BREAK THROUGH THE STATIC

A Story of Life

“I love you so much,” he started. “You’re my princess, my beautiful granddaughter. I will always love you.” These are the words my Grandad said just before he told me my Dad had died by suicide.

My life after that moment changed forever. My family was ripped apart. I didn’t want to live another day without my Daddy. The pain was all-consuming, debilitating, horrific. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to rebuild my life, to live another day.

But I did.

And today I am at peace. I am happy again. I am also totally devoted to helping others who went through what I went through also find peace and happiness again.

I did it; I know others can too.

Jade Chamness, Founder + CEO

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Our Story + Vision

Every 16 minutes in the U.S., someone dies by suicide.

And every 16 minutes, someone is left to make sense of it.

When that someone is a teen, it can be even harder to make sense of the loss.

Click here to watch the video on YouTube

Click here to watch the video on YouTube.

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Our Goal

Static will support and empower teens by creating a global community of peers and adults who daily support teens suicide survivors. Static will build this community by:

- Breaking through the Suicide Stigma Trap

- Proactively educating the American public about suicide and the special needs of its teen survivors

- Building teen-adult communities that nurture the unique talents and interests of teens

- Providing environments that foster healthy teen-teen relationships that encourage emotional, spiritual and physical health

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We’re in the American Association of Suicidology newsletter!

Sometimes I imagine what life would be like if my daddy was alive. I imagine in the summers I would return to my hometown of Eugene, Oregon, for a long weekend. I imagine my daddy and I would spend our mornings in his gorgeous drift boat, riding down the McKenzie River, taking turns paddling through rapids and reeling in colorful salmon. In the winters we would sit on chairlifts on the ski slopes like we used to. My daddy telling me his ridiculous jokes, his head thrown back in laughter at his own punchlines.

But it’s only in my imagination. That is not what my life is like. My daddy died by suicide.

Click here to read more from our article in The American Association of Suicidology newsletter