David Lloyd

I used to play the game Mercy when I was younger. I made many opponents yell, "Mercy!" Now it is me yelling for mercy. davidalloyd.com/mercy

Taxation is theft.

Time does not do the work of grief. The work of grief takes time. davidalloyd.com/with-interes…

I do not know if I've commented on a post from @ImGinnyRobinson before, but if I can't, then I guess she doesn't think I'm relevant. Bye. teapawt.org/ImGinnyRobinson/status…

I am the guy that even the Grim Reaper crosses the street to avoid. davidalloyd.com/the-grim-rea…

It covers friends & family who went silent, the stigma following a suicide death, the toll on marriage, a father's grief in a quiet culture, and a faith that survived by arguing rather than resolving

A father's testimony about stigma, faith that argues with God, the people who left, and what it costs to keep living without pretending the loss resolved.

It does not have a chapter where I explain how I got better, because I did not get better. It is written from year eight, not from the far side of anything.

It covers friends & family who went silent, the stigma following a suicide death, the toll on marriage, a father's grief in a quiet culture, and a faith that survived by arguing rather than resolving

A father's testimony about stigma, faith that argues with God, the people who left, and what it costs to keep living without pretending the loss resolved.

It does not have a chapter where I explain how I got better, because I did not get better. It is written from year eight, not from the far side of anything.

It covers friends & family who went silent, the stigma following a suicide death, the toll on marriage, a father's grief in a quiet culture, and a faith that survived by arguing rather than resolving

A father's testimony about stigma, faith that argues with God, the people who left, and what it costs to keep living without pretending the loss resolved.

It does not have a chapter where I explain how I got better, because I did not get better. It is written from year eight, not from the far side of anything.

It covers friends & family who went silent, the stigma following a suicide death, the toll on marriage, a father's grief in a quiet culture, and a faith that survived by arguing rather than resolving

A father's testimony about stigma, faith that argues with God, the people who left, and what it costs to keep living without pretending the loss resolved.

It does not have a chapter where I explain how I got better, because I did not get better. It is written from year eight, not from the far side of anything.

It covers friends & family who went silent, the stigma following a suicide death, the toll on marriage, a father's grief in a quiet culture, and a faith that survived by arguing rather than resolving

A father's testimony about stigma, faith that argues with God, the people who left, and what it costs to keep living without pretending the loss resolved.