Semicolons and Shit Left Undone: A #HoldOnToTheLight Post

Yeah, that’s a picture of my wrist. Yeah, I have a semicolon tattoo. Yeah, I have lost friends to suicide. Yeah, I have had suicidal feelings at times. No, I’ve never attempted suicide. No, I don’t have suicidal thoughts anymore, nor have I for several years. No, this isn’t a “cry for help,” or any other random way of me looking for sympathy for my past, current, or future issues with depression, bipolar disorder, or anything else. This is me talking about my tattoo, who it’s for, why it’s there, and what wearing it has meant for me. This tattoo […]