Nature is the first tutor. No one remains untouched or unschooled by the earth, seasons, and heavens.

Anyone who suggests that coming back from suicidal despair is a straightforward journey has never taken it.

...Time does not heal, It makes a half-stitched scar That can be broken and again you feel Grief as total as in its first hour. -Elizabeth Jennings

One is what one is, and the dishonesty of hiding behind a degree, or a title, or any manner and collection of words, is still exactly that: dishonest.

Suicide carries in its aftermath a level of confusion and devastation that is, for the most part, beyond description.

Others would say to me, 'It is only temporary, it will pass, you will get over it,' but of course they had no idea how I felt, although they were certain that they did. Over and over and over I would say to myself, If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living?

I think people don't understand how intimately tied suicide is to mental illness, particularly to depressive illness and bipolar illness.