April is an up and down month for me. My birthday was yesterday as well as being Project Semicolon Day. Ironic, all things considered. I have spoken of my history with suicide both within myself and external impacts. Having these two events coinciding are symbolic to me. The image above will be my first tattoo, whenever the tat shops reopen. In a few days will be the birthday of my little brother and the end of the month will be the anniversary of his death. Thirty-seven years old and he died of an aneurysm.
Please consider donating to the National Suicide Hotline. Look up Project Semicolon and To Write Love on Her Arms. I am wearing one of my Stigma Fighters tees today. If you ever feel the need to share your story, go to their website and submit an essay on your experiences.
You are loved, I assure you, even if you haven’t yet met those people. If you are in danger, please talk to someone, anonymously if you need. There will only ever be one of you and there will never be another.
Go with love, darlings, and try to be kind to yourselves.