Hi, Erin.

Re: “imposter syndrome,” it certainly wasn’t 24/7 or often. Lindsay was so beautifully authentic in her vulnerability and openness. That being said, we used to talk about how how sometimes, we felt like imposters in certain situations… Living lives that weren’t entirely our own, granted generous blessings and gifts from others that weren’t a result of our direct success (for example, we both went to Necker Island thanks to a friend’s generosity). My friend Chelsey how she felt when she found out about Lindsay’s passing as a “grenade to the heart” and for many, that’s what her death felt like. It just fucking hurt.

I 110% agree that her life should be known, remembered, and honored as fully as she lived and experienced it — the beauty and the pain, the good and the bad, the joy and the suffering. I agree that how she died shouldn’t be a sugar-coated taboo whispered in secret, that she was bold in how she lived and how she chose to die, and I think that she would want people to be able to talk about it, not to be afraid of it or ignore, deny, or shove it away somewhere in secrecy. Lindsay definitely wasn’t a woman who lived her life in secret. She lived fiercely and honestly, with her heart wide open.

I heard there was a suicide note that she left that has not been released by her family. I respect her family’s decision not to make it public, but I can’t help but think that Lindsay may have wanted her words to be shared.

“I truly believe that Lindsay would want to use her life as an example to help and shine light to others who are depressed and suicidal.”

Yes, yes, ten thousand times yes… I would absolutely support a foundation in her honor to raise suicide awareness. Especially amongst millennials, travelers, those active on social media platforms, etc… Brilliant and beautiful lights like Lindsay. It’s been three months almost to the day that she left us. I still can’t believe she’s gone.