When I was younger, I did not have an easy life. Quite often I was brought to the brink of suicide by the actions and inactions of others, and my own chemical imbalances. But because of a brave, loving, caring few, I was always brought back from the brink.
I learned the other day, that one of those few people lost his own battle with depression, and took his own life to end the pain. It is terribly hard to know that one who reached me, I couldnt reach. But I have some ideas of what can be done to try to help others, and Im looking into the logistics of my idea now. Im thinking of starting a project, the "You are Loved" project, where people