11 months ago my dear, sweet, kind, and funny friend died of suicide.
it has been long and hard.
It's left us asking questions we will never know answers too.
It's left us with fear.
It's left us dreading October 4th with more might than I ever thought possible.
It's made things seem shallow and silly.
Today, September 10, is National Suicide Prevention day.
I don't really know what that means for you,
I don't fully understand what it means for me either.
However, I do know that my heart aches to fight the horrible effects of mental illness.
I know that I care deeply for those impacted by feelings of doubt and worthlessness.
I get it.
I've been there.
About a month ago, I reached out to some people to see if they would join me in fighting darkness.
This week is World Suicide Prevention week, I feel called to scream from the rooftops:
stay to hope.
stay to care.
stay to experience joy.
and stay because your story isn't over yet.
Each day for the next week, amazing young women have written posts that I can't wait to share with you. I invite you to join us in saying,