acknowledge or admit to, much¬†LESS around the holidays. Yes I know this is a “happy” blog, and yes I know this is not a feel good¬†subject. But… read more

His Name Was Johnny.

I met him when he was three and I was sixteen. My sister and I had traveled from our home in Ohio, to a tiny community in East Tennessee, for a wedding, and since we knew a few of his (many!) sisters, they welcomed us to stay with their family. We instantly bonded with all… read more