She Lost Her Son to Queer Bullying - Now She Runs a Non-Profit To End It

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  • Опубликовано: 22 дек 2024

Комментарии • 11

  • @ron8511
    @ron8511 7 дней назад

    Thanks for doing these podcasts. Very sad story. praying for peace for all who loved Tyler.

  • @bbryanharris
    @bbryanharris 18 дней назад +3

    Wasn’t planning on CRYING at 8am. Love yall, big love to Jane

    • @zircon7634
      @zircon7634 17 дней назад

      11 for me, but same. I cried at work. She's amazing

  • @randomlife3290
    @randomlife3290 17 дней назад

    Again great video! Such a great story

  • @bfosterRNMSN
    @bfosterRNMSN 17 дней назад +1

    Thank ya'll so much for sharing the story of Tyler! This is an incredibly powerful podcast! I'm humbled!🫶🤎🌈

  • @nlavigne92292
    @nlavigne92292 17 дней назад +1

    It's so sad. I can't imagine what she went through. I was in high school during that time, and it was rough. It's amazing how different things are today, thanks to people like her standing and sharing his story.

  • @zircon7634
    @zircon7634 17 дней назад

    I cant believe I haven't heard this story. Me and Tyler would have been one year apart. Much love to his family. God bless you all ❤

  • @Raddiebaddie
    @Raddiebaddie 18 дней назад +2

    So thankful for these stories!! Keep up the good work y’all!!

  • @denniso.shepherd6699
    @denniso.shepherd6699 18 дней назад +1

    This is a poem I wrote that I hope will provide insight to life and situations leading up to suicide.
    Our Hope to Peace
    We fight for years sometimes,
    Yet we find no way
    To have the hope
    To make it through another day.
    We fight and fight the loss
    Of feeling and believing there’s no hope.
    We see only an endless void.
    We lose the strength to cope.
    We desire to overcome
    The emptiness of being alone
    Knowing other are around
    Who cannot hear our constant moan.
    We do think of them, realizing the pain
    We will cause in their heart.
    But our pain is beyond bearing
    And to end this pain, we must depart.
    The pain we cause our loved ones
    Will at some point be overcome.
    Our pain will always be each day:
    We can’t see its ending or even lifting some.
    It’s the only hope we have:
    The hopeless hope of being free.
    We have searched up and down,
    Finding no meaning that we can see.
    We’ve exhausted our sources of hope:
    We have looked high and low.
    We’ve prayed night and day.
    We’ve done everything we know.
    We grasp to life by our fingernails
    But our grip to hope is about to break.
    The rope to life we hold on to is frayed;
    To let go is the only decision to make.
    The cold and darkness is devastating
    Yet comforting all the same.
    No healing or comfort can be seen
    And no one is to blame.
    We want peace from the torture
    Of heart, soul, and mind.
    Death is the only way out,
    The only hope to peace we can find.
    Dennis O. Shepherd

    • @NVH-r5v
      @NVH-r5v 16 дней назад +1

      Beautiful and so accurate ❤

    • @denniso.shepherd6699
      @denniso.shepherd6699 16 дней назад

      @@NVH-r5vThank you. I hope and trust this helps others to understand at least a little.
      I used to have what I called fleeting thoughts of suicide. Anywhere from 30-50 + in-one-ear out-the-other every day. This was due to a self-destructive alter-personality in my Dissociative Identity Disorder.
      That went on almost a decade before faithfulness brought healing.