When I launched my blog two days ago, purposefully silently into the ether, I also got my first tattoo to seal the day and my mission forever. I will explain, through this post, why I chose the honest lines of soul ink that I did.
Yesterday when I had lunch with a friend, she noticed my tat immediately and asked what the significance of it was. As I explained my connection to the semi-colon project, and how close it hit to home, she asked me a question I wasn’t quite prepared to answer:
“I’ve been depressed. I’ve had some dark moments. But I’ve never once thought about taking my life. To be honest, I don’t understand why someone would ever feel the need to do that. Why? What goes through your mind in those moments?”