The feature photo of this post is me, sitting in the same tree in Portland, Oregon, first in 2006, and then in 2011.
I had a therapist who gave me assignments all the time and one of them was to write my own eulogy… for my funeral. She showed me how I was killing myself and people were distancing themselves from me to make it easier when I did die.
It was true, I felt alone in my fight, that no one cared if I stayed Earthside or not. Now, I realize that it was exhausting and people really didn’t know how else to help if I couldn’t help myself.
In the eulogy, I thought about all the things I would want someone to say about me, and I was hopeful that people would understand… Continue reading The Eulogy and Why I Share My Story