world suicide prevention day

The Hawaii-born athlete said he "spent way too long pretending, hiding, and hating who I was."
New York City's first lady, Chirlane McCray, is using the song to help spread a message of hope.
Fight for the other walking wounds who are yet to hear your bold, bright, and beautiful story. You've got this. Choose to stick around. Hang on tight. See you at the end of the tunnel.
For me, especially, seeing fatal self-harm discussed purely as a disturbing wall of figures is disheartening, perhaps because I know I am among those statistics, as a survivor, and that I could have been as a casualty.
I've been reflecting a lot about my rehearsals for my one woman show lately. I've had two or three since I last blogged, and certain themes have been coming up. One, is waiting.
As I boarded a plane for Texas, more thoughts raced through my head. I wondered why he would do something like this, and what the outcome might be.
Nobody knew what had happened: Dad didn't, nor did the police. I knew, though. My body was screaming the truth at me, great waves of horror sweeping through it. And, as hard as my body screamed, my head fought against what was utterly inconceivable.
You are so worthy of life and of living it; sometimes it just takes someone else to help you realize that. Sometimes it is the small things you do too, that help someone else realize the same thing about themselves.