Resources

SF Suicide Prevention
24 hour crisis line: (415) 781-0500
24/7 crisis chat support: Text MYLIFE to 741741

Trauma Recovery Center UCSF Trauma Recovery Center (Victims of Crime, Domestic Violence and Rape; Refugee Services; Brain Injury)

UCLA Mindful Awareness Research Center: Free Guided Meditations

Articles by Laurie:
3 Reasons to Go Back to Your Ex
Surviving Online Dating
Got Dumped? 10 Ways to Cope With a Broken Heart
On Joy

Poetic guidance

Wild Geese – By Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.


Oceans – By JR Jimenez

I have a feeling
that my boat has struck,
Down there in the
depths, against a great thing.

And nothing
happens!  Nothing…
Silence…Waves…
Nothing happens?

Or has everything happened.
And we are standing now,
Quietly in the new life?


I Go Among Trees and Sit Still – By Wendell Berry

 I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.



Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.



Then what I am afraid of comes
.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me,
It sings, and I hear its song.

After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.