XXIV.September Letter

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I am not 100% sure if this chapter is canon to the story or not. September is National Suicide Prevention Month here in the US so I felt now would be a good time to load up and send out this part. This was written to one of you. I care for every one of you and I am grateful for your presence in my life. If Jo was here she would say the same. I wouldn't be the writer, the woman, the friend, the person I am today if not for every one of yalls presence in my life. My door is always open so please don't be afraid to shoot me a DM on Instagram. Those of you I talk to somewhat regularly; hello I enjoy our conversations immensely.

I am grateful you exist.

You are needed in this world.

You matter.

Your life has importance.

You are more than that one moment.

Those things that hurt you. Those don't define you.

You are worthy of happiness,

You are worthy of love.

I love you.

I am grateful you are here.

I think you are amazing.

I see you.

I hear you.

I am blessed to know you.


International Suicide Hotlines (If I missed your country let me know and I will add it)

US: 988

UK: 0800 689 5652

Germany: 0800 111 0 111

Philippians: 028969191

Netherlands: 900 0113

Poland: 5270000

France: 0145394000

Spain: 914590050

Portugal: 21 854 07 40 and 8 96 898 21 50

Denmark: 4570201201

Romania: 0800 801200

Czech Republic: Emergency 112

Canada: 1 (833) 456 4566

Mexico: 5255102550

Costa Rica: 506-253-5439

Italy: 800860022

Brazil: Emergency 188

Argentina: 135

Malaysia: (06) 2842500

India: 8888817666

Estonia: 3726558088

Kenya: 722178177

South Africa: 0514445691


Without further ado...


Jo walked into the kitchen after finishing her morning run. Lizzie was busy cleaning the dishes while Bettan, Addie, and LK enjoyed breakfast on the island. Jo walked over kissing the kid's heads, "Good morning,"

"Good morning Mama,"

"Mornin,"

Jo laughed at her son's tone as she made her way around the island. Jo wrapped her arm around Lizzie before she kissed her cheek, "Good morning to you,"

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