I started this blog in 2012 after making a very serious and philosophical decision to not kill myself. That decision came after over a decade of suicide attempts, psychiatric care, and unproductive coping skills.
My belief in the insignificance of life outweighed any beauty I thought might exist. I thought that because life was so meaningless, I didn't need to live it.
I still think life is insignificant. However, the thought of meaninglessness provides a unique comfort that has led to much less stress. I've found some really lovely ways to see a little bit of beauty in the bullshit.
This blog chronicles my life as a suicide attempt survivor, as someone who struggles with mental illness, and as a twenty-something on a mission for goodness.