Gun Deaths in America

[_Jersey Girl]

honor I know as I begin writing this, that words will fail. There IS no holding up and I'm of a mind that no one should try to. It is an emotionally messy deeply painful razor blades raking themselves through your heart and mind leaving you numb stunned state where a life has slipped through your very hands and there is no getting them back. The sense of guilt, loss, and despair defy description. I just tried and I didn't even come close.

But honor, the truth is that perhaps the majority of persons who struggle with untreated mental illness learn to hide it until it breaks them. And then it breaks everyone around them.

There is hope, honor. I promise you there is. If you have strength, dig your heels in on behalf of others. They need it and they'll need it for a very long time.

[_Jersey Girl]

Hugs and tears are all that's really possible to share I guess.

Sometimes it helps to just have someone sit beside you. Cry while you cry. Be wounded together. Stare at the television with you and say nothing. Sleep in the same room or in the same bed. So you know that in those moments you're not completely alone. Even when you are certain that you are.

It's complicated.