Blindsided by Suicide
To my fellow travelers: this month marks the tenth anniversary of my brother’s final decision; the incomprehensible decision to end his life. I wrote this poem three years ago and I’m sharing it now to honor my brother and to offer my heart to those experiencing...
My Heart Breaks For The Girls We Were
White wall with a thin white shelf. on the shelf sits a handmade wooden doll and to her right, handwritten text on the wall reads,“My heart breaks for the girls we were.The women we are are the girls we were.”Sara Z.
Together Alone
Mom’s on the couch, Dad’s in the den with his gin Two different worlds with a 10-foot wall in betweenHe yells out “that TV show is crap”But I love Lucy because she makes Mom laughTogether alone we live in this homeLeft to our own devicesHiding the pain inside...
Step Three Remembers
Trust is something natural, normal—a starting place of innocence. It is part of who I am. A frightened baby is a child experiencing a kind of trauma—an experience of shock or pain. It is an injury in need of healing. Reassurance is like a gentle, soothing lotion being...