Suicide. The first questions asked are -- Who, what, when, where, why, how? We have some answers, we know the who, the what, the when, the where, and the how, but why? Sometimes we don't have the answer to WHY. But for some reason... Whenever someone mentions teen suicide -- minds instantly jump to bullying. Why is that? Movies like "Mean Girls" and "Cyberbully", assemblies on "Bully-Free School Zones" and programs like "Safe2Tell" -- are everywhere. And there may even be
"If they say Who cares if one more light goes out?
In a sky of a million stars
It flickers, flickers
Who cares when someone's time runs out?
If a moment is all we are
We're quicker, quicker
Who cares if one more light goes out?
Well I do" Once upon a time, there was a little boy... Say, seven or eight years old. There was a close family friend in this boy's life--the "friend" molested him for years. The boy- was trapped in a cage of fear, sadness, anger, confusion, and
Love is strange... for some, love is often filled with joy and laughter, other times it's laced with despair and lies. Many of us would agree that love should be patient -- should be kind... But what happens when what we thought was love, raises it's hand against us? Why does this love tear us to pieces? If love is good, why does it hurt so badly? I'm talking about a kind of "love" that would destroy a wild flower, the kind that would cage a bird, the type of love that stea