Every September 21, I wonder where my notes went. The secrets they held, the deathbed confessions, the pain I was finally releasing. It was all on paper. But they are gone, and I am here, unsuccessful in my attempt to die.
I want to hold your hand in silence. I want to scream at the world with you and rub your back as you weep. We both know your strong, we both know you can push past this; and if you need me to remind you of this I always will.
Many people view suicide as a selfish act and I can see that. I've been married 39 years, am a mother of three and grandmother of two. We're a close knit family and I'm sure my death would have a huge impact on my loved ones.
By accessing and sharing the essential information that is readily available on suicide, we can all do our part to help people get the help they need when they need it. We can end the stigma and help save lives from senselessly being lost to suicide.
Keep fighting for that life of yours, yes you still struggle with depression till this day, but you are operating as your best self. You are healing. You are thriving. You are living in light, not being ashamed of your identity or hiding yourself from the world.
I tried to make sense of it, to find meaning in it all. I was unsuccessful. The only thing I could do was accept it and share her story with the world. My words today are a statement of love in memory of such a magnificent woman.
In the months after the 9/11 attacks, most Americans felt that the threats we faced from terrorists were limitless. Anything seemed possible if al-Qaeda militants could enter our country, learn to fly airplanes, and then crash commercial flights into the World Trade Center and Pentagon.