personal-essays

I’m not arguing that we suddenly ignore everybody and avoid human interaction at all costs. I’m simply proposing that when we do have a reason to ignore somebody, we should feel entitled to do so without any guilt bound to it.

Why isn’t my “enough” good enough for everyone else?

All my hard work had vanished because a man could not control himself. Because a man could not take no for an answer. 

I may never accept Al’s death, but I can live my life fully and raise awareness about mental health. Suicide doesn’t have to be the only option. There are people who care, and they will make the time to listen.

Perhaps if all of these pathways to recovery existed back in 1999, I would have gotten help earlier, before I hit the point of repeatedly falling down and getting black eyes. 

Why is he wasting his time with me when he could be with someone who has a bigger bed and a Costco membership?