Suicide: Let's Talk About It
We still treat suicide as a stain on someone's character rather than the public-health crisis it is. Four years after losing my brother, I've learned that talking is our strongest weapon against stigma.
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We still treat suicide as a stain on someone's character rather than the public-health crisis it is. Four years after losing my brother, I've learned that talking is our strongest weapon against stigma.
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Read moreA letter to my brother on the third anniversary of his death — because depression may have won by human standards, but not by God's.
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Read moreA dream on a hill in Normandy, Mont Saint-Michel has drawn pilgrims and monks for over a thousand years. The moment you step onto its tide-washed land, you feel the divine appointment of it all.
Read moreAll of Paris is art — from the symmetrical bliss of its streets to the scent of perfume, Vespa fumes, and crepes. If you have air in your lungs, this city will inspire you.
Read moreFrance has such a distinct sense of place that when I leave, I miss it — its reverence for food, its tradition over profit, and the bedrock principles that no act of terror can snuff out.
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