This Road Must Go Somewhere (and other things I told myself)

There is no definitive guide on how to deal with trauma. Google does not have a complete answer to “How do I feel better again?” After I found my best friend and high school sweetheart dead, I didn’t know what to do or where to go. Instead of going to a therapist, as I probably should have done, I went on a series of disjointed, rambling road trips following the last band we saw together. I did not have a plan. I did not have any expectations. All I knew was I had to keep moving. It was in this constant manic motion that I somehow learned to live again. In this book, I hope to open up a larger discussion on mental health, and tell the story of those who survive past a suicide of a loved one.