We are, those of us with long-term mental illness, constantly fighting a battle with ourselves, but it should not be a battle of anger or aggression. Our weapons are kindness and compassion and most of all, awareness. We must be peaceful warriors.

A shift

It’s been a broken week. I’ve just. Shut. Down. Ever since my son’s suicide attempt four years ago, I have really kind of hated the month of December. But then, I woke up earlier than normal today and just felt different. Something has shifted. I don’t know what it was. Read more…


Yesterday was the 4th anniversary of my son’s suicide attempt. Always a rough day. This year is even harder since my other children now live in Oregon. I have no family living in the desert with me anymore. Thankfully I have the biggest, best circle of friends I have ever Read more…