Tristin was 28 years old, and the youngest of two brothers and three sisters. She was an aunt. She was a friend. She was a nurse. Tristin was brave, beautiful, and smart. She fought depression for a long time. With regret-filled hindsight, we can now see the signs for what they were. She never sought professional help, but her home was filled with evidence that she had been trying to help herself.

She tried so hard to stay alive, but none of it was enough to stop the darkness.

You're reading this now because Tristin's story needs to be told. We need to take action. Our nation's healthcare system is broken, and it broke our girl. Her passion for nursing had turned into a nightmare. Tristin was in trouble. Nurses are in trouble. Female nurses commit suicide at more than twice the rate of females in the general population. We must do better. Reach out to your friends in nursing and offer to listen. Help them get the help they need.

Send Tristin's letter to hospitals and medicals offices. The system must change.