Anytime I see an ambulance on the road with its siren and lights on, I am reminded how that ambulance was once for me. In the summer of 2018, I attempted suicide. For years after that awful day, I struggled to understand how I didn’t die. It didn’t logically make sense to the doctors who [&helli

Standing strong is a central theme in my story. I was raised in an environment that taught me to be seen, but not heard. My father taught me the working-class standard, “Keep your mouth shut, keep your head down, do what you’re told, and don’t expect any handouts.” Before I knew Jesus, this