Mental Health · Suicide

The Bell Jar

It feels like a punch to my gut typing that because I know that no matter what I do, people will draw untrue conclusions or think of me as an attention-seeking basket-case, but let me tell you there was no attention to gain for four days straight when I climbed the stairs to a parking garage after doing traffic in the morning show and called the suicide hotline, begging for the pain to stop.

Love · Mental Health

This place was never the same again

“How long must I wait for you undone in the evening?” — Daughter It’s 1:26 a.m. on a Friday morning. I have work tomorrow, but tonight, I’m skipping the numbness. I’m not going to mindlessly watch “Real Housewives” to take me out of the negative thought vortex. I’m not going to eat ice cream just… Continue reading This place was never the same again