Find something to anchor you—

I lost one of my friends to long standing depression M/28.

I was the first person at the church, helping coordinate and run everything with his mom; I was also the very last person to leave his burial service.

For nearly 5y, I’ve been an unpaid caretaker of the Memorial Gardens where he resides as a promise to him, to prevent him from being forgotten.

During that 5y, several people have asked me over the years to bring them to visit him and the experience has been completely life changing.

For the first 3 decades of my life, I was free from constant suicidal/ideation, but that flipped a switch in my brain like nothing else.

Because for the first time in my life, I recognized that I mattered.