Good morning SLAYER! No one else can fix all your problems, but they can offer that you don’t walk alone.
New blog goes up Friday, until then… SLAY on!
you matter
Slay Say
Good morning SLAYERS! We can’t help everyone, but everyone can help someone.
SLAY on!
H.O.P.E. – Help Other People Everyday
There was a time in my life when I wasn’t sure I wanted to keep living.
I kept everything bottled inside — my fear, my pain, my confusion, and the constant battle in my head that told me I wasn’t enough. I carried that darkness quietly, pretending I could handle it alone, that asking for help was weakness.
But eventually I hit a moment I couldn’t escape:
I was scared of what I might do to myself just to quiet the pain.
It was in that darkest moment that something shifted.
A story came back to me — a story a friend had shared about his own struggle. At the time I heard it, it was just a story. A powerful one, sure, but still just something I listened to and admired from a distance.
Months later, on that frightening night, I recognized myself in the beginning of his story — the part where suffering feels endless and hopeless.
And that recognition changed everything.
Hope Isn’t Just a Feeling — It’s Something We Receive and Give
I often wonder how many times we underestimate the power of connection.
That story my friend shared didn’t cure me. It didn’t fix everything. But it showed up in the exact moment I needed it — and that was enough to keep me moving forward.
Not because the pain was gone…
But because I finally saw that I wasn’t alone.
That recognition — that someone else had walked through darkness and found light — gave me a reason to keep going. That was the beginning of my own journey back to life.
And because someone shared their truth, I found hope.
Showing Up Is the Smallest — Yet Most Powerful — Act of Service
Hope doesn’t always arrive in grand gestures.
Sometimes it shows up in the simplest things:
A smile.
A hello.
A listening ear.
A message that says, I see you.
When we simply show up, we affirm someone’s worth — even when they can’t feel it themselves.
You never know who’s watching quietly from the sidelines, waiting for proof that they matter. You never know whose heart is in the dark, searching for a light.
That’s why helping others — even in small ways — matters more than we can imagine.
What We Give May Be the Hope Someone Needs to Survive
One of the most humbling things I learned is that stories matter.
Not because they are polished or perfect —
but because they are real.
When I finally shared my own journey — not just the finished version but the messy, painful beginnings — something clicked. Other people saw themselves in it. They recognized their struggle in the cracks of my story. It reminded them that they, too, could keep going.
That’s the power of truth.
It connects us.
It heals us.
It saves lives.
And sometimes the hope we give to others becomes a source of strength for ourselves.
You Don’t Have to Fix Someone to Help Them
Helping others doesn’t always mean solving their problems.
Sometimes it means:
Showing up
Listening without judgment
Sharing your story
Being present
Being consistent
Offering compassion
Willingness to care even when it’s hard
Helping others is how we remind them —
and ourselves — that we matter.
Hope Isn’t About Perfection
Hope isn’t a destination.
It’s a presence.
It doesn’t mean everything is okay.
It doesn’t erase pain.
It doesn’t suddenly make life easy.
But it reminds us that we don’t have to walk through pain alone.
And that it’s okay to ask for help.
Not just once — many times.
Not just when it’s convenient — but when it’s hardest.
Because in asking for help, we make space for others to help us — and through that exchange, something powerful unfolds.
You Never Know Who Is Watching
There’s a truth we overlook:
When you help someone — even with the tiniest kindness — you never know how far that ripple goes.
Your story might be the reason someone keeps going.
Your presence might be the reason someone feels seen.
Your kindness might be the moment that lights someone’s path.
And sometimes — years later — that person you helped could tell someone else about it.
Hope multiplies.
It doesn’t stay in one heart.
It spreads.
SLAY Reflection
Let’s reflect, SLAYER:
S: Who in your life gave you hope when you needed it most?
L: How has someone else’s journey inspired your own healing?
A: What simple action can you take today to offer hope to another person?
Y: How might your vulnerability be a gift to someone else who feels alone?
Call to Action: Join the Conversation
I’d love to hear from you.
When has someone’s presence or story given you hope — and how did it change your journey?
Share your story in the comments. Let’s cheer each other on.
And if you know someone who might be struggling today, send this to them.
Sometimes, all we need is a reminder that hope exists.
Slay Say
Good morning SLAYER! When you stop doing nothing and just start to do something, it starts to change everything.
New blog goes up Tuesday, until then…SLAY on!
Slay Say
Good morning SLAYER! You are enough. You have always been enough. You will always be enough. You matter.
New blog goes up Tuesday, until then…SLAY on!
You Matter
This week we lost two creative, talented, successful people to suicide. Both came as a shock, to me, and most people. How could two different people, seemingly both “having it all”, make the decision to take their own lives? It seems unfathomable, except to those who have been there, who understand the despair and anguish that goes along with anxiety, depression, mental illness. Yes, those conditions do not discriminate between those who have all the things, we may think, will make us OK, or better, and those who may not. It can come for any of us, I know because it had me in it’s grips for most of my life, and, on a bad day, can still get the best of me when I’m not taking care of myself, because even though I’ve made the choice to live a life in the light today, my disease still wants me dead, and as I grow and learn to be a better and healthier woman, my disease is also learning what I am and looking to find a way to navigate around the obstacles I’ve put in it’s path. I know if I stop choosing life, death is waiting to take me in it’s arms.
It’s also a wake-up call. To me, and hopefully those out there like me, and, those who are still struggling. We may tell ourselves that if we get the new job we’ll be OK, the new girlfriend/boyfriend, the vacation, the new apartment/house, a move to a new city, we may tell ourselves that if something in our lives changed we would be OK, and the truth is it won’t, not if we’re not OK right now. Sure it’s nice to have nice things, but nothing can fix us if it’s an inside problem, that we have to tackle, head on. For me it was a matter of life and death. Trying to hide what was going on, not sharing it with anyone, and isolating myself from people who cared, those negative voices got louder in my head, and because they were the only feedback I was hearing, they sounded like the truth. They would tell me I wasn’t good enough, that I didn’t deserve good things, that I was a bad person, that I should be ashamed, and that it would be better if I just wasn’t here anymore, in fact, no one would even notice, or care. None of that is true. None of that is fact. All of that is my disease. But, when you’re not sharing with others, no one can tell you it’s wrong. I know what’s it’s like to stand there, alone, in the darkness and make the decision to end the pain and suffering, thinking that’s the only way out, the only way to stop the pain, it’s an awful place to stand, it makes me feel physically ill just thinking about it, but I can also say, as a survivor, that there is a solution, and, you will be missed, and that action will not only take you from our lives, but will have a ripple effect of pain, anger, and confusion for years to come, maybe even a lifetime.
You matter. We want you here. You deserve good things, and you can get them, but first you need to get help. Talk. Share. Reach out. There are so many ways to do it today. You can call someone, a help or crises line, you can chat online, talk to someone in person, just take action, no one will judge you, but they will offer to help. When I finally reached out for help it was such a relief. A relief to let go of the huge secret I had been carrying around with me. To finally be honest, to come clean, and to find the courage to say I was in crisis. My life changed the day, I found an abundance of people willing to help, but I had to take action before I started to get better. Now, as I said, on a bad day those demons still come calling, and they always know just what to say, but today I know they’re lying to me, and I know if I can’t battle them alone, that I have a whole army of people to back me up and fight them with me. You also have that army, you just have to call it into action.
Pick up your sword SLAYER, and go to battle, for the most important person there is, YOU.
SLAY OF THE DAY: Do you let your demons get the best of you? How do they do that? Why do they do that? Why do you let them? Would you allow anyone else to speak to you that way? So why do you let them? Do you reach out for help when you feel overwhelmed? If not, why not? If you have, what was the result of that? When you are struggling, do you make sure you let people know? If not, why not? SLAYER, we are all more alike than not, we understand and are here to help, we all support each other through the tough times and as a result we all rise. We stand together, tall, proud of who we are, even on those days we feel small, because we will not be defeated, we are warriors, survivors, we are SLAYERS!
S – self L – love A – appreciate Y – you
