I come from a house of notes. Not structured sentences with eloquent endings, but monosyllabic requests and replies. Need ride to work. Okay. Do dishes. Yes. Grunts on paper and averted eyes in the halls. We lived as strangers, ignoring the blood that deemed us...

Like many survivors of trauma, I have always struggled to see myself reaching old age. Long term plans sit in a swampy fog, the shadowy shapes of them barely visible, hard to conceptualise beyond the academic, bullet point description of:  New apartment  Get married ...

September of 2025 was Suidice Awareness Month, and marked nine months into Trump 2.0. Besides the calendar, what suicidality and the current political disaster have in common is they can steal our joy. It is nearly impossible to feel joy when the national leadership...