CW: suicide, suicide prevention, grief 🤍🤍 This suicide prevention month coincided with the loss of a dear friend and a jarring sense of proximity to the mental health crisis in both the outdoor athlete and LGBTQ+ communities. I’ve often thought about suicide survivorship as surviving my own attempts as a young person, of fighting through years of chronic suicidal ideation in my early 20s. But as the years have passed, I’ve become a survivor, like many of you, in the sense that I am still here and my loved ones are not. I’m a survivor in the sense that my grieving process will always be marked by the questions “what did I miss?” and “what could I have done?” I don’t know if we will ever find a landing place with those questions. I’ve been trying to find a sense of peace in the understanding that I can keep building a world that is just a little bit less isolated. A world where we aren’t constantly scrambling to throw lifelines because our loved ones aren’t constantly about to drown. Sending so much love to all the humans reading this whose hearts have been broken open 💔