LLiska here. Boston is having an 18 mile dusk to dawn suicide prevention walk. Out of the darkness. To educate people on the illnesses and situations (like depression) that are killing our loved ones. The world needs to be aware of mental illness and horrible stressors, fear, and depression-signs, symptoms,ect.Florida is one of the states that has no mental health coverage. My friend can't even get a therapist and she's depressed and stressed about our friends suicide! I'm walking. People need… Continue

I'm still crying,you just can't see the tears. But I can feel them with every fiber of my being. He doesn't want me to cry. But I can't help it. I cry inside as I go thru my days and nights. Sometimes it pours visibly like a storm. But lately the tears, the pain, the depression, the anger at the system of things, etc., it's all invisible. But so real.

I'm looking at his pictures and my mind just races. His candle burns brightly but darkness hangs heavy. I can hear his voice in my head,remember our countless hours and conversations. Now the conversations are a little different.

I feel for you,pray for you,light a candle for you and I do think about you all a lot even if I'm not writing much. I pray for yours crossed over too. Please be strong and remember you are being thought of. With love and support,Liska

And now I have to go to work. Things are getting hot and critical for a job I so badly need and here I am up all night.Crying.Calling 800 numbers for spiritual help which would be harmless and ok except it drains my bank account. And now I'm addicted.

Since the overdose and loss of my best friend my mind seems to have split and lost all reasoning. I have been doing things to ruin my own life and I don't seem to care much. I keep getting into trouble-police,financial,relationship-wise, I'm going to blow it all if I don't get a grip. My B.D. is the 28 and I don't really care. Because he's not here.