This was amazing, beautiful, profoundly painful. I am the daughter of a woman who died by suicide at the age of 32. I found her. I was five. I also do not believe in triggers and I'm glad that today I decided to read through my inbox, deleting the majority, but read this email. Thank you for a brief, elegant, journey inside your head. It matters.
god thank you for saying that, means the world. and for sharing. my heart feels bruised and blue for your mom and for your five year old self but glad you're here today and glad you opened your email, bless you.
Thank you from my heart for sharing this part of your soul. I am the mother of someone lost in schizophrenia. They do not talk - much - to anyone - but when they do, I can feel the same rushing images overlaid fifty thick struggling to squeeze through the sphincter of one.word.at.a.time. I think about their heart-breakingly high risk of suicide far more often than the average white guy thinks about Rome. I appreciate your normalization of suicide thoughts. Mostly, I appreciate your mind.
I missed reading your writing so much! I think about the Phineas Poe trilogy all the time. I’ve reread all three books multiple times! I still peruse used book stores looking for them. My wife “accidentally” donated the trilogy I owned to half price books a few years back! Your writing always strikes a nerve when I read it! And I’m thankful you still have a platform to get your ideas and thoughts out into the world!
yes, the painful familiarity of the howls of that black dog. the holes it has dug in the backyards of my mind. how easy it is to trip and fall in and then easier to not bother getting back out.
turning the idea of not being over and over, like coin, or well-weathered love letter.
This was amazing, beautiful, profoundly painful. I am the daughter of a woman who died by suicide at the age of 32. I found her. I was five. I also do not believe in triggers and I'm glad that today I decided to read through my inbox, deleting the majority, but read this email. Thank you for a brief, elegant, journey inside your head. It matters.
god thank you for saying that, means the world. and for sharing. my heart feels bruised and blue for your mom and for your five year old self but glad you're here today and glad you opened your email, bless you.
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This was so clear. So beautifully written. Thank you.
Thank you from my heart for sharing this part of your soul. I am the mother of someone lost in schizophrenia. They do not talk - much - to anyone - but when they do, I can feel the same rushing images overlaid fifty thick struggling to squeeze through the sphincter of one.word.at.a.time. I think about their heart-breakingly high risk of suicide far more often than the average white guy thinks about Rome. I appreciate your normalization of suicide thoughts. Mostly, I appreciate your mind.
Awesome post. I think a lot of us think about similar things but are also hesitant to bring them up in every day life.
I missed reading your writing so much! I think about the Phineas Poe trilogy all the time. I’ve reread all three books multiple times! I still peruse used book stores looking for them. My wife “accidentally” donated the trilogy I owned to half price books a few years back! Your writing always strikes a nerve when I read it! And I’m thankful you still have a platform to get your ideas and thoughts out into the world!
yes, the painful familiarity of the howls of that black dog. the holes it has dug in the backyards of my mind. how easy it is to trip and fall in and then easier to not bother getting back out.
turning the idea of not being over and over, like coin, or well-weathered love letter.
I read what you wrote and with each line, I acknowledge your talent...and your pain. Peace, brother!