This is a long one, that I wrote over several sessions. Bear with me. Three weeks ago, my mother died suddenly. I loved my mom, so much. Was our relationship perfect? No. Was it complicated? In ways, yes. Do I have opinions as to why or how it happened? Of the fuck course I do. I got to say goodbye. I got to kiss her forehead and hold her hand. I got to sob at her bedside, apologizing for everything from mortifying her by farting and clearing out a fudge shop at Six Flags in

TW- Suicide, self-harm, sexual abuse Hiya Readers, It's been a bit. I had planned on writing a series about my journey in grief for this week, but this is a more pressing matter: Last week, a phone number, 988, was launched as a direct crisis line for those in need. It's the same line as before, but with a simplified, easy-to-remember number to expedite the process of reaching out for help. I was really happy to see this. Over the last few months, I became a trained crisis te