So Long, Age 34! P.S. It's Okay to Ask For Help
Today is my last day as a 34 year old. I've been doing a lot of reflecting lately, and this subject has been weighing on my mind and heart. I wanted to share this personal story not to seek attention or sympathy, but to hope that I help someone who is struggling. I've been seeing a lot of news about suicides and attempted suicides which breaks my heart, and this year I became more active in suicide prevention and mental health awareness. During my 35th year of life, I hope to continue to help and be more involved. This is where I'm starting...here is my story. Please bear with me as I've written and deleted this a hundred times because I wasn't ready. This is me not holding back...and a lot of those close to me probably don't know this side of me or didn't realize how deep it ran. Here I go... I've known/lost three people to suicide, and I've known people who have lost loved ones to suicide. The hardest one for me to deal with was my fa