By Ti Mahoney Blair
It’s a lovely Sunday morning. I’m PMS’ed, pissy, lack energy, wobbly and feel like my legs are going to buckle out from under me, unmotivated, uninspired, cranky, sluggish and frankly annoyed. This is good news. I’m having feelings.
The subject of suicide has come up on Facebook. And it’s just fascinating and gross to watch how society recoils at the mention of it. Suicide. Those posts are obviously akin to a societal leper. Nobody wants to touch them. There’s only a select few of us who have either been affected by suicide with family and friends, or who have thought about, attempted it, wanted it ourselves.
