After my friend's suicide, I realized something: We ask people to reach out. But we never explain how.
“You defer to me a lot,” he pointed out, laughing. “You’re allowed to have an opinion.”
Sometimes we forget that there's more to life than just being okay.
Emotional self-harm? It's a thing.
"Even if I did get a hobby, I wouldn't have had the ability to participate or enjoy it."
You will know what it's like to be in awe of yourself, startled but not afraid.
Being happy makes me a little crazy. And if you've ever thought you were the only one, I assure you – it's actually a really common thing.