An open book…

Recap: In case you haven’t read the previous blogs starting with My daughter Jessica this is my journey. I lost my daughter to depression, bipolar disorder and bullying on 3.10.15. She is forever 28 years old. Through my journey, I have been an open book. I have talked at length with friends, family and even…

Five years….

There is Sensitive material included in this five year blog. Please consider this a Trigger warning before reading any further. I speak and write from my heart and I am sometimes a little bit to open and honest for some peoples comfort zones.   Five years ago today I spent my last day with my…

March 1, 2020

It’s that time….yep, time to change the calendar. This is supposed to be like a milestone month/year. It is the 5 year mark from when my daughter, Jessica Gregory, ended her pain. If you haven’t read any other blogs I have written, then I should explain that on March 10, 2015 my daughter died by…

Determined….

I haven’t written in quite some time. It’s not because my mind is blank or that I have forgotten my journey. My journey isn’t one that can be forgotten or set aside. My memories, my thoughts, my feelings they are always right there at the very top of my thought process. I am constantly on…

An open letter to a very special person

I haven’t heard this song in a long time but it immediately came to mind as I was told about a beautiful young lady who has thought about suicide recently. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucA63CEuXpo&feature=share As a youngster I remember the saying “sticks and stone will break your bones but words can never hurt you” Well, who made that…

Missing pieces

As I begin to write this it is Monday August 20, 2018, It was 1,262 days ago that Jessica and I went thrift shopping. The Pine Rest Thrift store and the Rustic Market were our favorite shops. We purchased about 8 puzzles that day. The people at one of the shops knew us well. We…

Bullies come in all shapes and sizes

I recently did an interview with a local TV reporter and he asked me a question that went something like this….typically when you hear about bullies they are kids, your daughter was 28, who bullied her? Without too much thought I told him I would answer the question off camera. I’m not sure why I…

Died by suicide not… committed suicide

Originally this was posted on my Facebook page and I decided to add it into my blog since it is a topic very near and dear to my heart. I was asked by someone why I do not use the words “committed suicide” when I talk about how Jessica Gregory died. So I told her…

Am I still in the mud? Read on…

A Tribute to Jes

Originally posted on alwayswrite:
Jes in one of her senior photo poses. A gorgeous girl, inside and out. I stood near the back of the funeral home and watched. I witnessed hundreds and hundreds of mourners solemnly filing through the doors to pay their respects. They were all there to honor a young woman who…

Thoughts On Death

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Am I Ready……To Forgive

Wait….Were you thinking I was trying to forgive my daughter for taking her own life? For leaving us with broken hearts and sadness and unfathomable pain? No, that’s not it at all. There is nothing to forgive, I’m not mad, not even a little bit. I have empathy for her and could never be mad…

Cutting…self-harm

Warning: Sensitive material which could be disturbing to some family and friends. My openness may upset people close to my daughter. This blog is not meant to scare or upset anyone. People have always told me they are glad that I am open and honest about our journey. Our daughter, Jessica, at the age of…

My daughter’s eyes

Have you ever looked in someone’s eyes, I mean really looked into the eyes of someone you loved?      Look at these beautiful eyes, this picture taken at a time when life was easier. Her senior year in High school. You can look at these baby blues and see love, hope and excitement for…

Jessica’s last words

On March 10, 2015,  my daughter Jessica took out a piece of paper and wrote out one last letter to me. She used a pink marker (her favorite color) as she jotted down her last thoughts. It was her last attempt to explain to me that life had gotten to much for her. That all…