Every body has a story. It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends. Or is this just another leaving? It is a question I can no better answer at 30,000 feet than I can with my feet on the ground. There is no liminal like the place you stand with a treacherous lover. Maggie Valentine has no idea how old she is. Not in the sense of calendars and birthdays, .

Was I born a masochist or did society make me this way? I demand unconditional love and complete freedom. That is why I am terrible. Have you ever woken up one morning and no longer recognised yourself? When did the fine lines sink in around your eyes? When did you grow old? .

I thought this resource worth highlighting. It explores how best to support someone who has been bereaved by suicide. It has been produced by UCL and the Support After Suicide Partnership.

Blogs, short stories and the layered wanderings of a reflective man. I suppose I became a seashell that failed to give you the ocean when you held me to your ear. You did a number on me. I lost count around infinity. Halloween slips through the night. Driving through an old neighborhood on .

Writing the roads of grief. Exploring suicide, death and life via poetry and prose. To gently removed the tubes. With a thick burgundy blanket. Lay beside him on the floor. She stares at his empty wingback chair.

Gain hope, support, and victory! This site was created to provide hope, support, and insight to those who are affected by bipolar disorder and mental illness; Also including support and educational information for caregivers and loved ones. Keep pushing forward and hold on for that chance for a much better tomorrow. You deserve it and you can do it! In time, all things can heal or improve. The Time Is Now To Talk About Mental Health. Thank you so much! .