“Mom, I don’t want to have to wait to see Daddy again… Mom, I don’t want to wait till I’m 90 to see Daddy again! I want to see him…..” These words sting. These words hurt. These words cut deep! With tears in his eyes, these were the words my little one...
My late husband was a police officer and he died by suicide. I want to tell you how his department did nothing but stand and watch me on my hands and knees screaming for them to help me, after I had found him. I want to tell you how a noticeable amount of his...
We have seen significant progress toward smashing the stigma of law enforcement mental health, but we have a long way to go. Blue H.E.L.P.’s #IWillListen campaign works to improve how law enforcement officers demonstrate their willingness and commitment to...
We have a design for a 22-acre park and memorial. We’re ready. I sit here reading a social media post knowing this park and memorial has been the most significant public effort toward honoring the service of and sacrifices of those who died by suicide. It will...
Until April 2009, I considered myself lucky to have not lost anyone close to me. Sadly, the loss of my Dad to leukemia was the start of an exceedingly difficult period of loss. He died only four weeks before my wedding. I then suffered the losses of my Grandpa,...
Everyone has a different experience. Mine is not exactly the same as anyone else’s, nor is it exactly different. I’m not a first responder so I didn’t face the same challenges, but I believe we can all learn something from each other. I don’t walk around and tell my...
