suicide

some nights my tears drown me, the weight in my chest amplifies, I feel like I’ve swallowed glass and won’t ever breathe again. 

The truth is, living is a choice. It’s a choice I’ve made every day since my struggle with depression began.

Suicidal thoughts are terrifying at any age. I was only 14 when I was hospitalized. Rather than being cared for, I felt as though I was being punished for my depression.

Once she’d drifted off, I was comfortable enough to communicate the heaviness of my thoughts, knowing that she couldn’t listen. 

Living is as subconscious as breathing but as conscious as brushing my teeth. But I’d be lying if I said that, some days, I really don’t want to.

A new parity law mandating full coverage for any mental health condition is crucial to reduce structural and attitudinal barriers to care in the United States.

On top of the confusion and chaos that come from living through a pandemic, many are also experiencing loss. I personally have lost five friends in the past six months alone.

I have received a plentitude of terrible advice in my time as a Chronically Mentally Ill Person. One of my favorite (not at all appreciated) pieces of advice (that is not at all advice) is “It gets better!”

The Sleeping With Sirens’ show was definitely not chill, as the band attempted — and failed — to broach a range of serious topics through its music.

The study examined suicide rates and social media posts during hotter periods and concluded that an additional 21,000 suicides might occur in the United States and Mexico by 2050 as a result of temperature increases over the next few decades.