I wrote this Sun­day as a Face­book note. Most of the folks who read this blog know me in real life, too, but the Spousal Unit requested I post it here any­way. Here it is, only slightly edited, mostly to delete names, even though I know it would be rel­a­tively sim­ple to fig­ure out identities […]

Only Decem­ber to go to fin­ish the year out!  Hooray!  I seri­ously hate this year.  2009 has been the suck­fest of all my life. Oh, I know there may be worse times to come, but I don’t want to imag­ine it.  I’m so sick of the hol­i­days already, with all the […]

Not super talky tonight in gen­eral.  I’ve been a bit blue today, because it’s not really all that weird to hate good­byes.  My vis­i­tors are off to their Thanks­giv­ing vaca­tion, and I’ve already been miss­ing them some­thing fierce.

To top off the blue feel­ing, I just watched a video for sur­vivors of sui­cide.  My brother […]

Tomor­row, prob­a­bly a mil­lion peo­ple will be writ­ing the word “LOVE” on their arms. To Write Love On Her Arms is a move­ment that started in 2006, in an effort to help a sui­ci­dal girl who had been turned out of a treat­ment cen­ter because she was too high […]

The Out of the Dark­ness Walk was a huge suc­cess in terms of turnout and money raised. Per­son­ally, I cried my head off. I cry eas­ily any­way, but I felt ter­ri­ble about it as every­one else seemed to have a smi­ley face.  Out of all those peo­ple, almost all of them were walk­ing because someone […]

This Sun­day, the Birm­ing­ham chap­ter of the Amer­i­can Foun­da­tion for Sui­cide Pre­ven­tion (AFSP) is host­ing a walk in Heard­mont Park, on 119.  It starts at 3:00.  So far, there are 369 reg­is­tered par­tic­i­pants, but I’ve not even reg­is­tered yet.  I’m sure there will be more.

There are many pur­poses for […]

Last night, I went to the Sur­vivors of Sui­cide group for the third time.  It sucked.   It’s been a rough cou­ple of weeks, and I needed to go.  I needed to talk about things, but when I got there, I found myself unable to artic­u­late anything.

What the hell is there to say?  My brother […]

A new friend of mine, Becky Santo, who I met through my brother’s sui­cide is going through a ter­ri­bly hard time right now. Her son died the same way last year.  I’ve been sur­prised how you form fast bonds in a sit­u­a­tion like this, because the level of open­ness it takes to dis­cuss the pain […]

I really did mean all of that I said about need­ing to keep writ­ing. How­ever, I’ve been very adamant about keep­ing myself too busy to sit down and take the time to write at the com­puter.  If I have been at the com­puter, I’ve only been on to goof off and try to escape for […]

This blog title has been in my “drafts” folder for a month now, so I guess I’ll just write on it and get it out of the way.  I was work­ing on it that Wednes­day morn­ing, four weeks ago today, when I took a short break from writ­ing to clear my head.  Every time I’ve […]