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.
One myth that continues to circulate around many faith traditions is that suicide is a sin. But I can state as a professional and I can testify as a person of faith that it is not a sin but a symptom. It is the fatal symptom of some mental health conditions.