This blog is a tribute to my big sister, Elizabeth, who died of suicide on October 13, 2013. She was 26 years old.
My sister’s depression consumed her like cancer. It was unbearably defeating, frustrating and excruciating to watch her drown under the weight of depression with no way of saving her.
The only way I feel like I can meaningfully pay tribute to her life is by helping others struggling with mental illness and the families who are trying to save them. It’s heartbreaking to think about how many people are fighting for their lives and hiding behind masks because of the stigma associated with mental illness. It would be outrageous to go on walking if you had a broken leg, yet it is so common to refuse help for a broken neurological pattern in our brain. The pain we face, whether mental or physical, is very much real and requires the exact same attention.
This blog is about self-discovery, fueling inspiration, embracing our humanness, and exploring how we can become the most mentally healthy version of ourselves we can be.
Elizabeth’s death has pushed me into finding a bigger purpose in life. It has caused me to ask questions I may have never asked myself. It has guided me towards a more meaningful and connected existence because it has shown me the very thin line between life and death.
Life is a journey and everything that happens in our lives teaches us something. There are always things to learn and discover, no matter how old we get. I’m here to share what I know to be true with whoever wants to listen.