Resources For Support



Unfortunately, some of the material that I write about includes subjects or stories that may be potentially triggering to people. If you are reading this and need support, please reach out and get help. 

Here are some resources for support:

Suicide Prevention Lifeline

If you are in crisis, you can call the lifeline. When you call, you will be able to speak to a trained counselor who will provide you with support and direct you to the best step forward for you.

Call 800-273-8255

Crisis Text Line

If text is a better fit for your situation, text HOME to 741741 for confidential support. 

Text HOME to 741741

National Sexual Assault Hotline

This is a hotline for people who have been impacted by sexual assault.

Call 1-800-656-4673

RAINN

An organization dedicated to supporting and advocating for survivors of sexual violence.


SAMHSA's National Helpline

This is a helpline run by the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration. If you are struggling with substance abuse or want to support a family member, please give them a call. 

Call 1-800-662-HELP (4357)

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