I write on mental health, happiness and identity. I want people to know they are not alone in their struggle.
Today marks six years since she died.
Grief still strikes to talk about it today, more than 2,000 days later. It is hard to type the words, but I have to. Here it goes: my friend committed suicide.
It is where part of my ancestry comes from, and although I speak Spanish and know the local lingo, I don’t know much more.