What It’s Like To Work At A Suicide Hotline

The point is that they feel more than alone — they feel the awesome weight of believing the world has given up on them. Sometimes my callers are subdued. Sometimes they are hysterical. Every time, I am raw.

My Relationship Isn’t Perfect, And That’s Okay

I do not love her because she hurts, or for the vulnerability that exposes, or for the intimacy of being her confidante. I love her with the greatest urgency in those moments because of the person shaped by a lifetime of tirelessly overcoming her own weaknesses and aches.