If Bears Could Talk
Trigger warning: mental illness, suicide, profanity. If bears could talk, they’d tell you that your children are better off without you. I’ve started and stopped this piece of writing about ten times. And only like three or four of those times are because I was interrupted to cut hot dogs/clean up a spill/wipe someone’s butt. I’ve started and stopped so many times because what do I have to say about suicide and mental illness that hasn’t been said before? Nothing. I don’t have anything to add that hasn’t been said before, but truthfully, I don’t have anything groundbreaking to add to the rape culture conversation, or conversations about LGBTQ inclusivity in the church, or donut conversation (I haven’t tried Dipper’s Donuts yet) either but that hasn’t stopped me. I say all the things all the time and need some help not always saying all the damn things. Though, I firmly believe some of us (hi!) were called to be more vulnerable in order to help others with their pain, and ...