“At the age of five, I was molested at the church my family has been members of for over 50 years. He told me to never tell anyone and I’d be sinning if I did.” What is your biggest secret? “During my teenage years of depression, I got involved with the psychotic and obsessive guy that abused, threatened, and blackmailed me. I swore if I had the money, I would have hired someone to kill him to relieve me of the nightmare I lived in.” “My father died 14 years ago, but I still add his number to my contacts list every time I get a new phone” “I’m addicted to porn.” “I am Christian. But sometimes I get terrified that this is all that there is.” I’m not religious or affiliated with any religion. But we all have that similar feeling and I have that same feeling that you, your eyes open all of a sudden; ‘This is where you are and this is all that you have.’ And that’s scary. “I don’t think much about leaving, but I do fantasize about what my life would be like. If I didn’t get married at 21. Have two children before 25. Or quit teaching because more money needed to come in.” “When mom told me you had killed yourself. I was so relieved I would never have to tell you I’m gay.” umm.. First of all as a person who is gay, when I was in high school, I worked on a suicide hotline for three years. I don’t want anybody to ever feel relieved that I mean what I gathered from this is that a parent took their own life.. like to be relieved. That’s a lot of… turmoil. I feel for them. “I love my dad, but wish he would get a DUI (Driving Under The Influence) just once.” Yeah, I think that’s always really hard when you have a parent and you feel like that parent.. isn’t as responsible you might like them to be. I think you can still love someone, but wish them to step up. I think that’s like a perfectly plausible… thing to ask. “My best friend died because of me. I’m 19 and.. I met her in a children’s depression hospital after an attempted suicide. A day after she contacted me and for some reason; I- I didn’t reply. I was scrolling through my instagram feed. I clicked their icon and read the comments, ‘RIP’ ‘miss you so much’ It was.., then I knew I had killed someone I love.” This situation hits me. It hits-it hits me so deeply and -and almost instantly. It’s a subtle reminder that the influence that you leave on somebody could be eternal. There’s power and… your presence is power in your influence power, there’s power in who you are.