For years, especially in the early days following my husband's suicide, I felt an overwhelming urge to share our entire story. I wanted to express everything ......to scream, to rage, and recount the unkind words and actions of those involved. I longed to share the journey leading up to his desperate attempts to seek help and the responses of those around us. I was holding onto all of this, and it was consuming me. I felt isolated, as if I might vanish into thin air, standing as the odd one...

Fear.   Fear is blocking your best life.   What is fear? Fear is an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that something is dangerous, likely to cause pain, or a threat.   Fear is getting in the way of your joy.   Fear is keeping you from taking the job you want, writing the story that's in your heart, following your dreams, and endless other things each and every day of your life.   When my first husband died over a decade ago..........Fear became like that person you invited to the party...

Dear you,  You who is thinking of taking their own life today.  Here is what will happen if you go through with it.  You will be found....