How many times I would hear these words ringing in my ear from such a young age, and all throughout my life, “You need to get some help.”...

Warning: my language choices are not so polite in the rest of this article, BUT there are kittens and puppies at the end. Let’s face it:...

My name is Noblelee Dawn Cook-Wright, and this is my story… I was born July 23,1974. I had an older sister who was 6, and an older...

There were two times in my life when I was at real risk of dying by suicide. The first time, I was 19 and actually tried. The second...

Let me start by saying suicide is a serious problem that can have lasting harmful effects on individuals, families, and communities....

“Now, take your eraser and erase everything you see,” Susan, my therapist, said to me. He was the first to go, of course. His looming,...

It was the summer after 8th grade: I was excited, and I had lots of friends and a boy I cared about. But my Dad forced me to go spend the...

Being expected to thrive on days you can barely survive. My alarm goes off, my eyes are puffy, my head is pounding. To say I was sleep...

Aren’t we taught as children to always tell the truth? If you lie, you will go to hell, right? I am just riddled with fear to let my true...

Here is a little something I wrote in response to a prompt in Natalie Goldberg’s Room to Write, (one of my favorite books of writing...