Hug From a Father

Words spoken years ago

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The Word No One Wants to Say; is Exactly What you Need to Say


Suicide. Still do this day the word jabs my heart-strings. Still to this day I have to take an extra breath and ponder how wonderfully amazing life is; and how glad I am to be experiencing it. I take moments to embrace its greatness and say a prayer for those who are no longer with us. While wishing they could feel the joy that life gives ; but knowing that they are in a better place and embraced by the Lords love. To those of you who have lost a loved one, my heart and love goes out to you. Still to this day I can’t get over the word-suicide. I kinda hate it; and maybe that’s why it is a discussion rarely brought up or talked about. This is something we need we change. Because it is something that we NEED to be talking about, educated on, and comfortable enough with that if or when someone does bring it up it is welcomed, embraced even! Because there is so much more to life and every one should be told that. I know that because I stayed, because I brought up the dreaded word, I got to fulfill one of my biggest dreams in my athletic career. I graduated with a degree, I made life long friends, and even better, I met my husband. We get to create a life time of memories and laughs and adventures. Because I stayed, because I brought up the topic that so many run from.  If you, or anyone you know is struggling hear me out when I say that LIFE IS WORTH IT. There is light ahead. There is light even when you don’t feel its presence. There is always light. So Don’t you quit! Don’t you stop! Prove to yourself that you can do this! There is better times ahead that you and those around you will forever be grateful for. Keep on going! I remember how weird and vulnerable I felt when I reached out and called my friend. We were so young and nothing this serious had ever come up before. I can’t thank her enough for sitting there and staying  calm as I said these horrible things. I remember when my dad let me scream and cry in the car as he picked me up from practice because I didn’t understand the things I was feeling or thinking. Not once did he let me stay in the dark. No matter how weird, awkward, or uncomfortable you feel about speaking out, DO IT. Life is worth the conversation, and it is worth getting help. That I promise! I promise that Heavenly Father knows your pain, he feels your sorrows and he is cheering you on today tomorrow and everyday. He will never give up on you so you cannot give up on yourself. He wants you feel the love that life gives, the warmth of the sun, the happiness of new beginnings. He wants you to know that it life more than worth it; you are more then worth it. SO STAY. The world is a better place because you are here. 

If you are struggling with suicide there are many outlets for you to reach out to, by clicking on resource page you will find countless places to go to. You are worth it. If it is something that has impacted your life even in the slightest don’t be afraid to speak out. Be an advocate for someone else who needs your strength, your story, and all who you are. Say the word that no one whats to say. 

“ I testify that bad days come to an end, that faith always triumphs, and that heavenly Fathers Promises are Always Kept”

“ Don’t give up, don’t you quit. You keep walking, You keep trying. There is help and happiness ahead… you keep your chin up. It will be all right in the end. Trust God and believe in good things to come.”

“ Christ knows better than all others that the trials of life can be very deep, & we are not shallow people if we struggle with them.”

– Elder Holland

Written By: JoJo Ossmen


Love Them Through It: An Open Letter to Loved Ones

My wife has anxiety. It is challenging; I may understand some things about it, but I will never understand it completely. I don’t have a full grasp of anxiety’s true feelings because it’s something that I didn’t grow up around or experience. At first I HATED it. I wanted her to be a “normal person.” Then her anxiety attacks and anxiety filled days became more apparent that was when we were dating; I came to the terms that this is something that she lives with. This is her “normal.” Continue reading Love Them Through It: An Open Letter to Loved Ones

The Highly Sensitive Person

When I walk down the neighborhood street, I see the sun glistening through the leaves on the trees, casting a shadow on the sidewalk ahead. When I go on a hike, the smell of the pine trees and the feeling of the sun on my forehead radiates through my body. The sound of a fireplace, crackling in the background of a cozy evening soothes my soul. Everything is peaceful. Everything is perfect. Continue reading The Highly Sensitive Person

If We All Decided We Couldn’t Make A Difference…

I haven’t written in a long time. I try to rationalize with myself that it is just because I am busy, or going through a lot of changes, but I know that rationalizing is just rationalizing. The truth is… I started to lose hope. I had such high hopes for everything going on in my life, and the second something wasn’t exactly the way I imagined, I gave up. Logically, I know that something becoming an overnight success is a bit far fetched, but my emotional side told me it was completely achievable… literally overnight. Continue reading If We All Decided We Couldn’t Make A Difference…

Being Comfortable with the Un-Comfortable.

I fight change. No matter how beneficial it may be, no matter how controlled of the change I feel, my soul fights it hard. I like things how they are. I like my little apartment with low ceilings, one closet, and the tiniest kitchen ever. So when a great opportunity came up for me and my husband, that we were more then happy to take on, I started fighting the change. Continue reading Being Comfortable with the Un-Comfortable.


I have what I like to call the “perfectionism plague,” not because perfectionism can be spread (though it certainly can be taught), but because it eats away at you.  My whole life I have been taught to do my best.  While this is commendable, and I think something that should be taught, in my mind I interpreted it as I must be perfect, flawless. Continue reading Perfectionism