July 10, 2025

Today was hard.

I’m not really sure what to type today, but I set out to write and publish 30 days of thoughts to give people a glimpse into the world of a survivor.

“Suicide,” “murder,” “survivor” — these are all words I never thought would be so incredibly personal and defining in my life. I remember the first time I really learned in-depth about suicide the was in an eighth or ninth grade English class, studying Thirteen Reasons Why. I didn’t care much for the book then… I detest it even more now. I had no idea, back then, that suicide would claim as least a third of my family.

It’s so dark, so horrific. I observe that most shy away from the topic. Families have been shamed, judgement often cast at survivors. Survivors — what a heavy title. Institutions often choose not to address it corporately. I assume so few understand the depth of the concept, and people often flounder when they are unfamiliar with something so dark, so scary, and so sensitive.

The band Twenty One Pilots engages in the conversation. Their song “Neon Gravestones,” discusses how culture has glorified suicide, stating it’s “further engraving an earlier grave is an optional way.” Contrasting the idealized perspective, the band ends the song with the following lyrics:

Find your grandparents or someone of age
Pay some respects for the path that they paved
To life they were dedicated
Now, that should be celebrated!

The beginning of the song highlights a dangerous mindset:

“Keep your wits about you while you got ’em
‘Cause your wits are first to go while you’re problem-solving”

This is a dark post, but I do want to bring awareness to this epidemic.

For those who are struggling, ending your life does not solve the problem. Your pain and your hurt are real. It may feel absolutely impossible, but you can heal. Your life can be redeemed. This pain, it will be redeemed.

This is not the end of our story.

July 10, 2026

Today was a hard day too, but not one fraught with many tears.

“Tears are a gift,” my therapist once explained: “sometimes you’re given them, other times you are not.”

My post Words of Life & Death — Day 18: One Year Later elucidates to the incredible power of words. Words can encourage, they can build, they can affirm love, they can cultivate safety, they can bring healing. Or they can discourage, tear down, destroy love, prompt fear, and bring suffering.

Words and relationships can rapidly turn from compassionate and loving to judgmental and criticizing.

People, with their words, shame and criticize survivors long after the day of death. Common phrases contemptuously uttered, such as “well, if I were you,” “you should have,” “I would have,” plague survivors. Phrases bolstered with pride, uttered harshly with intent to harm, and claimed with little experience.

Judgement and shame seldom soften hearts — they simply teach those around you to hide from you.

Condemnation doesn’t change people: it prompts them to deny, suppress, and withhold pieces of themselves.

Life is harsh. Words can make it harsher.

The reality of surviving suicide means an exposure of your life for everyone else’s judgements: nothing we do is right, nothing we did is right.

If we say too much, it’s inappropriate. If we don’t say enough, it’s inconsiderate.

Love doesn’t judge — love demonstrates compassion and mercy. Love doesn’t condemn— it comes alongside and restores.

Love frees. Love builds. Love heals.

Love conquers the bleakest moments, and its love that makes life worth living and relationships worth keeping.

May we love one another freely, earnestly, and healthily.

May we care for our own mental health and processing. May we refuse to implement our needs and our perspectives onto another.

May love and humility guide our words and soften our hearts.