World Suicide Prevention Day

World Suicide Prevention Day is observed on September 10 each year to promote worldwide action to prevent suicides. Various events and activities are held during this occasion to raise awareness that suicide is a major preventable cause of premature death.
At 8 PM it is suggested that supporters of this amazing cause (whether it be a survivor of suicide loss, a lived experience, a personal struggle, a connection through someone else, etc.) light a candle and place it in your window for those who have gone and for those who are still here.
Dad, I miss you every single day and thank God for the time we had with you even though it was cut much too short.  You are so loved and so missed.
“Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging and joy—the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”
Brené Brown
If you or someone you know needs help, please call:
1-800-273-TALK  (8255)
Love One Another


My soul yearns for adventure
and places unseen
I know they are out there
waiting for me
Perhaps a star filled night
painting streaks of light
Inviting me to join them
’til they fall out of sight
Canyons colored like the foliage
of a crisp October morn
Spanning the length of the horizon
where true freedom is born
Prairies whispering sweet music
as they dance in the wind
I’ll throw them my burdens
I’ll stand tall again
Maybe I’ll make my way
to the northern lights
Soak it all in
until I can shine that bright
Or shiver in the fresh snow
atop a mountains peak
Closer to God
finding the answers I seek
Maybe I will laugh until I cry
as I find new love
Wrap her hand in mine
and give thanks above
My soul yearns for adventure
and places unseen
I know they are out there
waiting for me


Jessica Caudle


Tranquil Battle

I am fighting a battle on the most tranquil ground

cautious of the mines as I lead you around

How could I ever begin to help you see

the path of destruction that lies underneath?

It is difficult to describe this faceless villain

no pathology to indict for these unwieldy feelings

Perhaps I’d find comfort if that weren’t so

These scars wouldn’t be as shameful with something to show

So I smile through the ache of another day

and fight like hell to simply stay

It isn’t that I can’t find beauty all around

I see it in little things like leaves on the ground

It shines bright in the embrace of weathered hands

that have longed for a simple touch through life’s demands

I hear it in the voice of innocent children

their spirits full of wonder and magical visions

Beauty is everywhere to be felt and to be seen

It is only on the inside that I feel so unclean

If only this villain would just let me be

I can fool everyone else, why can’t I fool me?


Jessica Caudle

December 2, 2015


Inspired by a conversation that I had with a beautiful woman that I admire very much.  It is no secret that there are many stigmas associated with mental illness.  According to the Center for Disease Control, “only 25% of people with mental health issues feel that other people are compassionate and/or sympathetic toward them.”  It is a shameful statistic when one in four people have been touched by some form of mental illness.

In an effort to re-frame the conversation, artist Robot Hugs created a comic that displays what it would be like if we discussed physical illnesses in the same way we do mental illnesses. Take a look at the graphic below.



Or . . . I Will Remember

When I walk through deep waters I know that one of two things can happen.  The current will knock me off balance and sweep me away into uncertainty, the fury will rage and cause me to fear, and the safe harbor will distance itself from my reach until it vanishes into the darkness.  Or I will remember her, that beautiful determined lotus flower.

She rests underneath the raging waters, beneath the murky soil, waiting for her chance to enter into the atmosphere.  I wonder if she realizes the struggle that lies ahead of her; does she enter this world as we all do, innocent, pure, with love and untainted trust, and a spirit determined to thrive?  What were her thoughts as she eagerly emerged through the earth’s crust only to find herself alone in murky waters?  Did she see a glimmer of sunlight somewhere up above?  Did she consider wilting under the weight of it all, or did she feel the ground shake with an even greater fury as God declared his promises over her life?  I will remember her, that beautiful determined lotus flower.

Her roots are strong and her faith is undisturbed by the turmoil around her.  No matter how minuscule the progress may be as she struggles against the pressure, she continues to rise.  The sunlight awaits her; she is sure of it.  Every once in a while she will catch a glimpse of it offering rays of hope and promise on the surface above her;  it reveals itself by day and comforts her fears by night.  Her foundation grows thick and her stem even stronger.  I will remember her, that beautiful determined lotus flower.

The light shines bright ready to embrace its emerging child.  The beauty is unlike any she has ever seen and for a moment she considers recoil.  She halts beneath the surface afraid to move any further.  She is dirty having risen from the mud and knows her appearance will tarnish this majestic place.

The ground shakes again causing the dirt to swirl around her.  A familiar darkness returns as the serenity is disturbed, and the murk surrounds her once again. It brings a level of relief and comfort as she feels less exposed, however, that was not the intention.  This was only the beginning.  I will remember her, that beautiful determined lotus flower.

She couldn’t see what was in front of her but she could feel the powerful current.  It took her a moment to realize what was happening as the sediment began to fall beneath her.  The current seemed to be sweeping around and through her taking all of the filth with it.  She was clean and pure in this new birth, regardless of where she came.  She heard a voice arise from a place unknown “trust this journey my precious lotus.”  She took one last moment before revealing herself.  She embraced those words and burst through the surface into the unknown. The sun met her with a warm embrace, and encouraged her to blossom into all she was meant to be.  One by one her petals began to open and dance on the water with a freedom only God could give.  She continues to blossom by day and close by night.  She isn’t afraid of what the darkness may bring, she just knows she doesn’t belong there anymore.  I will remember her, that beautiful determined lotus flower.

Jessica Caudle – 05/22/15