…to get back homeward. Once there was a way to get back home. Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry. And I will sing a lullaby.” – Lennon, McCartney A friend’s beautiful, bright, wonderful daughter, Stormy (they/them pronouns), lost their battle with depression Thursday night. They were fifteen. If there’s a greater tragedy than a child taking his/her/their own life, I’m not sure what it is. I look at my fourteen-year-old son and can’t fathom how I could cope without him. My heart aches for my friend, who poured out her heart and soul for her child. Stormy was dearly loved by their family and friends, had a great support system, was in therapy, took medication, and
Once there was a way...
Once there was a way...
Once there was a way...
…to get back homeward. Once there was a way to get back home. Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry. And I will sing a lullaby.” – Lennon, McCartney A friend’s beautiful, bright, wonderful daughter, Stormy (they/them pronouns), lost their battle with depression Thursday night. They were fifteen. If there’s a greater tragedy than a child taking his/her/their own life, I’m not sure what it is. I look at my fourteen-year-old son and can’t fathom how I could cope without him. My heart aches for my friend, who poured out her heart and soul for her child. Stormy was dearly loved by their family and friends, had a great support system, was in therapy, took medication, and