It would be prudent as well as a wonderful legacy to those who have lost their lives to suicide to turn our focus out of the darkness and into the light, from focusing on the details of death and disaster to our potential to provide support to those who are out there right now and need our help.
I have been depressed for so long that I simply do not know who I am not depressed. I don't remember a time in my adult life, adolescence, or childhood that I would consider myself not depressed. It is who I am.
Remember from the day we're born until the day we're buried, we don't do anything alone. Therefore, don't be afraid to disclose your struggles and ask for help. Being vulnerable to share your challenges isn't a weakness, but instead a strength. The challenge many times is convincing yourself otherwise.
World Suicide Prevention Day is September 10th, it has existesd since 2003. World Suicide Prevention Week surrounds the day starting Monday September...
Mental health problems can be isolating and crippling even for people who can pay for the best care. By making mental health care difficult to afford, we create additional, often insurmountable obstacles for people who are already struggling at the margins.
I think what I'm saying is all of these things are connected. For me, at age 37, this is maternal health. If I don't talk about these things, reflect on them, consider them as parts of me as a whole person, and as a whole parent, who will?
If you have ever posted a news link to Facebook, Twitter or Instagram, then you have participated in the social sharing ecosystem which is overtaking traditional channels as the most powerful way to distribute information.
I didn't get to meet Robin. Yet, like so many of you, I felt like I knew him. I'd had the privilege of peering into those sensitive blue eyes on TV or in the movies, and I believed that I'd plumbed the depths of his soul.
The summer of 2014 has been one for the books. As the meetings and work abound, the memories of the season will continue and will allow for this summer to continue to live on... at least until summer 2015 rolls around.
And we want to help. And we're afraid to. We're afraid of not knowing what to say. We're afraid of looking too closely into the deep and bottomless well of someone else's unhappiness, afraid of how those dark waters may beckon to us.
The sad news of beloved comic Robin William's death was followed by reports he was fighting Parkinson's disease. His widow, Susan Schneider, reveale...
Words have meaning and intent, and denial of this fact is ignorant. I believe that in the great cage match of life, enlightenment destroys ignorance, and enlightenment is my truth, my whole truth, and nothing but my truth, in whatever way I choose to illuminate the darkness of my own tightly-locked closet.
I have had relationships with two men with the surname of Williams who completed suicide -- one, my fiancé. The other, someone I never met, but for whom I felt the most sincere love and appreciation for the gut laughter he brought up in me, and billions, time and again over decades.
Regardless of the cause of death, grief is the same. One doesn't trump the other in that department. Losing a loved one, for lack of a better word, sucks. Period.
May this world continue to be blessed with fearless artists who are inspired by Robin Williams' comedy, courage, and creativity. May we pour out compassion. May we be aware of mental health and the sickness that comes with it.
As the world continues to move forward in the weeks after learning that one of its most beloved performers made his transition at his own hand; the co...