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Driving Past My Lowest Point
"I woke up one morning and decided to drive into the canyons with my dog, Puma. I was planning to die by suicide. When my attempt didn’t work, I figured God wasn’t ready for me to exit this life just yet."
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My Great Wake-Up Call
"I saw my dad's brain churn out incessant thought cycles that would start with some small root in reality and spiral downward to a place devoid of all reason. Following his suicide, I was able to recognize similar behavior in myself."
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A Sermon of Truth About Depression
"The stigma felt especially daunting in the context of my profession: Pastors are supposed to be paradigms of perfection, to be endowed with the sort of faith that keeps them immune from something like mental illness." -
Fortifying the Castle
The “dragon” (my mental illness) is ever-present and could be planning an attack at any time. If my castle is strong and I have enough warriors on my side, I may just come out of this thing unscathed.
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Celebrating Life During Life
I choose life even though there has not been a single day as far back as I can remember that I haven’t considered suicide at least once.
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Let’s Talk About Depression
Despite depression's prevalence, there is hope: Depression can be prevented and treated. But in order to get people on the path to treatment, we first need to get talking. -
Surviving a Loss
I will continue to advocate for families affected by suicide by providing them with a voice, along with my support and the will to live. I am, I will and I can make a difference one step at a time.
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Suicide: A Cry for Life
"So often, our culture concludes that suicide is a rejection of life, a willful refusal to live any longer, but I believe suicide is a statement that life can and should be so much more than pain or despair. If a suicidal person only sees a future with days on end of pain, then that vision looks nothing like the sort of life we all long to enjoy." -
Living With Suicide Loss
"Four months into life without Preston, every task overwhelmed me, from choosing clothes to wear to signing a birthday card…I insisted vehemently to myself that I wasn’t depressed. 'I’m just tired. I need a break,' went the script. But a break didn’t help." -
Disabled, But Not Alone Anymore
If we come together, despite all the hate, we can spread love and save so many lives. It’s sometimes just as simple as a smile. Be a listening ear, strike up a conversation with someone, volunteer your time and resources—nothing is too small.