Every Seventeen Minutes In America, Someone Commits

There Is Always A Part Of My Mind That Is Preparing For The Worst, And Another Part Of My Mind That Believes If I Prepare Enough For It, The Worst Won’t Happen.

Anyone Who Suggests That Coming Back From Suicidal Despair Is A Straightforward Journey Has Never Taken It.

There Is A Particular Kind Of Pain, Elation, Loneliness, And Terror Involved In This Kind Of Madness. When You're High It's Tremendous. The Ideas And Feelings Are Fast And Frequent Like Shooting Stars....but, Somewhere, This Changes. The Fast Ideas Are Far Too Fast, And There Are Far Too Many; Overwhelming Confusion Replaces Clarity. Everything Previously Moving With The Grain Is Now Against-you Are Irritable, Angry, Frightened, Uncontrollable....it Will Never End, For Madness Carves Its Own Reality.

The Awareness Of The Damage Done By Severe Mental Illness—to The Individual Himself And To Others—and Fears That It May Return Again Play A Decisive Role In Many Suicides

It Took Me Far Too Long To Realize That Lost Years And Relationships Cannot Be Recovered. That Damage Done To Oneself And Others Cannot Always Be Put Right Again.