One of the hardest parts about suicidal thoughts (other than the whole, you know, wanting to die thing) is the shame. You can feel weak. You can feel inadequate. You can ask yourself: Why is this so hard for me? Why can’t I just carry on like everyone else? It’s

I consider myself an internet afficiando. I rely on it for vital information, news, most of my entertainment, and, of course, my writing career. I’m one of the first among my friends to hear of a new meme, a viral video, or a new link. I don’t completely buy into