Picking up the Pieces: Suicide, “Monsters,” and Hope for the Future

It was a Sunday afternoon in August and I had just finished eating a piece of banana bread with coffee to celebrate the $8,000 goal I reached as a part of the pre-launch campaign for my book, Good Enough.

I sat in awe, overwhelmed by all of the love and support I received from others and thought to myself, This is finally happening. My dream is coming true. I’m going to be a published author.

Before continuing my day of celebration, I decided to check the emails I’d abandoned while…